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Details | Epic | |

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

ONE WORD~

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Running through my mind,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Running through my veins,
                                   
A silica odor, dust walks through a fresh desert night, 
Cool air beneath and above the sea.
A warm furnace smell, I don’t understand.
Intricate to rise and receive without knowing.
Up ahead in a virtue distance, 
A mysterious poisonous effluvium light-     
My face feels like a leaf'
My sun holds up its own pendulum rods. 
Inflammation comes and settles in for the night,
There it stands in a pertinacious manner, with quality.  
I resurrect this air created from madness, all over again.
Twilight, rain stranger than strange.
Visions, pursue my path into an infested dark pasture.
"From the red Heaven I fell into the waters of a cobalt Hell"

Perhaps this venerable moment, will pass slower than slow.
PERHAPS NOT!
If I accept, and then decline.
Would this balance the precocious state I live in?
How about when wrong directions follow my promiscuous ways.  
Is my conglomeration of ideas, no longer safe?	
When I no longer value the values of the young.
Will I sleep at the mercy of his ancient heart.
They're the voices give and take from our health. 

Today, those soft, perfect eyes are calling from far away,
Ashes high, vapors and infection welding me.
The bright skies swallow every thin silver line,
Where the clouds sit somehow~ in bacteria….
UNITY! 
YES UNITY! Fantabulously-fantastic!
Always, wanting more than love can touch.

We are living' it up with no alibis!
A way to be and not to BE!
The champagne leaves their cup.
Awaken in a life, disturbed ~ NOW INTERRUPT!
Only in this world, lava will reach her lips.
Prisoners and doers; 
All night…. Too late for a treatment.
Lungs, decaying, evil rats. 
Direction, affection, ending all the inhalation.

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Running through my lungs,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Flat-lined my life ____/\ /\___ ___/\______/\___ _______________

By; pd


Details | Terzanelle | |

September

"September, beautiful month of my birth, is nigh, but I cannot feel glad." September, drifting in with glow of moon, you stifle Summer’s ardor. . . and she grieves. In guise of fire, the Fall comes all too soon. Your breath grows cool. You’ll blow and loosen leaves. The hills and woodlands will reflect new hues. You stifle Summer’s ardor. . . and she grieves. In Autumn’s chill, the colors are a ruse. For as you pass, the trees are set ablaze. The hills and woodlands then reflect new hues. Though warmth may linger through your final days, old Sun is waning, yet he still seems strong! For as you pass, the trees are set ablaze. September, you’re a melancholy song. Though time be short, you paint a brilliant dusk! Old sun is waning, yet he still seems strong. October looms. . . Your ending will be brusque. September, drifting in with glow of moon, though time be short, you paint a brilliant dusk. In guise of fire, the Fall comes all too soon.
by Andrea Dietrich For the contest of Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ "A Poem, Please"


Details | Rhyme | |

Why The Willow Weeps

The Willow did not always weep,
in summer sun and breeze.
But sorrow once did quickly creep,
amongst the bark and leaves.

For long ago a maiden fair,
would bask beneath the tree.
Each day as she had rested there,
the tree would always see.

The beauty of her freckled face,
the softness of her skin.
The sweetness of her simple grace,
her love it hoped to win.

Reaching out to take the chance,
in all its strength with care.
Dropping low the limb and branch,
to shade the maiden fair.

To hide her from all pain and strife,
to cradle her within.
To help her through her gentle life,
from now until the end.

But soon she cease to come and lay,
beneath the now bowed limb.
Her heart it seems had flown away,
as hope now starts to dim.

So lonely was the branching Willow,
that in sorrow it would stay.
Forever bent and bowed down low,
until this present day.


By Tom Clark, Copyright 2008
Email:   tclark97045@yahoo.com
Website:  www.tomclarkarts.com


Details | Free verse | |

A Practiced Sorrow

You’re dressed in gray, and
tattered like the clouds
that hover above you.

Frozen
with the look of a person
who knows of his own
approaching death.

Like the willow that cradles 
dawn's mist of unwept tears—
a practiced sorrow,
earned from decades of watching 
the slow meandering river,
as it draws closer, 
and the banks weather and fall.


Details | Narrative | |

New Road

In a new road,
Rain will fall,
Wind may blow,
Swifting our woe.

The road forever on and on,
Many paths to choose,
Many paths to take,
Home behind,
World ahead...

Through the shadows,
Through the night,
Clouds going by,
There we will lie,
Very deep,
Seeing shivered land,
Seeing the dead seas...

Through the edge,
Miles to go,
Singing by,
Darkness rising,
Vanishing light,
Hollow flourishing,
Going by,
World ahead,
Home behind...

Rain may fall,
Through the nightfall,
Through the twilight,
Through the dusk,
Through the dawn,
Beyond mountains,
Beyond stones,
Standing strong,
Wandering lost,
World ahead,
Home behing,
Paths on and on,
'Till the road comes along...


Details | Rhyme | |

Remnants

Sad Heart, now thou art wither’d from the Sun,
What man, or god, will near thee run?
Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp,
What Comfort, or Gauze, shall be near to grasp?
True ones begotten are the ones now Rotten
And the ones now Rotten will never be forgotten
They are merely sad remains of assiduous Tears
That have been meddl’d with and tatter’d Raw throughout the years

And thou, cruel Mind, that sat’st still thru toiling trail of Night;
Must dream your broken Dreams; thou’rt a sanely flight!
Can thou extinguish passions of Fire, Disease, or Rain?
—tho thy distinguish’d influence trains to abstain
Thy Remnants brought to debris in thy Empty street,
Devour’d by Vultures, their bestow’d beaks entreat
Merely are they cleaning an inexhaustible Mess
Alas! Leaving thy rudiments of Identity to redress....



Details | Free verse | |

Wondrous Kite

She walks away.

Girlish and glorious
laughter
floats
through air
like a kite on a string
that pulls
tautly slipping through tightened fingers,
burning a little,
and slicing through 
if ever left unattended,

so preciously tensioned
against the cold
benumbing
wind. 

Tears begin to flow
but I do not know . . .
my heart?
or the wind?
If my heart, then am I sad
to be here on the ground
or joyful
to be watching the kite
fly? 

In answer, a quivering.

A wisp.

"She will not fall or float away while I hold her thus. 
She will be beautiful for me."

Wondrous.


Details | Senryu | |

Tranquil Waters

Her dark eyes reflect
Tranquil waters beyond dusk
When she does not cry.


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 | Prose Poetry | |

Urban Forest

  All I hear are sirens echoing off tall buildings; a drunk man ranting, a prostitute looking for her next trick, a drug addict looking for his next fix. Young teenage kids who seem to have just learned the art of curse. A young couple fist fighting in the streets---more sirens.  A homeless man pan-handling, picking up cigarette butts and smoking a hole into his neck, gum pushed deeper into concrete marked blacker with every step. All I hear are sirens and I say a little prayer for the person in the back. Trains and boats chiming in the distance, a stray cat limping into an unknown existence...must be nice to have nine lives! Yet, all I hear are sirens in this concrete urban forest, where trees are replaced with buildings and cars are the only waves I hear, street lights in place of the stars, sirens in place of the wind. 

   I close my paper eyelids tight, i can hear in this concrete urban forest of man-nature, for a glimpse, a stolen second in time, the sound of Mother Nature...she still sings and she's crying. She's crying for the people in the back of all those sirens. She cries for her bush the drunk man urinated on; the puddle of blood collecting on her blades of grass that a young man drew from his womans lips. She cries for her branch the teenage kids snapped for fun. She's crying - Mother Nature - is crying, because man - nature takes her place. In this concrete urban forest...all I hear are sirens and I close my paper eyes; i try to reach out and steal the tear off of - Mother Nature's - face. All I hear are sirens and im saddened, man-nature takes her place.


Details | Free verse | |

Deaf and Gone

I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed, 
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised. 
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate?  If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us. 
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow. 
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you. 
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep 


Details | Rhyme | |

A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.


Details | Verse | |

A Starfish In Her Hair

The tide rises within me soaked with failure's longing.
The sea siren's reach, out across the land to me.
The moon added its pull and speaks of not belonging.
I am drawn on astral screams to the deep dark sea.

small waves submerge
my pale ankles to my knees --
gulls cry

The weight of clothes so cumbersome impedes,
arching down, I let go, each bit of cloth from me.
Salt sea in, the salt sea out, my life concedes
choosing to leave, this go round, in the deep dark sea.

open eyes stare
into a silty brown brine --
bubbles rise

Sinking-down, passively, sadness abating 
Strands of silvered seaweed, chill, gently beckoning me
my limbs entwined in death's sweet embrace abiding
minnows greet me with a kiss, from the deep dark sea.

starfish 
in her hair --
fog horn
 


Details | Verse | |

Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






Details | Free verse | |

The dying red giant

It stands alone
in a field of loneliness and neglect
the bright red paint has faded into a murky brown
a strict reminder from mother natures pounding fury through the years
once housing a families treasures
now only stores their forgotten tears

The door hangs lazily from its missing bolts
its hinges silent and perfectly rusted
as children we played inside its sturdy walls
now, it cant be trusted

It stands alone
the barn...
surrounded by a field of weeds and decay
tired and broken
it waits for its eventual collapse
a once bright red smile has faded
its loneliness has no purpose
not anymore


Details | Kimo | |

Elm 2

branches unfurl a silent cry to sky distressed rustling of drained leaves sapped by a dark disease


Details | Ballade | |

Imagine

Imagine lakes of dreams 
Blood contained streams
Imagine oceans that behold undiscovered beings
Imagine human life depended off of cheers and games
Man design’s umbrellas
And eventually would play a part in acid rain
Imagine not wanting to smell another rose 
Or touch another soul 
Because of despair and shame
Imagine in the mist of your demise
You have the passion to rejoice and sing
Imagine driving pass shattered glass
The interior  is soaked with blood stains
Your mind can't comprehend the fact 
that it's a dead family in the next lane
Imagine dreaming for freedom
As a result by your neck you hang
Imagine for the sake of progress 
You whip a man on his back and call him a slave.
Rage, Pain, Fortune, and fame
You don't have to imagine this 
Because that's what life brings.


Details | Couplet | |

In Search of Nature

Wandering past the boundaries of his small reservation,
Crescent Moon saw the land of his ancestors’ generation.

Tales handed down spoke of vast plains where buffalo used to roam,
but plains had become cities, animals had found a new home.

Most of the creatures had been captured, tagged and placed into zoos;
Anger coursed through Crescent Moon’s veins as tears from his eyes did ooze.

Tribal leaders had told him that the sky was once a bright blue,
but now smog was so thick that only faint rays of sun pierced through.

Seeing mountains in the distance, he pursued a vision quest
taking him through streets that were once the great forests of the West.

Snowy peaks he finally reached, but they were lined by ski resorts.
Fire burned in him, knowing beauty had been sacrificed for sports.

As he climbed over peaks to view a river flowing below,
he saw only tainted waters that caused his anger to grow.

Sadly, slowly, he made his way back to the reservation,
knowing there was no way to reverse what the white man had done.

Although others had adjusted to life in captivity,
he’d no longer participate in tribal festivity.

Instead he made his home in a cave behind a waterfall,
to envision his land as it once was, not a shopping mall.



*Entry for Francine’s “A Nature Tale” contest.
By Carolyn Devonshire, September 30, 2011


Details | Rhyme | |

My mother, my earth.

Into the light I see,
with rays in clouds and warmth in me.
Brittle is the air around,
no voice is there, nor sweeter sound.

Within my scars and broken back,
there are my kin, there love I lack.
The oceans turn, therefore I weep,
Is it truly my tears to keep?

Now the mountains begin to fall,
like sand and dust to death they call.
I hear my children bleed and cry,
there bellies thirst and almost dry.

Some will seat and eat there fill,
"lets help them now, so now we will!
His mother would find pride within,
a pretty thing this life of sin.

Alas, my days are almost through,
my breath, my flesh and heart is too.
Let this be my final song,
for war alone is for the strong.

Into the night I see,
is there still love left for me?


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Loosing It

  < Early morning,

   Its rainy and dark,

   Quit dull,

   Cloudy and gray,

   Emotions flowing not,

   So dim and sadden,

   Stuck in a zone,

   Feeling all alone,

   Suddenly blacken,

   Now dressed in lace,

   And black satin,

   Emotions flowing all over,

   Yet still lost,

   Dazed and amazed,

   Felt crushed pancake flatten......>






Details | Free verse | |

in memory of a rose

your velvety blossoms
slowly withers away
once tender roots
have now decayed
at the thought i cringe
such insidious disease
gradually infects
each and every leaf

moldy black spots
crinkled stained edges
your magnificent growth
gradually suppresses
your unsurpassed beauty 
now fuzzed up and gray
crinkled debilated stems
a dull distorted array

shoots barely opened
leaves now curled and bent
such unforgettable moment
your petals soon descend
your spicy scent has drifted
such sickly brittle vein
Flowers now discolored
and left to thrive on pain

after months of nurturing
your once marvelous display
the thought of you slowly wilting
has left me in dismay



*My theme is taken from Constance's Poem "in Memory of a rose"*


Details | Rhyme | |

Tomorrow


The year is grey and cold,
And we bid the winter go;
So all the dark and weary world,
Will be purged of blowing snow.

Tomorrow cry the branches,
From out of their sad heart;
My closed buds will open,
With green leaves all apart.

Tomorrow sings the robin,
To pipe her song again;
Her nest filled with eggs,
Warmed in spring's soft rain.

Tomorrow bleats the sheep,
My little lambs will run;
Playing in the meadow,
Beneath the golden sun.

We too wait for tomorrow,
That spring should come to be;
For Him to weave the threads,
Of life's dark destiny.

So all the hearts grown cold,
From life's cruel time and pain;
May bloom all fresh and green,
In Springtime's soft cool rain.

For all the hollow promises,
Of sad and empty years;
Are bringing back to tomorrow's
Joy with no more tears.



Details | Senryu | |

a lost little girl

a lost little girl
on an sunken cypress stump
waits for centuries


Details | Tanka | |

This lonely little hovel

The grainy half dusk, 
when the sun gives her last wink.
Hours spent in thought 
to leave the safe sanctity.
This lonely little hovel


Details | Blank verse | |

Yard Work

Yard Work

I worked with stern and determined face
attention on the end of the rake
the fresh grass and orange leaves.

Out of the corner of my eye
I saw a small bird huddled 
fixed against the drain pipe, 
its wings tight against its body. 
It didn't stir. 
I bent closer and
saw the milky film over its dark eyes.

A drape of sadness
was thrown callously over my morning.

I buried it quickly and carefully.
Time to take care to scrape away
the sharp rocks and hollow out a little place
deep enough to keep the dogs away and
with such care 
as I chose the final
home for this tiny thing.

It may have been taken away
to make room for another.
While I write this, several
months have passed and my throat
still tightens from the memory.

Sadness and loss is still with me
and with me for all the birds 
that fall
from their nests 
or the sky
every day 
from now until eternity.


Details | Free verse | |

That Slow Green Burn

Fire at the edge of the world.
Eyes deep within the shoreless forest sea,
Witnesses of the most ancient ways
Watch smoke rising from the approaching front
Of treeless, naked land
Stripped bare by blind ambition,
Quietly await the end.

Five thousand acres a day
The last great garden drifts into the skies
To join the circling storms that once nourished it.

The fires lick and crawl their way
Into its green heart.

Fire is eating the soul of the world
Reducing the face of its childhood to ash;
- Behold here the sorrow of Eden's last relic
Becoming the charnel-house of Creation.


Details | Free verse | |

White Darkness

White Darkness

Here is a world where time stands still
And days are countless, years unreal.
Here is a world of snow and whiteness
Where nothing grows and things are forever.

I look upon a thick white sheet
That neither thickens or thins away.
The air is cold, yet it does not freeze
Ice won’t melt or carry over.

Walk as I may the blanket, no way is clear
The white world is round like your own.
Yet is has no seasons or reason to change
No escape I know of for now.

So things are dark and things are bright
Who said to be blind was sight dimmed?
The whiteness of a world like this
Leaves me breathless, still and done for.


Details | Rhyme | |

Holocaust

In midst of night,
When I was deep in slumber,
The memory rattled,
Eyes sunk with fear,
Saw the houses crumble,
The trees tremble,
The thunder storm made me nimble,
The ocean in fumble,
Tried to reach me and hug me in grumble.

I went slowly to the balcony,
Tried to reach out to see this mesmerized agony,
The agony was far from imagination,
It’s a terrifying situation,
God is slowly destroying its creation.

The waves shook the landscape,
The geography is jeopardized,
The houses drowned,
And with it are the people,
Cries of the birds,
Made the atmosphere filled with shrill,
The painful and subdued voice of the animals,
Made it sure of their fatal deaths.

The water is beneath,
Thunderstorm is above it,
No place for shelter,
The houses gradually decreased,
With water slowly increased,

I saw human beings floating in it,
I knew some of them, were also in it,
Saw the animals gradually going deep in it,
Trees are getting shaved,
Houses are getting razed,
The plateau near my house is gone beneath.

The things happened so quickly,
And it was so horrifying,
that I forgot my own situation,
Now I am in pain and sorrow,
for what I have seen slowly,
Happening beneath my eyes.

With this grief and agony in my heart,
I turned back to get inside the house,
But I was knee deep in water,
And the water is rising faster,
I am late in making my action,
Now my life and my existence is in jeopardy,
And with the flashes of the scenes running back and forth,
Made me cripple,
I wasn’t able to run,
I gradually gave up to the faith, 

But when I saw the death creeping near to me,
A terrible fear ran through me,
My face became pale,
And the blood started drying up,
I started weeping and prayed to spare me,
But a dark shadow engulfed me,
And a terrible wave galloped me.

I was desperately moaning,
Then suddenly my eyes opened,
My bed was completely dripping from the sweat,
For few minutes I couldn’t make out what’s going on,
But then I realized that it was a dreadful dream.
I closed my eyes and prayed to God,
Thanked him that it was a dream.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Mighty Waves

The aching need to be near
The enduring pain no one could bear
Trying to control the mounting fear
As disaster strucked unaware.

Felt so alone, with no one there
Seeing the love ones drifted apart
But they could only see,
As they became the ocean's heart.

Who could express the lost they had?
Who could feel the heart hurting so bad?
Crying over a lost son who is just a little lad
They could do anything but bring him back.

Country shattered and torn
People left homeless
Mighty wave come and gone
Strong but merciless...


Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom from the Wall

Clouds unite
they end all fight
darkness prevails
the bride with no veil
to see with no eyes
why do we despise
as the world does turn
our minds they do churn
thinking too much
my mind loses clutch
and the wall does grow
so high i cannot throw
my words at your mind
they fall short then behind
frustration sets in
as the sun goes to fin
the darkness will win
not i as this is my sin
i will glance with no stare
find the pain that is there
and the wind will be fair
as it carries my prayer
one day you will feel
what i meant to steal
as the darkness will peel
my pain from this real
communicate i cant
i try but its faint
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i cannot regain
i want to show the day
that the sun will remain
as the clouds unite
they don't end all fight
it is i that must cite
it is i that must fight
for only i can prevail
only minds can grow stale
if not used you will trail
if not used you will fail
if not seen its your grail
if not noticed your in hell
i will try to tell all
i must try to not fall
only you will be seen
in my eyes of ever clean
that the tears will one day fall
down my cheek in all glory
as they will be of not pain
but rejoice as i gain
and rejoice we shall reign
to the water of no shame
as i finally can blame
no one else for my rain
and all the world will see
it was i that was freed
it was i with no creed
that was released to bleed


Details | Lyric | |

This is about you

When you have downfall on your mind chaos is all a mind can find, its time to change all the things you had held so deep inside, they cause rage, your trapped in while your caught up in the cage of life an easy life with out strife, no more pain or struggle inside a bubble and you want to make it burst, but first things first you know the times that come will be the worst, because its change you want, and you will taunt the ones who set the curse. They say if you want to change a little then its your choice, but if you want to change a lot they must first hear your voice, loud enough for all to hear, listen and all of the problems soon disappear, just know that the world can be a  bleak one and people dont always listen so you cannot only speak once, so when the end is near you can look back at the goodtimes throughout all the years think about all the times and cheer, and thank god you lived this long and your still here. Be remembered  only for  the words you spoke, for you do not want to be invisioned inside a cloud of smoke, watch as they listen when you start to feel the choke on the thoughts about your life,a bad life,  a black life, envoloped in fear you were hoping that the man would hear, and maybe take a listen, to diamonds in your mind as you watch them glisten. finally move to a position, and  open your ears and let your mind be clear, and hear the wisdom spoken from the person on the otherside of the mirror, society sobriety with out a clue just sit and ponder at the deepest thoughts that are revealed in you...


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Sepia Photogragh of a Redwood Stump

 The human spirit needs places where
nature has not been rearranged
by the hand of man
Author Unknown

Sepia Photograph of a Redwood Stump 

A metal rail now mocks the space
where a massive tree once rose
two hundred feet.  And there’s a long
 stairway, and a sign, and a doorway
that make up ‘The Stump Hotel.’ 

At first glance, this roadside attraction (c. 1910)
is more reminiscent of an amputee
whose prosthesis could never recapture
the living limb, or a whisper of the spark within. 

Think of the many tourists who stood
here on this altered stump.  Did even one
look up to see its phantom trunk
 rising to the moon?
Suzanne Delaney

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Denial

Being in denial is like sitting in an empty house,
with a moonlit forest behind it.

Coming out of denial is the new bird,
that comes and stays a while, with that little 
empty house, but when winter comes, 
he is off on a journey from the heavens above.


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The Rain

Rain, like angry teardrops, forges rivulets down the window pane
while threatening gray clouds thunder above, 
fat with their delivery

Flickering power dances with the lightning in a contest of shadows
as heavy pressure and dampness seep into the marrow 
of my fragile frame

Frantic winds change the relentless direction of the deluge as
miniature rivers form, washing away the residue of the atmosphere
before the storm

Darkness comes, and the bitter intensity becomes palpable
Weary windows shudder in their frames as whispering howls
sneak through timeworn crevices

Daunting years of collective conscience suggest a safe place to hide,
as all of the percipient creatures on the other side of the pane
have already attained

But, numbed by the continuous oblivious walk of humanity, I stay
Even though leaning against the moaning glass is not safe, I stay
…..to watch the rain.


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My Heart- One With a Leaf

          A leaf- falling- down,
Stumbling through the fog, mocks
                    My heart's- turbulence.


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Turtle Talk

Hop right on my back
turtle slow and green skinned bark
A journey to tag every bit left of nature
it's something I know that you can't help but do...

We'll pass up the river here soon on the right
The fish live in bubbles and cry in the night
You'll catch them with words that you've wanted to say
I'll take you there now but can't show you the way
Then we'll pass Jaw Dropping Junction and Turn
where the fork in the forest continues to burn
You'll see every mother who's lost every child
Prepare yourself now, for the fires gone wild
We'll take a left there (Watch your eyes in the smoke)
to the plateau of kindness where someone once spoke
and commenced planting saplings, to bridge to the moon
We'll reach there by morning, or latest, by noon
We'll dine with the remnants of Frick and of Frack
(the tribe of white elephant twins and their pack)
They'll trumpet of oceans gone under the sea
They'll laugh when I tell them that they can be free
For they have been sentinels long since the fire
and they'll not give up, or saunter, or tire
They hold great conferences up in Malloo
where they talk about me and they talk about you
Perhaps every human, who sets out to trod
by the skin of his birth, with no notion to laud
the immeasurable gift of all animal kin
should consider these words, somewhere deep there within:
The animals know us - they know every name
and they'd never destroy us, though we'd do the same
But one day, we'll pay for each folly and crime
with an internal conscience, do plenty hard time
One look at an orphan, grasping for breath
One ocean in oil, polluted with death
will break us with feeling and kill us in kind
for think of this thought, somewhere deep in your mind:
We're breathing the air that the animals breathe.
We take and we take and they hardly receive.
The clocks winding down and we've something to do
and that something begins here with me and with you


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Once Upon a Dark Fog

Where the trees once stood,
A dark fog covers their grounds-
                    A path through lost lives.


Details | Free verse | |

in the center of the woods

i felt alone today
on purpose.

i came here, with tears in my eyes,
looking for you, screaming for you.
and here i found you.

you took me in. surrounded me.
you bent your arms and held me close.
i breathed in deeply and could smell you.
you smelled like heaven.

as the tears streamed down my face,
the leaves began to fall
the sun beamed through the branches.
you felt like my home.

I felt alone today. you did too.

i came here, with tears in my heart,
looking for you, needing only you.
and here you found me.


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It Rains This Time Of Year

Stood beneath the branches of the oak,
  Mud and dampness rising from the ground,
It rains this time of year, I think I spoke,
  When no one else was there to hang around.

In the gushing torrent on the slate,
  Surging from the roof and to the pipe,
Whispers seem to echo, resonate,
  And raindrops from my eyes I need to wipe.

For I don’t ever cry despite it seems
  That sadness shadows haunt upon my face,
It’s just the lonely rain that always teems
  This time of year and in this very place.

I see a past when chestnuts lay on grass,
  And she was like a willow, lithe and svelte,
We drank of apple wine in crystal glass,
  And in the dusk I found out how she felt.

Beside the crackling fire in the hearth,
  I tasted her and she thus tasted me,
I somehow knew we walked a separate path
  And all we built with words would never be.

As I recall she left me in the fall,
  A note upon the pillow by my head,
And at the time I didn’t care at all
  Just carved another notch upon the bed.

It was raining when she went, is raining on,
  And even now, on times, I sense her near,
So much for futile wishing, she has gone,
  I only know it rains this time of year.


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Death

Is death the end to our suffering 
Or the cessation of our existence?
Is death a new journey for our soul? 
Or is death our final eternal punishment?
Or do our souls get to rest peacefully
After a life of trials and tribulations?
Should we cry or rejoice when
Death stares us in the face?
What is death to us?
An end to our sorrow
To our pain 
To our physical imperfections
To our illnesses
To the sins that torment us
Should we fear this unknown phenomena?
Or should we embrace it?
Maybe in death we find the truth
That escaped us during our lives.
Maybe in death we can finally find freedom
To roam in a mystic realm of our own creation


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Run and Live

Tender torrent, week long moment
while the skies fill dark and crimson
Back lit lightning, lovely, frightening
while my heart trips over itself
Call the whisper, brother, sister
sweep the sky with your liquid eyes
Tin the rooftops, as the heart stops
waiting for thunder to stomp the air
Birds stop singing, ears are ringing
as the clomping rain pools up
Trees kiss soil, burnt turmoil
while the wind lets loose her breath
Run for cover, father, mother
beg the sky to lift you high
If you listen, brother, sister
you will hear the sound of death.


Details | I do not know? | |

Belladonna

Nightshade, O how you taunt,
Seductive is your flower, dark purple, 
Give yourself over to Her night.

Wine of Circe, Sweet the sleep you give,
A kiss of intoxication, Ease the 
Passage of the soul.

Divale, Prima Ballerina of the Ballet,
Dance of La Belle Mort, Beautiful Woman,
Hers is the tango of death.

Lethal flower, make the voice rise high,
Fatal Soprano, yours is the power behind his throne,
Saccharine song of bells in your wake.

Belladonna, lustful and lusted for,
Your ambrosia is not of life,
But the kiss of death.


Details | Diamante | |

Floods

                                                               river
                                                          dark, cold
                                             raging, rushing, haunting
                                             water, soil, sticks, stones
                                            mixing, tracing, challenging
                                                   lonely, desperate
                                                              minds


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

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


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Agree to Disagree

                                               
                                               Mankind's greatest
                                                 accomplishment...
                                                       
                                                      

                                                      is death.


Details | Sijo | |

The Dancing Sijo Butterfly

The aching wings of the butterfly did quiver delicately.
How with such immortal beauty do you escape my grasp?
Alas my sordid fingers could never uphold such grace.


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


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OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

ON 1ST JULY 1990~ THE ANGELS DID SOMETHING ALMIGHTY
FROM HEAVEN THEY SENT US OUR LIFE-LONG DESIRE-A PRECIOUS DAUGHTER TO LOVE AND ADMIRE.
TRUE TO YOUR NATURE YOU ARRIVED WITHOUT FUSS OR PAIN--THE FIRST TIME OUR EYES MET WE KNEW OUR LIVES WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME

AS A BABY AND TODDLER YOU MADE US SO PROUD
YOUR VERY LONG HAIR, GREEN EYES AND SMILE-
ALL THOSE GOOD LOOKS MADE YOU STAND OUT IN A CROWD
YOU STARTED TALKING EARLY WITH MANY VOICEPRINTS 
YOUR CHARM AND GOOD LOOKS HAVE NOT STOPPED SINCE
YOU LOVED YOUR DOLLS AND PRAMS-- DREAMT OF BEING A “SINGER”
 AND VERY QUICKLY LEARNED HOW TO WRAP YOUR DAD AROUND YOUR LITTLE FINGER
YOUR BIG BROTHER DEVON--BEST FRIEND AND PROTECTER 
MOST OF THE TIME YOU GOT ON PERFECTLY TOGETHER

FROM AN EARLY AGE YOU SHOWED YOUR LOVE OF SWIMMING
AGE TWO AND A HALF YOU WERE ABLE AND WILLING
TO SWIM UNDER WATER AND DO MANY LENGTHS
THIS WAS CLEARLY ONE OF YOUR SPORTING STRENGTHS
AT AGE THREE YOU COULD BARELY WAIT TO START PLAYSCHOOL
“MISS INDEPENDENCE”, WAS YOUR GENERAL RULE
THE SLIDE AND JUNGLE GYM WERE YOUR FAVOURITE SPOTS
 AND TO OUR HORROR YOU WOULD CLIMB RIGHT TO THE TOP!
AT AROUND THIS TIME, YOUR FIRST BOYFRIEND YOU MET-
 HE LIVED NEXT DOOR, AND HIS NAME WAS BRETT

SOON IT WAS TIME FOR  PRE-SCHOOL
YOU LOVED YOUR TEACHER--YOUR NEW FRIENDS WERE COOL
‘SPRING BONNETS’ AND THE END OF YEAR SCHOOL PLAYS
THE TEDDY BEAR CLASS GAVE YOU SOME REAL SPECIAL DAYS
NEXT WAS ‘BIG SCHOOL’ AND YOUR FIRST CLASS
WE WERE SERIOUSLY ANXIOUS BUT FOR YOU JUST ANOTHER ‘MISS INDEPENDENCE’ TASK
LETTERLAND, MATHS AND LEARNING TO READ
YOU EXCELLED AT ALL THAT WITH INCREDIBLE SPEED
YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS CONTINUED THROUGH GRADES 2, 3 AND FOUR
YOUR PLACE IN THE SWIMMING TEAM HELPED YOUR SCHOOL WIN MORE

OUR MOVE TO AUSTRALIA… SAD FAREWELLS TO YOUR FRIENDS AND YOUR PETS 
BUT, GREAT EXCITEMENT YOU FELT AT ADVENTURES TO BE MET
A NEW SCHOOL--“METHODIST LADIES COLLEGE”
NEW FRIENDS--JUMPING A GRADE-- MET WITH SUCH POSITIVE COURAGE
YOU MADE US SO PROUD IN THE WAY YOU ADAPTED
MRS. WILLIAMSON SAID YOU WERE THEIR NEW CLASS ‘ASSETT’
.
THE ‘MR BEE’ SPELLING AWARD AND MANY MERITS LATER 
WE ALL GOT HOMESICK-- BUT YOUR POSITIVE NATURE DID NOT WAVER
THE DECISION WE MADE TO RETURN TO CAPE TOWN 
CAUSED YOU HEARTBROCKEN TEARS AND A PERMANENT FROWN
ONCE AGAIN A SAD FAREWELL TO YOUR NEW FOUND FRIENDS 
RETURNING TO S.A. FOR OLD ONES TO MAKE AMMENDS

IT WASN’T VERY LONG THAT YOU PICKED UP WHERE YOU LEFT OFF AT ALL
 ADDED TO YOUR TALENTS WERE NOW TEAM HOCKEY AND NETBALL

AS YOU APPROACHED THE FIRST OF YOUR TEEN YEARS
WITH YOUR LOOKS AND CHARM, INEVITABLY THE BOYFRIENDS WOULD APPEAR
SHOPPING, MOVIES AND MANY PARTY SLEEP-OVERS
CHOOSING TRUE FRIENDS AND DUMPING THE LOSERS
DANCE SHOWS AND DANCING EXAMS… YOU EXCELLED AT HIP- HOP
 FUN AND OF COURSE THE DESIRE TO SHOP

THE END OF JUNIOR SCHOOL-- THE FINAL ASSEMBLY—AWARDS
TROPHIES FOR SPORTSMANSHIP AND YOUR S.R.C. PRIZE GOT MANY APPLAUDS
SAD FEELINGS AT LEAVING YOUR OLD SCHOOL BEHIND 
EXCITEMENT AT STARTING HIGH SCHOOL WOULD SOON COME TO MIND
NO PROBLEM TO YOU, IT WAS ALL JUST A BREEZE 
AS YEAR BY YEAR YOU CONTINUED TO ACHIEVE
SWIMMING AND ‘A’ TEAM HOCKY MATCHES ON THE ASTRO TURF 
YOU EVEN STARTED TO LEARN HOW TO SURF
FRIDAY AFTERNOON CHRISTIAN MEETINGS AND EVENING CHURCH YOUTH
WE WERE SO HAPPY YOU FOUND GOD AND HIS TRUTH

THE REST OF HIGH SCHOOL PASSED IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE WHILE 
YOUR LIST OF ACHIEVEMENTS REMAINED EXCEPTIONALLY HIGH
YOUR ORGANISATIONAL SKILLS WERE ASTOUNDING
COPING WITH TOUGH SUBJECTS LIKE MATHS, SCIENCE AND ACCOUNTING
IN HOCKEY AND SWIMMING YOU MADE THE TOP TEAMS
NO SURPRISE AT ALL THAT SWIMMING COACHES MOVED IN ON THE SCENE.

THEY CULTIVATED YOUR TALENTS FROM STRENGTH TO STRENGTH
EVERY YOUR NIGHT YOUR PASSION SAW YOU DOING MANY LENGTHS
WEEKENDS OF GALA’S AND NATIONAL SWIMMING
S.A.SHORT COURSE, YOUR P.B’S, AND FAIR SHARE OF WINNING
TOGETHER WE CELEBRATED YOUR PLACE IN   W.P. SCHOOL CHAMPS THAT YEAR 
SO PROUD OF OUR BEAUTIFUL SWIMMER ALWAYS AHEAD OF HER PEERS 
.
FIRST YEAR AT UNIVERSITY YOU BECAME SO INDEPENDENT
 STARTING YOUR STUDIES AS A B.Sc. STUDENT
IT WAS ALSO THE YEAR YOU LEARNED TO DRIVE
GOT YOUR LICENSE—DAD SPOILT YOU—NEW CAR—RESPLENDENT


YOUR FAITH AND TRUST IN THE LORD STILL REMAINS FIRM
AS YOU WALK AND GROW SPIRITUALLY DAILY WITH HIM

SO MUCH HAS CHANGED, AND YET SOME THINGS REMAIN
YOU BEAUTY AND TALENTS SO EASILY MAINTAINED
YOUR  LOVE OF SWIMMING AND OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENTS IN WATER
YOU KNOW WE WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR NO. 1 SUPPORTERS
AND NOW YOU ARE 21, SWEETHEART 
YOUR WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF YOU-- TODAY IS JUST THE START
IT SEEMS LIKE JUST YESTERDAY THAT YOU WERE BORN—
OUR DAUGHTER~LOVES BRIGHT SHINING LIGHT~ WE ADORE
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED IN EVERY WAY 
WISHING YOU GOD’S RICHEST BLESSINGS ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY
HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TO OUR BABY GIRL

TO HAVE YOU AS A DAUGHTER HAS BEEN A REAL PLEASURE
-YOU HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL BE OUR MOST BEAUTIFUL TREASURE-

(FOOTNOTE: OUR DAUGHTER WILL BE 23 THIS YEAR, HAS COMPLETED HER BSc. AND HONOURS DEGREE’S IN PHYSIOLOGY AND GENETICS AND NOW DOING HER MASTERS DEGREE IN EXERCISE SCIENCE. SHE IS ALSO A PROFESSIONAL TRIATHLETE—DOING SWIMMING, CYCLING AND RUNNING AS ONE DISCLIPLINE)


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Tainted Butterfly

This is my life, don't you see Pure jealousy has taken over me My wings clipped and my neck broken The demon inside of me has awoken You left me heart and soul for the last time Your words spoken as I caused the true crime My body dies down and the cold breaks me down Once upon my head, now on the ground a shattered crown My lungs seize to take in more air But i tell myself... he doesn't care... I take my last breath and close my eyes My heart says goodbye to the mournful cries They all stand around and look down at me there Some say I deserved it, some say is was unfair An untimely death was one I was destined to behold But this death was certainly... the most utterly cold Hand placed upon my chest and my body dressed all in black The memories of my in their hearts begin to lack Lowered below the ground my body is taken Never again for the butterfly to awaken


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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


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DEATH of the DEER

Chasing dazzled eyes of dew
Forests tickling greenness at my toes
Pebbles giggle lullabies in blue
Thirst is penetrating soul...

Echoed steps worries the skies
Violins long for their trees
Thunder without lightning shoots 
Wounded sunset bleeds on heart

Chased and dazzled, color-blinded
Grass turns sky and sky is dirty...
No more thirst, a deaf encounter
Hunters of my soul...and I...


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The Yoke Of Frankenstein

I seek a place that leaves no trace
Of venomous blood and tainted heart
I seek a place that holds only grace
Of righteous hearts and caring thoughts
I seek a place that broods not on hate
But of a tranquilized soul and an intellectual eye
I seek a place that is haven to a guilt-filled heart
Let it not, Oh! Wretched Passionate heart!!
Let me not succumb to such ardency
Let me not, dear god! Yield in to such tyranny
To extract such murky ardor is all I ask
I dine with seething lassitude brought forth by such a task
Dear nature where has it gone, my obliged gratitude 
From you, I have averted a heart
That comes to you now seeking! Asking! Groveling! For pardon
Almighty nature, which once has soothed a brute within me
Please! Dear god! I beg thee do not forsake
I come to you humbly meekly seeking an unfeasible amnesty
For I drown in to the abyss of thirst of farfetched enlightenment
And only now I know“how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how 
much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who 
aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.”

*Inspired by Frankenstein’s tormented conscious *


                                                                                                    ~M.M.M


Details | Free verse | |

The Bleeding Roses

Roses in the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

Roses impearled,

But now roses curled...

 

Peach roses show modesty,

Peach roses show gratitude,

However, they are often insincere...

 

Yellow roses seem to care,

Yellow roses show friendship,

However, they are often joyless and jealous...

 

Pink roses communicate sweetness,

Pink roses radiate elegance,

However, they are often unthankful...

 

Orange roses have desire,

Orange roses show their pride,

However, they are often impassive...

 

Purple roses are majestic,

Purple roses express love at first sight,

However, they are often repulsed and unenchanted...

 

Green roses are harmonious,

Green roses carry hope,

However, they are often unpeaceful...

 

Blue roses like dreaming,

Blue roses are imaginative,

Blue roses desire to know the unknown,

Blue roses are mysterious,

However, they are often elusive and unattainable...

 

Red roses are emotional,

Red roses are devotional,

Red roses are respectful,

However, they are often remorseful, sorrowful and mistaken...

 

Gold roses are occassional,

Gold roses like memories,

Gold roses are preserved,

However, they are often misinterpreted and confused...

 

White roses are pure,

White roses have innocence,

White roses are spiritual,

White roses carry secrecy,

However, they are often arrogant...

 

Silver roses are rare,

Silver roses like to grow,

Silver roses convert fantasy into reality,

However, they are often lost and uneasy,

But they seem unpredictable and mystical...

 

Black roses are mysterious,

Black roses are rebirth,

However, they often remain elusive,

They often symbolize death and loss,

But they are unpredictable and silent,

Though, they are often harmed...

 

Roses in  the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

But now roses swirled and twirled...

 

Although, now peach roses are lying,

Yellow roses turning jealous and browned,

Pink roses being unsweet and unthankful,

Orange roses being impulsive and compulsive,

Purple roses being repulsed and revulsed,

Green roses losing hope and harmony,

Blue roses being undiscovered and lost,

Red roses being regretful and voided,

Gold roses bewildered and confused,

White roses losing purity and innocence,

Silver roses turning black and unused,

And black roses silenced and unborn...

 

All there is to see are roses vanishing,

Roses burning,

Roses trembling,

Roses surviving,

Roses aching,

Roses battling,

Roses crying,

Roses suffering,

Roses drowning,

Roses drying,

Roses fading,

Roses trying,

Roses wiltering...

 

All there is to feel are roses withering,

In a bed of bleeding roses...


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Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


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The Last Leaf

Remember the days when life
Was all we thought about ?
It slipped by being alive
Could end when death turnout ?
One more among the crowd
To admire to whole tree
When the green leaves have sprout
There’s not much to see
On a tree that’s almost empty
It’s leaves spread on the ground
In one dead leaf there’s still beauty
That if looked for can be found
The last green leaf that has turned brown
Will still be beautiful after falling down



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The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


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 | Classicism | |

Flight of Fall

As I lay one sullen autumn morn
on pearl dew turf with the day unborn
staring at the grey grimacing sky
with the mood and moment not quite high
sepulchral static wherever I looked
when my dreary dizzy gaze was hooked
at a lone leaf's death-descent down
to join its wilted kin on ground
then a sudden silent slithering breeze
deprived me of my warmth and ease
and the disturbed withered shroud of Fall
hustled revived in a rustling brawl
hurled and curled in the fading mist
till the whispering winds chose to desist
but Nature lies dead once again
until the wind resumes,retrieves restrain
and I know this flight of life is brief
for I'm none other than a fallen leaf.


Details | Free verse | |

Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


Details | Quintain (English) | |

SPRING VIEWING

...The rhythm of cobblestone in Spring
Pressed hard by memories of wheels...
As I lie down against a see-through wing
Life happens...On the other side it feels
A daring thrust of Snowdrop flowers through the chills

The heavy gates squeak open...I sense birds chirping
As they move beaks and people's sunglasses cry
The priest is chanting while a couple is flirting
Pink buds welcome me reassuring their roots are not dry
There is so much clear blue I almost attempted to sigh...

I joke with Rain bombarding soil from the above
Like two teenagers who hate to wear school uniform
We tear the pain away releasing one single dove
My Dad in black drives back my classmates to the dorm
My Mom caresses me as freshly planted tree...her heart is torn...


For Francine's Contest (english quintain) A Spring Day

2/1/2012


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?


Details | Free verse | |

Autumn gold

Autumn gold 

on TV - the weather – guy 
predicted enthusiastically

a lot of sun and a blue sky
beautiful warm late summer days 
during the upcoming autumn break

he did not know
for sure
he did not lie
probably

the ticking on the window
sings a different song
the clouds are sharing 
nothing but rain

I have to go out
before the rain stops
into that wet world
into the cold

would it help
if I remembered
would it be different 
if I could touch
the autumn leaves
made of sunny  gold 

©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2011-12

"Just" complaining about the weather..... or??????????

Third prize winner @ Poetrysoup-conest Üp in the Air" November 2012.


Details | Ballade | |

The Hunter

The hunter

I saw a man once on TV
He was hunting grizzly bear
Then bear, he got the upper hand
And blood was everywhere
That man was in an awful state
But I lacked in sympathy
You live by sword, you die by sword
That’s just the way it be.

I knew a man, a fisherman
He hunted for big fish
But when his boat did over turn
He never got his wish
Cause big shark came and took his life
And Karma, it was done
It seems that this time hunter lost
And mother nature won.

It seems some folk are low on soul
And only live to kill
I have no sympathy for these
And nor I ever will
When the game gets turned around
They’ve only they to blame
Because they gained their pleasure from
This heartless killing game.


Details | Free verse | |

Gunpowder

Tha frozen flowers are being painted 
by an unknown painter.
The butterflies are looking for gunpowder
in the winter
to burn themselves,
to burn these beautiful frozen flowers.

A Chaotic Circle with the power,
with the guns and gunpowder;
It confines everything except stars.
I want to brake these bars!

Without love our only chance is a miracle.
Can we save the butterflies
from this vicious circle?
Can we change the smell of gunpowder?
Can we change the world?


Details | Senryu | |

South Wind

on bone chilling days
wet winter winds sigh and moan
grieving over you


Details | Free verse | |

Black widow murderer

Unwittingly sucked in
entangled within lifes cobwebs
poisoned wrapped and saved for later

Until satisfaction for hunger is needed
preyed upon with slow satisfaction and pride
despite the deceit and trickery of enticement

Faced with soulful persecution of honesty
reality and truth to be lost forever
whilst deceitful one is admired

Displayed devouring of specimen
No trial nor retribution, let others fall fate
alas before finished – destiny will strike

Poor black widow will choke
own untimely death from own grip of life
suffocating truths stifled now smothering


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 | Prose Poetry | |

Somebody's Baby

Somebody’s Baby, lie still 
Embalmed in pure white cotton, 
Cocooned securely, like the babe in arms 
within the shroud. 
Seraphim cavort no more upon a form  
once touched with shades of youthful innocence.

Somebody’s Baby, be sure.
Your time for dreams now spent,
No future beckons only time captured frame by frame,
Frozen in vulgar technicolor;
Close Up; Explicit, depicting genre yet unclassified;
The epic over exposed.
 
Somebody's Baby, be silent.
Grey and gnarled  imposter in the cot
Metamorphosis contrives a landscape dry and gnarled.
No more seductress of tender ministry;
Solitary, silently; endures the travesty
Of human demise.


Details | Rhyme | |

Flood

Waters rise, engulf the land and other ruses
we devise to block their flow, to stem the tides.
Anxious, we are left to ride the waves
on fragile barques bereft of sails.
Such flimsy arks (mere barrel staves
and baling wire) float up the sides
of great sea-risers, like defiant snails
awash in slime. In time, seabrine looses
collective holds on congealed excuses
and in salt solution we dissolve.
To silver fishes we soon devolve
while worlds and stars, giants and dwarfs,
fade from mind like boats from wharfs.
And when to darker depths we dive,
will fishes miss us? Shall we survive
apart from sky, from air, from dry?
When at last we gasp and die
will crabs cavort? Can fishes cry?


Details | Narrative | |

Mourning Over The Locust Plaque

Some sounds like the noise of bees
Hovering around the atmosphere
Or like rain drops on our roof tops,
I opened my round window
The window of my hut,
I wanted to know
Why my sleep won't mellow,
All i saw was sorrow
As the atmosphere turned green.
The cassava farm was over shadowed
Banana plantation feebled,
Apple orchard struggled
Yet their efforts stifled,
Lemon grass for mama's herb withered,
Rose flower shattered and our 
Groundnut farm tattered.
Suddenly,the green army fled,
Tears exuded from my eyes
As i sputtered in pain,
Mother filled with melancholy,
Father tore his heart in grief
Villagers hope captured and crippled,
So their travail displayed as
Everyone mourned over 
The locust plaque.....



BY: CHARLES MELODY (LIGHTNING INK).   


Details | Tanka | |

Moon of Sadness

Nude in front of you
Slapped by bats but kissed by light
Enigmatic scars
No one understands but YOU...
I dream of dreams of moon life...

I pose - you draw me
You take pictures of my soul
Wondering what's wrong...
Sadness... immortality 
How much Love I cannot give!

For Tracie's "TANKA ME A MOONLIGHT DREAM... "


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | Rhyme | |

The Greed of Man

We admire them for the way they soar
We respect them for how loud they roar
We are jealous because they are allowed to be lazy
We laugh because they act crazy
We love their innocence and giving
We relish their flare for living

Why then does man . . .

Take away their carefree flight
And silence their roar and bite
Make them work all day long without rest
Or take away their carefree zest
Why does man put guilt in their eyes
And steal their awesome ‘highs’

Most men will never see the beauty of all God’s creatures
See the angelic beauty of all their features
Greed, power, and thrill
Unfortunately, will grow stronger still
Until the beauty of all God has made
Will surely fade


Details | Rhyme | |

My Quiet Place - In Your Heart

My room, which is in our school's condominium is miles away from  home. All alone, I stay in this beautiful room which has one glass window and  two sliding glass doors . On weekends, especially Sundays, it is so quiet here and  peaceful.  Neighbors are few, their doors are closed and many of them go back home. At first, melancholy was killing me. Finally, I've found some good diversions; which had extricated this feeling. In tandem with my household chores is sitting here in a  balcony where a very fantastic view I see! Overlooking here are swimming pool,  manmade lake, the flying  birds and  squirrels running and swaying on the branches of those tall green trees. So, I really find this balcony a perfect place to stay while silence engulfs me. In here, I play piano and paint; then,  conglomerations of feelings I have as I write my poetry.

In Your Heart


The tall green trees are beckoning,
They can sense what I feel;
Those squirrels which make sounds and grin,
They've secrets to reveal .

Silence will never make you sad,
It refreshes your mind;
You can enhance your skills and pray,
In your heart, you can find.


Written: Sept. 1,2012





First Place Winner
Contest: My Quiet Place
Contest Judged: 9/17/2012  
Sponsor Poet: Sara Kendrick


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

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


Details | Free verse | |

Bao - Yu

<                                         Bao - Yu
                                        precious jade
                                    your angelic font 
                                  cast mirrored images
                                      off stilled pond


                                  orchids in woven hair
                                  garments of satin and lace
                                  you lying in fetal position
                                  upon granite's stone
                                  tell me heavenly Goddess


                                  Why Do You Look So Sad  ?




Written By Katherine Stella

For Rambling Poet's
Reflection Contest 

G.L. ALL

Name Of This Poem 
Is Entitled
Bao -Yu


Details | Lyric | |

Garden Rose

Written August 21, 2013


There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed

But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red

She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone


Details | Narrative | |

The Destruction of My Home

It was a quiet, peaceful morning in the vast meadow.
I could hear the thump of hooves as other deer grazed in the valley below,
but across the sea of grass, a sight I feared,
two burly men slowly neared.

I dashed for the woods hoping my herd would do the same,
for the men, I could see, quickly came.
Like cracks of lightning, their gunshots fired.
The safety of the forest, I really desired.

As quickly as it came, the mayhem subsided.
Where I was to go was still undecided.
I moved through the forest with plenty of caution,
trying to ignore my shattering exhaustion.

Suddenly I found the scent of something burning.
My brief moment of peace was rapidly turning.
As I got closer to the source of the smell,
I saw that the men were to blame for this tragedy that was soon to befell.

Their campsite was set ablaze, for they left their fire going.
Now all their belongings were eaten by the fire without them actually knowing.
The flames quickly spread to the trees overhead.
If I didn’t leave soon, in no time I’d be dead.

I swiftly ran from the site,
as the billowing smoke began to block the sunlight.
Everywhere I looked, there were trees on fire.
To escape this inferno is what I aspire.

I finally made it to the safety of the lake,
wondering how much more trauma I’d be able to take.
I sat there watching my home being destroyed.
Leaving my abode, I had always tried to avoid.

The furious fire blazed for hours to come.
I saw the effect of the fire, and it was gruesome.
The pain of the upshot was an arrow in my side.
None of these animals should have ever died.

I was so tired I could have slept for a year.
If I could cry, I would have already shed a tear.
Oh the tragedy! Oh the despair!
How I wish mankind would learn to use fire a little with more care.


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


Details | Quatrain | |

Lost Hope

On the plight of this garden till when to grieve
                          Will this nest its glory retrieve

The companion birds have all flown away
O cypress trees and roses! Permit me to leave


-Mohammad Yamin
(Theme borrowed from a Ruba'yee of Josh Malihabadi)


Details | Free verse | |

End of summer for sure - Version 1 - Sad

Looking out my window this 38 degree morning
I saw that:

The bushes are weighted down
with the moisture;
the droplets on the verge of
morphing into ice;
hunkering against the cold.

The weeds are dead and stiff
with the end of a dry season;
now wet, turned into intensely
deep shades of brown
and ochre.

The tall un-mown grasses
are matted down
by fallen leaves,
saddened by season's end
and wet with shiny tears.


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 5 - mournful cries, way of nature, flight into eternity

mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat

mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is 
the way of nature

loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane


Details | Haiku | |

Mountain slopes

over mountain slopes.. mingling with my tears a soft rain Yesha Shah


Details | Free verse | |

Pearls

Nacreous trees
reach into goldenrod skies
autumn wheat hissing, envious!
Tassels of crown hang, lifeless.
Queen of a barren kingdom
where silver suns trek horizons, 
never in reach for the looking glass
to swallow, and reflect,
inside out.
Another sunrise sets
all as the pearl harvest eclipses behind,
the apple of her eye.


Details | Free verse | |

A Costly Mistake

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Haiku | |

HURRICANE


storm's debris-- in a crying child's hand a smiling one legged doll


Details | Rhyme | |

Oh, the Rain!

Caught the scent of the earth divine
The clouds are here, could sense the rain
Mind succumbs to the heart of love
Its time to rejoice, no matter how!

Listen to the trees smile and scream
The rustle of the leaves makes the surrounds gleam
The drops from the heaven make the earth come alive
The birds fly home, the kids jump and dive

The winds scare away the thundering clouds
The clouds run for cover, comes out the sun proud
The drops disappear as steam, makes the earth frown
The sky looks dry, the spirits go deep down


Details | Rhyme | |

Oh! Humanity,

Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve completely lost your sanity.
 
Did you forget how to grow?
Every one of you was planted row by row.
Did your heavenly Father not nurture you with love?
Did He not make the rains fall from up above?
Oh where is your heart?
Who gave you your first start?
 
Oh! Humanity,
What vanity!
 
Oh! Humanity,
What profanity!
 
Daylight hours just wash ashore,
With simple lives from once before!
Have you forgotten your heavenly Mother?
And what about your heavenly Brother?
Where is your Godforsaken mind?
What happened to being loving and kind?
 
Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve provoked such a calamity!
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2006
 
 


Details | Senryu | |

Summer's Spilled Milk

Summer’s Spilled Milk
City dwellers pumped;
Oil effused into ocean,
Ocean creatures died.


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The Sleeping Giant

<                 the sleeping giant once again has been awoke
                   to the sounds of great thunder and billows of smoke
                   what has happened his imperial's majesty's sleep
                   out from the depts of hell a great wavetrain has creeped


                   tainting soil where once land had been so enriched
                   brandishing homes businesses left them in a ditch
                   twisted metals dancing in swirls of stenching air
                   recovered bodies of beloved this is so unfair


                   across it's great mountain range somber is now heard
                   unity becomes one and not forgotten word
                   rebuild rebuild the sleeping giant request
                   let our people of japan return to their nest


                  for there will always's be another tomorrow
                  where earthquakes and tsunami's will bring such sorrow
                  for an sleeping giant all nestled in his bed
                  and his people dressed in five elements of thread





Tribute To Japan


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


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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



Details | Couplet | |

Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill


Details | Lanterne | |

Words of SILENCE On the Beach

A footstep so smooth;
A word so candid, yet strong:
A mind, so full of empathy,
came straight up to my heart:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The long pile of stories of life,
Unfolded, into your lap, with tears —
Some horrid, some slimy, but all true.
Solutions and steps were put forth:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

Moments of silence, in tears,
Emotions riding high,
Darkness so deep, fathomless;
Keyboard, whispers, brought hope. 
Life sprouts, naturally,
With light, and manure — right, 
Springing from words of wisdom:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

A ray of light sprouted, as did life,
From within me; and my words
Grew wings of fire, and sprung
Right onto paper, as poems and news.
Alas, the thrill lasted not long —
Black venom of the fire of Satan
Swirled around me, eating me up: 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The silence, construed as disregard,
The lag and the arguments;
Words of war, and then — SILENCE.
Search, search, search…
Life went off action; 
No sound, no light, no life. 
SILENCE, SILENCE, SILENCE. 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we — after all — strangers?


Details | Lyric | |

Mirrorred Refrain-GOD GAVE US LOVE FREELY

Smell the spring aroma and 
let it delight all your senses...
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?


Let my slow fingers caress your lustrous hair,
feel the pleasant warmth of a lovely afternoon;
on windless, sunniest days...
don't the softest roses bloom?


Only the truest lovers can set the white moon ablaze,
as the passing stars shed more light on their faces;
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?


God gave us love freely as the air we breath;
humans have turned it into lust and doom...
on windless, sunniest days
don't the softest roses bloom?

Entered in Jared Pickett's contest,"Mirrored Refrain"


Details | Verse | |

Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.


Details | Blank verse | |

Detaching

And then as time pass
I just sit and stare, sit and stare 
Ruthlessly shoved out of the way like an object
And used whenever they please 
Whenever they decide its time for the little doll to play.

But no more of the little doll
No more shoving and no more forcing
As the light clears out the shadows
I will clear what I feel and keep going.

I won’t abandon hope cause is the last thing to die 
I will stop mourning over the cloths that block the sun from my path
 Those cloths will burn with the fire of my ire 
And my path will be cleared.

No more shoving away, no more using the little doll
 No more little doll, not even their Muppet 
Cause as god gave me free will I shall use it 
I’ll clear my path and they might not see trace off me again

I’ll escape from this dungeon 
I shall be free from this tempest
I shall be free from these chains that are attached right into my nerves
I shall not lose the nerve and not look back.


Details | Rhyme | |

Paper and Plastic, is Man Fantastic

Me, I'm just part of mother earth
I'm just a little particle
At least mother earth knows I'm worth

Me and other particles
We make up her ground
For purity it is, it's found all around

For millions of years
We absorbed so many things
Decaying plants and flesh
In daily life it brings

Then the day arrived
With the experiments of man
Creating what was never here
Was it in their future plans

I can still recall the day
Seeing a fluttering near me
It was so white, drifting like a leaf
But I couldn't picture the tree

Beside me it lay
Not for long, just a couple of weeks
Here, then it was gone
Us particles no longer weeped

The fortunate in us lived on
Living many, many years
But this day I'll always remember
Us particles choked, and lingering tears

Generations now have passed
The same colour, white like the paper
This time it never left
Mans creation, who cares, their caper


Details | Quatrain | |

Itty Bitty Stink Bug

Itty bitty stink bug
Laying upon the rug
Itty bitty stink bug
No one to give a hug

Itty bity stink bug
I hate to be a thug.
Itty bitty stink bug
Flushed without a shrug


Details | Free verse | |

Without Love

Look around you see the azure sky
the peaceful white clouds the stars
shining in the infinite heavens
See the love and care of the creator
the color the diversity that he conceived 
from above Be amazed by his perfect love
Look again see us waste and destroy our
beautiful gift of love sent from above
We have raped the land ravaged the 
trees spoiled the rivers lakes and seas
it's like a bad dream it makes me 
so sad See how some take and take
and never give back forgetting their
brothers and sisters in need it is such
a sad thing to see Without love all is lost
the ruin comes at too high a cost My love
for life begins to fade everything is so
jaded then my sweet love comes and
holds me in her arms I feel her love it's like
a cool drink in the scorching heat she pours
her love on me then I truly can see without
love we are all perishing without
this to feed


Details | Couplet | |

Searching for Summer

Nasty old winter is getting me down
I'm looking for summer all over town

I lift up a blanket of snow off the ground
Sadly there is no green grass to be found

My very next stop I'll go down to the beach
With waves and sand summer may be in reach

The lake is solid like a piece of glass
No sign of summer I'm freezing my ass

Summer summer reveal yourself to me
Sun warm my face place leaves on a tree

Hey wait a minute is that a red Rose?
I pick it up, place it under my nose

I'm so sad to say, the rose isn't real
You can imagine how sad I now feel

My search is over I know when I'm licked
As I head home I'm feeling real ticked

I see a young woman walking my way
Wearing a bikini on this cold day

A glimpse of summer my heart starts to race
I'm confused, yet there's a smile on my face

Searching for Summer contest
By Richard Lamoureux
March 14, 2013







Details | Free verse | |

Snippets

These were all former PIMs -- "poetry in motion" entries

I.
desert stillness shrouds
their adversary lairs
twilight's muted thunder
betrays the nearby
stealthy moon

II.
pale gold ribbons
fiery soft skies
sea haze streaks a thin mountain path
as day begins

III.
kitchen pans, pity, pungent cheese
and garden lace -- the matriarch
dripping decay
with her mild gentility

IV.
winter snow, ice
slow spring melt
rain-drowned torrent ocean bound flow
placid river drift
debris of desire

V.
drifting memories
of lakes
water lapping against land
heartbeats floating on the breeze
the water reflects your face
look away

VI.
the chalky moon
creases midnight clouds
blue shades of lovers
walk a powdery sky
chortle at the other's close proximity


Details | Imagism | |

Withered Sentiments

The petals rains on me,
Smothering the blemishes on my skin.
An idyllic red bleeds to a crimson shade,
And my heart feels it once more,
Withered by my sentiments.


In the midst of reds and yellows,
Hands held out in a field of shadows.
Swirling in the echoes of a laughter,
Running away,
Chasing for the scent of a rose.


They said a prayer would stop the pricking,
Should I choose to hold on to a rose.
To embrace a memory made of thorns,
To linger on the pathway of forlorn,
And enjoy the moment of my fall.


But, a piano starts to resound in the heart,
And a tone of darkness blends in with the lies.
Its taunting melody sings of him,
While his memory turned its back on me,
The withering rose starts to cry alone.


What’s left of me is lost in you,
But I can’t find you.


Details | Couplet | |

cold

How can I get a fire started?
It's too cold, the sun has departed.
Northern winds whipping by,
Filling darkness in my sky.
I cannot shake my weariness.
It steals away my springtime bliss.
Bitter cold, and to my bone
Under gray skies I am all alone.

04-23-2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Watch Her Fall

A somber landscape outside her window
She looks at those amber leaves full of sorrow
Watching them fall from time to time
Like reading a poetry away from sublime

Her scarlet lips turned ghostly white
Bald trees and dying ones are always on her sight
She looks at a man sweeping the fading beauty
and when the day falls the night was dreary

A somber landscape painted with fears
She looks at those dry amber leaves in tears
Waiting for the sun to be sealed in an envelope
as she stopped breathing, she smiled full of hope


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Elm

I fling my branches sky-wide the light in my leaves is gone dank sickness slides beneath soil dark spores invade me Frail leaves scatter and shatter my bare boughs rattle like bones fungus creeps, the poison seeps moss-soft rot takes hold Brittle brown branch tips bend down beseeching ground: swallow me my last cry to earth and sky weeping tears of sap


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sky Fell over Montana

SIlence fell over Montana
Stretched outward, blew through trees,
Clouded out the sky,
Made its home on her hills,
Suffocated the light,
Immersed itself in rivers
Sucking everything dry.
Epidemic in air,
That she could no longer sustain.

Sunlight was refracted
Tangent arc of ice crystals
He was.

He took off his hunting gear,
Made himself anonymous.
Deficient and incomplete,
It was unavoidable,

that he would leave,
Montana in silence...


Details | Haiku | |

Nature the Destroyer

the sea rolled away
the little girl wonders if 
it went down a drain

her mother screams "Run!"
as a tsunami erupts -
sand castle trampled


3/11/12
Received 7th place in P.D's "Nature the Destroyer" contest
Susan Burch


Details | Rhyme | |

A Wilted Beauty

I held a beautiful flower in my hand...
I watched it lean where the sun ran...
My fingers and warmth slowed its growth...
So I let it go for its beauty to float...
It flourished in a world of sun and peace...
But soon the days ran and the sun was a tease...
Wilted and sad it now fades too fast...
And with a fall chill this beauty did soon pass...



"Autumns Dream contest"
10/23/11


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Tragic Feather

Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped

Were thou thus, shunned, cast away 
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk

Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze

Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys 
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots

An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
                                   the more of naked souless crops


Details | Quatrain | |

DEMON CALLED GOD

The same deadly story unfolds
Mumbai, Pune, Varanasi
Bombs rip apart our souls
When will stop this atrocity

They come in the form of Demons
Kill in the name of God
Nature created species and humans
Why Humans created God?

Bloated egos fill some minds
Hatred makes the world go blind
We are all born to die
This is not the way, we cry

Swear in the name of dead
To slay in the name of God
Dangerous game triggered by man
The same God will destroy man


Details | Villanelle | |

Marshland Dreams

In the night the marsh cricket cries,
Ringing through the starless still
A song of aurora skies.

A pale gray moon, listening, sighs,
No wind rippling the watermill
In the night the marsh cricket cries.

Shearing the dark a lost bird flies,
The melody shivers in the chill
A song of aurora skies. 

Hours before forgotten sunrise,
Ants dare venture from their hill
In the night the marsh cricket cries.

Beneath the marsh water millions of eyes,
Shameless creatures drink in their fill
A song of aurora skies.

There are no fears, there are no lies
They cannot understand this thrill
In the night the marsh cricket cries
A song of aurora skies.


Details | Free verse | |

Nature's Way

The mantis has caught the butterfly I feel sad Yet I do not want to intervene in a design higher than I


Details | I do not know? | |

Clouds

Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue;
Rain, the rain descends aslant from angry ashen skies;
Winds, the winds bemoan their loss of reins and calm control;

Shades, the shades appear suffused, alone in lurid haze;
Trees, the trees enshroud the eyes of misty brooding woods;
Leaves, the leaves desert their branches, falling one by one;

Birds, the birds intone a tune, a mourning monody;
Grass, the grass surrenders blades, impaled in truant winds;
Fields, the fields imbibe and quaff to quench an arid thirst;

Stones, the stones repulse the pearls, exploding tears of gloom;
Streams, the streams meander, hushed, to distant vapid shores;
Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue


Details | Rhyme | |

Internal Rhyme-MARCH'S ENDURING DREARINESS

March's enduring dreariness looms when no pigeon coos;
at April's doorstep, it still blows away an umbrella or hat...
letting the impatient spring know that he refuses to go!
There were certain days so mild and cheerful almost wild,
but none of them lasted as inescapable moments contested!
Close to midnight, tears falling on this soft pillow reflect moonlight;
and sighs turn into sobs...remembering delicate daffodils' buds
that were as feeble as those dreams I had dreamed as little!
And still March's enduring dreariness is far from pleasantness;
it won't grant my wish...while outside many voices rant,
but shut out from everything, I can't feel or hear anything!
Go to another place, dreary March...vanish in the haze!


Details | Free verse | |

Vanishing Animals

(African human populations are being killed off by war,
famine, disease, and neglect...much like many rare
other species...when will we pay attention and try to
help them?)

Time,
stretching out, encompasses curtains,
on distant savannas, of shimmering heat.
And animals vanish:
ibex and antelope;
elephant; grouse.
Here once, now going or gone.
And time vanishes now.
Animals gone, one has no focus.
Moldering greenery, mute,
moves mainly in wind --
pliant life, submitting to breezes,
passive in sun. Rooted in spots
not chosen or won.
Plants do not vanish.
They prosper.
We do not prosper.
We vanish, as animal,
and go hardly noticed.
A dirge, as animals vanish.
We vanish unnoticed.


Details | Haiku | |

Tragedy Abroad

Japans painful wounds
Shakes the world and floods our eyes
Our prayers go out


Details | Ballad | |

Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


Details | Free verse | |

Natural gemstones of life

Earth’s natural gemstones thunder down
Miriards of multi sized scattered diamonds tumbling
trained jewels, beads, roll down roof glazing
Tiny shards of light begin to bounce, dance and reflect magnificantly
At first twinkles of days sunlight peep from behind storm clouds
Enters sunrise, day breaks
Vast darkness of night-times tears quickly disperse
evaporating to the brighter warmer climate
Nature’s tears are quickly dried 
Outside still few mirrors remain reflecting the skies and beauty
Besides these little basins of wonder
patchy shadowed pavements still damp retract
As temperatures rise I recollect musing over shrinage of moisture
Just as the tides retrace their steps back to the oceans
But who ever sees their journey thereafter
The cycle of life continues whether we notice or not
So every droplet wasted counts
As climates change so must we
Earth and sea compositions alter
It’s down to us to make a difference
To help preserve and protect the living species
and precious commodities we need for every day living
before these treasures are lost, gone from our world altogether
Richer or poorer are we crumbling our planet
At the cost of bling we run down waste holes
Or leave to trail the land around us
Are we throwing our futures away
Should we not be evaluating the cost of new things precious
The waters of life, catch them if you can
Earths natural gemstones thunder down


Details | Haiku | |

Carnations

Rows of carnations
children grab, defying rule
time withers with them.


© ~JSLambert  2011


Details | Free verse | |

Remains Of A Driveway

Through you I seek to know:
What happened once below?

You ferns of resistance, I see you
Mixing it upward with 
A firm stance. 
(Such steely green weeds
Do smirk indeed
Above the empty path of horizon’s eye,
Blackened to nowhere).

What, though, do I see in you?

(A path lies vacant and wanting,
A land once named upon a dream;
A barren place now daunting,
Neglected and unseen).

Where is your truth?

(Does it rest within your clumsy bud’s dance
With a tertiary sky,
Or a raucous from your stem’s windward need 
To lead)?

Oh No.

I do believe:
It is your roots of defiance!

To know Home in no shame;
To forge through scarred soil with no blame!

Such courage you have:
To reap the shifting tar of fickle men, 
And safely hasten away 
From the notion of never again!

(Thirty some years have stood and fell
Yet…
Your quiet presence lives to tell
This hell,
Once known,
As Love’s canal).  

Oh eager green,
 I wish you well.


Details | Free verse | |

The Cremation of My Uncle- 2

When his truck met
with nature so pure,
Did he know his time
was coming to an end?

Basic elements of life
taught each day
not to think twice.
Giving humans oxygen,
yet encouraging a raging fire,
just ordinary trees.
Did he know they would 
cut his time short?

A cremation vault so sacred
destroys our lives.
It put him in a vase
rather than a box.
Does he know now
that he has come
to an end?

-Caroline Youngless


Details | Sonnet | |

Frozen

The latent pace of winter-tide drifts on,

hibernal winds exhale a frosty dawn,

the gentle warmth of summer’s long-since gone, 

now ‘midst the jagged ice the sun lies torn.

 

Of broken heart she bleeds, to frigid pools,

a weary spectral light for life to take;

ethereal displays of winter jew’ls

reflect her soul on tears of downy flake.

 

Emotion spent she falls to deep repose,

where afternoon dies young, bereft of light, 

‘cept for a moonlight serenade that flows

across the down that softly quilts the night.

 

Encased within her dreams of grief and pain,

a frozen world of beauty breathes in vain.


Details | Lyric | |

fracking oil

should I believe you man in the suit?
oh your hair looks mighty fine 
combed back, your polished slacks 
a slight tan 
you are irresistible in your presence 
demanding attention. 
you have a face that looks right 
nothing you say would be out of sight 
nothing you do would steer me wrong 
oh man in the suit, 
you are my god. 
you have the power to make us thrive 
dig a hole 
to the other side 
not to china, but to the fuel
oh man in the suit 
I cannot trust you 
you dug too deep 
into a pocket of the earth 
looking for more resource 
to fill your own pockets 
but I don't want pockets 
man in the suit 
all I want 
is for you to tell the truth
your polished smile did us wrong 
lies lay upon your clever tongue  
and you continue to rule the earth 
digging your holes 
you find more girth 
to your hungry pockets 
which you try so hard to fill
when will you learn 
that filling pockets kills...


Details | Verse | |

Armageddon Pt 1

It's bout to get worse
It was written in the verse
The truth hurts
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

When the time comes
No one's gonna hold up a sign
saying it's time to "get right"
It's gone come like a thief in the night!
Blowin' up and wreckin ish!
The war you want is the war you gone get
It was written before our time
We keep looking at the signs
manifest before our very eyes
constantly denying our right
to be one of the meek ones of our time
ARMAGEDDEON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

We're at the end of what used to be existence
Every super power will answer to a higher power 
so pray repentence
The time is closer than any distance
From Washington to Obama
No one will escape the wrath!
Hope you choose the right path!
Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks
that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one
Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones
and accurately take in knowledge of his son?
OR will you perish in the dust
never to be awakened again?
No consciousness of sin
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED!

It's in the verses
Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it
You see the times changing
You see the minds fading
You see the world and how messed up it is
You see that nigga satan and his curses!
I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses!
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED


Details | Ballad | |

Zanaku, grey wolf.

He walks at night,
It sleeps by day,
Basking in the moonlight,
Or so they say,
With the form of a wolf,
And the soul of a man,
With a tale that can move,
And a mind that can plan,
With a coat of gray hair,
And eyes always crying,
People seem to care,
People are always lying,
He howls at the moon,
So desolate and sad,
Good times go too soon,
As did all that he had,
Living in the woods,
So far from redemption,
Plagued by dark thoughts,
Too many to mention,
The gray wolf walks alone,
Carrying his past,
All that he called his own,
Found it hard to last,
Staring at the clouds,
And standing in their rain,
Find no relief from his constant pain,
Such a doleful look,
Calls on the heart to bleed,
Life gave and then it took,
All that he came to need,
So he rises to go,
Lonely, though no one cares,
As if they didn't know,
Lone wolves don't come in pairs.


Details | Free verse | |

Loves regrets

As pure as a frozen waterfall 
Dissolving in spring
My winter heart melted at your touch 
I gave you my all 
I sparkled like effervescent water

My youth blossomed 
Like springs dawning 
Filled with light and joy
My soul I dedicated to you
I bled for you

Like a red, red rose unfolds its bud
At the warmth of the sun
I longed for your embrace 
Your ardent advances-
Your deep kisses reached my depths
Unveiling me – I yielded all

Your hands held my heart
So tenderly - at first
Your love grew me
I so yearned for you
My one and only - true love 

Until your longing for me 
Turned to lust-I wasn’t enough 
To gorge your appetite
You became like a darkened well
That couldn’t be filled

You grew bitter and discontent
Enraged you grabbed and destroyed-
You tore to pieces the very love you craved
Crushing it beneath your sullied feet

I lay bruised and tattered by your abuse
There is nothing left in this broken heart-
Are you satisfied? Is your longing quelled?
Look at what is left of my beauty 
You once called, your noble, red, red rose 

© Brenda V Northeast 25th Jan. 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

Might these be

Might this be a wonder,
Might this be a sunder,
Might this be the blocker,
Might this be the warder,
Might there be a plunder,
Might it pass the border,
Might there be a dweller,
Might they be lodgers,
Should they be squatters,
Should they be trespassers...

Might they squander,
Might it scatter,
Might this be a sputter,
Might there be a clutter,
Moght there be to many clusters,
Might this be the controller
Mightit get power...?

Might these be handlers,
Might these be forcers,
Might these be the squashers,
Might these be the breakers,
Breaking some of the order...

Might this be a night,
Going to a wretched midnight,
Coming from a raging twilight,
Until these be ended, throughout nighttime,
Later waking from our bedtime,
Maybe dying to see the morning light,
Might this be happening tonight...?

Might there be a knight,
Might there be a fight,
Waiting for a shining might,
Coming from some rainbow's light,
coming slight from the nighttime,
With some waiting for their fly...

Might these fight the ghouls,
Might they get to their goal,
Might this vanish some ghosts,
Whom want all of our souls...

Might this be other things,
Might these be the lives of life,
With some asking, might these be I...?


Details | Free verse | |

Dreamer

I’m a happy dreamer
-I am that cocooned butterfly
In a shell of fragile webs
That dreams of flying, a splitting of the cage
Oblivious to the outside 
Where stretches a spider’s net
Neatly waiting
Oblivious to my dreams
-Oh, happy dreams.
 


Details | Lyric | |

The Moment of Atonement

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
for I have distorted thee:
lying passionately,
I failed to accept you
by chimera deceptional
I wanted to surmount you
believing myself
to be exceptional.

Forgive me My World
my bitterness,
narcissism
and selfishness;
for a fool I was
since the truth 
was consciously unknown to me
thus calamitious the discovery would be.

Please forgive me
all the souls my ambition eradicated,
all the feelings my sharp tongue destroyed,
all the emotions my cold heart repudiated,
for how much all those deeds I enjoyed.

I was then infected;
the infection seemed incurable
as I wanted it to be -
or wasn't I aware how diseased I was?

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
my blindness
to the beauty of life;

With myself in centre
I would not look around
for distorted was my perception
by a deceitful projection
of perfect me in faulty universe.



My Dear World,

Thank you
for
instant recovery of my senses,
the wisdom you blessed me with,
the pain myself was redefined through.

Yester year
I reached the deepest depth
slowly losing my pride -
my psyche was nearing death
in plight I could hardly abide -
I understood a mere human I am.

Now I laugh
enjoying my life
every day forsooth
heartily 
and with ruth.



Thank you
My Dear World
Please, forgive me.


Details | Free verse | |

Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning


Details | Rhyme | |

Spring in Georgia

You never did see spring down here
With Bradford pear in full bridal wear.
Redbuds in attractive bridesmaid attire
Painting the scene with glorious fire.

You never saw the daffodils make merry
Laughing at the exuberant pink cherry.
Light hearted pansies giggling through the day
As boisterous squirrels come out to play.

Stately trees don their cloaks of soft hued green
Multi-colored birds that twitter and preen.
Everything getting ready for their chance
To be invited to springs celebration dance.

And yet I sense your presence on the breeze
Hear your soft whisper in the rustling trees.
I'll never know why you set your spirit free,
Sure wish you could savor this spring with me.


Details | Quatrain | |

Renew on the Serengeti

The rains in fall on the Serengeti lands
It's impending approach is in natures plans
From barren to lush bringing droplets of pure
Seasonal they are, but will it remain her renewing cure

For we treat her lands so bad, so mean we don't console
Will we ever understand to our neglect that we extol
There will be a day, when these vast expanses turn to dust
And humans and their wants, will turn their iron into rust

We have to take a stand, before it's all to late
And sit around the mediating table before we reach hell's gate
Decisions for the good to be made for our futures kin
As the heads of State's shake hands, from this room within





Inspired by Wilma Neels poem "Renewal" ty.








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-15.php





Details | Dodoitsu | |

Weeping Willow Tree

shady weeping willow tree grace brushes the canopy sullen branches seek comfort from lovers below yester year echoes sweetly through the branches hanging low each leaflet holds my sorrow dew drops are my tears my father's tree weeps for me sweeping branches touch my heart once, you held a young man's dreams now, you bring solace By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders dedicated to my dad, John F. Johnson, Jr (1949-2002) The Weeping Willow was his favorite tree First place in No Name/Any Form 14 Max contest


Details | I do not know? | |

A Walk Alone

Quick as a blade lunging forward to claim a life, is this darkness falling upon me. Whispers of a sorrow, known so long ago, float in the thickness of the night. Twigs snap in the distance, I turn but my eyes fail me.. My own hand in front of my face goes unseen... then, all becomes quiet... 
   Walking along a gravel path, each step makes the pebbles unearth and dance along side me until coming to a halt.. Searching for even the slightest sign of light.. my head tilts towards the sky looking for the moon or the stars to show me what little comfort they could offer.. I am alone. Even they have abandoned me on this wicked night. Owls hooting in the midst of this forest, as if to let the rest of the forest know I am here.. and I am alone.. the wind at my back shows no mercy on my path to find light.. it taunts me, urging me to run as if it knows something I do not.. As soon as that thought was finished, a screech! 
   Snapping and cracking from branches being broken in a direct path to me. Finally I can take it no more, rendered so helpless, Frantic, I run blindly with arms reached out in front of me to take the blunt force of whatever I may run into.
suddenly, there is a loud "THUD"...
   The screeching stops, as do I.. Heart pounding intensely, it is as if it is not my heart at all, but drums being played.. Lungs threatening to collapse as my knees buckle. Tears of fear streaming down these burning cheeks..
whats that? Foot steps! I ask myself, from where? I spin, there!
   Don't scream, don't move..  Crouched down low to the ground. Eyes burning from the rush of tears, heart wrenching and twisting between my ribs.
A light! Scared, I stand.. One moment passes and the next I'm running... but why? Light is what I'm searching for! No..safety.. from fears and my pain... 
   This forest is a manifestation of my fears.. I must face them!
My feet come to a steady stop. Turning to face the enclosing footsteps.. My adrenalin is fading I can now feel where the broken branches had their way with the bare skin of my arms and legs. I can feel the lumps forming.

The light!
Eyes shut I cling to a nearby tree.. deep breaths in, deep breathes out.. bracing myself for what is about to come.

My eyes dart open...


Details | Haiku | |

Thin Crust

brittle
ice crust forms
old snow


Details | Free verse | |

The Deer-Slayers

Is he down?
I don' know; you wait 'ere,
While I go see/ Come 'ere.
Gut 'im now?
Not jus' yet; check his pulse.
No, high'r up. Yeah, right there.
Now, Pa, how?
I'll show yeh.
And the thunder of God's wrath 
Echoed through the wood.


Details | Free verse | |

Rain

The rain fell down fiercely today.
Washed the trees and washed the birds,
the cars that slowly passed by,
And washed the red roofs of houses in town.

It just couldn't wash away this sorrow,
this inate, nevergone feeling of being alone.
My lips move but what do they say?
not a word from what runs within.

And I always hoped that like salt
the rain would melt it all away,
releasing the heavy lid upon my chest.
A naive expectation,
A silly childish mistake.

For I will die misunderstood,
I'll surely die being betrayed,
No doubt I'll die trying to mend
my full of hope, broken, bleeding heart
that 's been always as heavy as the rain that fell down today.


Details | Free verse | |

These Trees

Slender, singular,
Filamentous fir,
Yellowing larch -- these trees
Do not speak but seem to sleep,
Sheltering skinny sheep
Handily herded -- full-fleeced
In lanolin- laden wool.

Sheep
Do not sleep much.
They speak their protest --
(Such ineffective baas) --
To cloning and to closeness.
All, doubles of the ovine others,
Crowded among brothers,
Cowering under silent wood:
Dissimilar dark fir;
Lone, yellowing
Larch.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

A CENTENNIAL MAPLE TREE

I often visited this forest,
making acquaintance
with a centennial maple tree;
there I conversed eloquently...
as if I were talking to a trusted friend. 


I went back yesterday around nine
to admire its shimmering green foilage,
and discovered it was cut down to a stump...
before crashing and breaking the brenches of birch and pine,
as black ooze bleeded, fuxed and bubbled under its cracked bark.


And wondering what causes its fall,
I searched for a cause by examining its trunk...
leading to its rotten roots detached from loose soil;
was it too old to withstand a fierce Autumn's storm?
Or did a violent torrent add to its toil? 


Unfortunately, nothing I do or say will comfort it,
its death has came too suddenly and violently,
taking down many beeches and firs beneath it;
now, a wide space above it has let in sunlight...
taking away the cool shade that sheltered me.


I grieve for the anguish and helplessness that it felt,
not having been there to embrace it...
as soon as it plunged to the untroubled ground below;
ah, if that tempest had never come,
I wouldn't be weeping and be overcome by sorrow!


Details | Haiku | |

Rain

                    
                    Acid in the rain
           Chances it won't heal again
              Leaves our earth in pain 



09.17.2014
Contest: Creative Haiku 
Charlotte Puddifoot


Details | Rhyme | |

Our Poor Planet

From our humble roots, we have cherished this earth.
We have used it to fuel our lives, we see its' worth.
Earth, she has given us everything, yet we greed.
We don't respect her, it's always what we need.
How long do you think, you pollute our shores?
Because at one point, the Earth won't take it anymore.
All the luscious green she bears, will turn to brown.
Eventually, if we don't stop, there is no turning around.
This planet has a life, just like those who live here.
However no one stops, it won't be long, I fear.
The Earth will die, she will no longer breathe.
All the things we live on, she will take with her leave.
Then what will he have left, to thrive upon?
There will be nothing left, it will all be gone.
Don't even deny, what we are doing to this place.
We are all the killers, we all wield the mace.


Details | Ballad | |

The joy of the pheasant shoot

The joy of the pheasant shoot.

Getting set for the big event
The good folk do their stuff
They beat the earth with sticks, do they?
With their little dogs so tough 
They flush those pheasants from the scrub
So all can have some fun
Killing them with smiling faces
As they fire beloved guns.

Then as the pheasants in a panic
They bolt into the sky
Our hero’s with their guns in hand
Make sure that hundreds die
As the air is filled with the cracking sounds
As birds fall all around
Just so these fools can get there jollies
These corpses cover ground.

I wonder sometimes if these hero’s
Have any souls at all
That they could get such satisfaction
Doing these acts so cruel
Sometimes it leaves me speechless
At the way folk get their pleasure
Killing beauty just for fun
Is an ugly kind of leisure.

10 September 2013 @ 1340hrs




Details | Monorhyme | |

Travel Free, TROUBLED TRANSIENT

TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT...

Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all
Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall...
Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN"
Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done
Divide doom by blue tears you stack
Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack
Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die
Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky!



*(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)


Details | Free verse | |

Shadow

Shadow of a butterfly reaching through the light shining 
Through transparent window panes.
The shadow of me hiding in the shade casted
By the wall beneath the sill.

Sunlight of this evening lighting up my bedroom,
Helping me to see my surrounding.
Sunlight of this day, for me, it was brightly burning,
All while bicycling home.

Shadow of a bird symbolizing flying and basking
In the sun, which soothes my pains.
The shadow of me concealing itself and fasted
Inside my head as I sit still.

Rays of a sunset touching the glass, illuminating
The colours and the wall.	
Rays of a sunrise waiting for night to pass, wishing
To shine so I may finally roam.

Shadow of a cage: this window the only thing
Keeping me as solitary as I can be.
The shadow of me welling up deep within,
Descending into sorrow.

Light of the sun embracing countries, forever travelling.
Sunrise awaiting my horizon.
Light of the sun reminding me how
There will be a day of my dream coming true.

Shadow of the blue twilight gently glowing
Throughout this room where I am free.
The shadow of me restlessly reflecting
Upon thoughts of the days beyond tomorrow.

Sunshine everyday warmly reassuring
That it will always shine on through.
Sunshine everyday piercing
The gray clouds of any day.

Shadow of thoughts filling
My mind with a saddening realization.
The shadow of me is suddenly being embraced,
My Sun ensuring in time I will attain all I’ve dreamed.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Secret Garden

Branches and ivy lifted like
A flimsy sort of solid shield,
Wind whispers through the keyhole as
My secret garden is unsealed,

Petals tremble fearfully,
Mistrustful of this open plain,
Both buds lean in towards the light
Whilst trying disinterest to maintain,

Sun flares upon my frightened flowers,
Blinking from their lifetime of night,
'Too much too soon', they seem to cry,
Withering beneath the blinding light,

The clouds arrive to comfort them,
Too late; my garden's dying,
As I soothe it with regretful rain,
The satisfied sun is sighing.


Details | Blank verse | |

Naturacide

The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The vacant beach so moist is gone
The sea swells like a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of loneliness
 
Nature, tormented by time
Erodes herself and ebbs and flows
With the emotional tides of the moon
As the dawn breaks, fragments, scatters and is gone
The lone nascent emotion sparked within the soul
Embraces the new, the unpredictable
With all sense of time and order lost to the waves
Man falls into new nothingness
And finds sanity among the seasoned sighs of the tide
The warning whispers of the sea
 
The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The nascent horizon is swallowed
The sea swells in a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of despair

It is beautiful


Details | Rhyme | |

winter song

I’ve felt the seasons each with passing time
each with weather tuned to its own phase
winter brings a cold I may not survive
if it weren’t for warmth that comes in its own ways

some say what’s in the sky depends on what’s in your mind
but how can you light a fire when the rain won’t dry?
to me seems like a big thing to deny
in the long run, just a different way to lie

bring your ice, bring your frost
bring your chills, don’t count the cost

bring your winds, make things die
have no mercy, cloud the sky

spring is bright and warm on certain days
summer is the single most bold
autumn is bright and warm on certain days
they all bring their days of dark, dark cold

winter’s frost forms in ways unclear
many of these chills i cannot relieve
the other seasons hint its coming’s near 
kinda like winter never leaves

bring your ice, bring your frost
bring your chills, don’t count the cost

bring your winds, make things die
have no mercy, cloud my sky


Details | Free verse | |

Cliffhanger

In the midst of conclusion,
this breathtaking, last sight.
Fitting the peace of final sigh,
the picture perfect landscape
spread out beneath a sky clear as Heaven’s light.

The vastness of nature’s reach and the danger of death
combined in dance creates an epic last note
in which one edge of balance will topple onto the other.

In a flash, my past performs a scene
to the rhythm of panic
as I’m held on edge by the arms of a murderous heart,
refusing to let me fall to forgotten love,
telling me to hold on…
Beyond the threshold of the rugged horizon
Heaven's gates beckon.

Should I let go?
To die inside myself or to live in slavery?

I look up to the now brilliant, crystalline sunset.
Time is running out for choice
as bloodied hands lose their foothold.
I look back to see the shadows multiplying,
encompassing the hope of life. 

As night chokes the permeating beams, 
I shut my eyes
and give up the fight that was never mine…


Details | Rhyme | |

Arrested Fantasy

                                         I’ve etched my life in shades of cream,
                                           Colour a luxury found only in dream.
                                             To live my life in black and white
                                        Will choke my soul with endless night.

                                             I’ve dreamt of spicy golden suns
                                                                  Igniting
                                                              radiant fires;
                                                           Of silver moons
                                                                 Hushing
                                                              starry choirs.

                                          I’ve dreamt of sweet emerald jungles
                                                                Meditating
                                                            portraits green;
                                                       Of dark violet storms
                                                              Thundering
                                                             music mean.

                                              I’ve dreamt of sour amber deserts
                                                                 Burning
                                                           coral red skin;
                                                     Of  tanzanite glaciers
                                                                 Freezing
                                                         diamonds therein.


                                   But colourless passion sequesters my heart,
                                     My lustrous pomegranate crumbles apart.
                                               Classic ivory saturates my eye
                                         Fantasy arrested and charged with a lie.


Details | Tanka | |

LEAVING AS A SAD SPARROW

Thick fog brings on rain,
it can't console the stripped trees
whose leaves pave the road...
while their drooping branches moan Fall 
leaving as a sad sparrow.


Details | Blank verse | |

Night And Day

This gray day fades away.
The evening sunset paints the clouds,
Beauty beheld through transparent shrouds.

Awaiting his return,
For he is whom for I yearn.

I won’t cry as I see the purple sky.
I know he shall come home tonight.

This gray day fades away.
The night dyes the sky navy,
Beauty meld with lights from windows.

Sitting in his room,
For he will soon free me from gloom.

I won’t cry as I see the lit city.
I love how even loneliness has beauty.


Details | Quatrain | |

Why Red Roses Flow

Every year she returns to the scene
This place in question where life has been mean
On muddy banks down by the waterline
Alone in her tomorrow's, solitary resigned

Having already lost her husband in his freedom fight
No mother should enter this fateful night
Her baby, her son, that a mother sees to grow
Wandered from her safety to that fast water flow

All innocent and fearless little steps slowly walk
In playful surrounds just barely in talk
Noises up ahead attract this mind to peek see
So curious they are when they get a chance to break free

Down an unclimbable bank he faces his lure
Once a slow flowing stream soon to take natures pure
Yesterdays storms allowed the heavens to cry
Whilst his mother kneels down and still asks herself why

In her hand she clasps a bunch of Roses so red
Tears fill her eyes knowing her tomorrow's lie dread
Once again she looks back, facing a mothers fear
A last glimpse of the flow, feeling her lost sons tears












http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-5.php



Details | Ballade | |

In defense of the chook



The chook defense

Now I’m no vegetarian
Though I’d like that this could be
At seventy I’ll never change
So I’m just stuck with me
And I really love’s me chook
In every kind of way
But now I’m in the mood I’m in
I just have this to say…..

If we’re going to eat these chooks
Don’t we owe them some respect
We treat them like commodities
But what I might reflect
Is, if we treat these creatures thus
That God placed on this earth
Then we neglect our very souls
And too our own self worth.

Those birds are treated so damn mean
How can one understand
This cruelty, are we then humane?
It don’t look too damn grand
And where’s the goodness in a food
That’s never seen the sun
So when we treat these birds like this
What damage have we done?

That chicken flue was scary, once
But who knows much at all
About the karma that can come
From things, unnatural.
It’s time for changes in this world
When dosh is not the ‘all’
And then humane might be a word
That’s truly wonderful

10 July 2013 @ 1301hrs.



Details | Haiku | |

deeply, the last rose

deeply, the last rose inhales for a final breath farewell her perfume


Details | Narrative | |

All About Her

I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and bellbottoms
Sometimes i seen her wear dresses and fancy tops
But lately shes been wearing band shirts

She wears converse shoes and uses an army bag for school
I know that she dosent like to communicate through talking... only through her peoms
or sometimes even her songs.

I see her drawing and painting all the time
She draws famous people
She would like to be famous and not so unknown
When she tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave her alone

When she gets home she goes upstairs to play her bass guitar
She hates chocolate cake but loves chocolate
Her family left her behind because she cant forget her past

Sometimes when shes alone she contemplates the meaning behind her life
Her favorite color is gray because her life is black and white
Everything she says is false according to the world

She is not so innocent
I understand that she dreams about the perfect life
When she opens her eyes they are pitch black

She is someone that is fake
She acts nothing like she should
She is very grungy and unclean

She knows of no safety
and of no time
Her life is smashed into pieces by the giant sun

She will always be a ghost
She knows of no god
She crawls around in the world of death
She remains forgotten


Details | Blank verse | |

Winter

Even now I blink as the hopes
Flutter past, away from me,
Wintry gusts pull the early dark in,
No arms around me as the
Heavy skies throw the chills at me,
Making me ill.


Details | Free verse | |

Look Around You

Look around you
The world is already at an end
When the Mayans said that the world was going to end
They didn't mean a world destroyed by flare, quake, or salvation
But rather a world full of broken relation
That possibly, it wasn't a literal interpretation
But a figurative analysis of this falling nation
Are we not all the same people, the same human
But we'd rather live a life divided
A life divided by the color of our skin  
What is war but greed to keep the amount of money left for our kin
Life is no longer cherished
The earth used for our own experiments until its resources perished
Genocide, assassinations, and murder supported for a "better cause"
Who are we to judge the abominations of others when there is flaw in our own laws
We continue to redefine what is socially accepted
Making a gateway for divorce, abortion, and legal prostitution
Rather than fixing what has been so psychologically rooted into the minds of this generation
We look to cover up past mistakes with a newly corrupted translation  
Girls look for sex because of a lack of love from their fathers
Society tells boys to make use of this advantage 
Treat girls as objects rather than human beings with emotions
And we later ask ourselves
How did these boys and girls ever become such bad parents
Our government shouts democracy
But isn't that really just a cover up to keep us appeased
It's most convenient when the majority stays quiet 
Because only those in power can say that this earth's a heaven
To the majority, this earth is already a hell
The human race is so arrogant
Believing that they are the most superior in this world
That they can live without the mercy of God who should be in control
Look around you
The world is already at an end


Details | Rhyme | |

The Chiming Winter

She breathes a white mist. Her soul shivered,
Her heart now dissipates on ice.
The snow falls silent, a note unheard.
Belief falters of the Jesus Christ.
It's hot; The salty beads tease her
But her cares are frozen still.
Her naivete of life has dispersed;
In a soundless second, her hope is killed.

The colours are raw.

It is winter now where it was summer then.
Her face is dead. Covered in frost.
She cursed her flaws in heat, now winter made its descent.
The cold wind blows colder,
Her aspirations gone dead pale.
What she feared most held onto her
The ice consumes her warmth; a freezing veil.

"Jesus...why Jesus?"

The sweat is overpowering.
Between her legs dries under the sun.
She hears the melody of his belt singing.
Her scream doesn't bother...her reality cannot be undone.

"Why me Lord? Why me who never sins?"
Silence. It could have been worsened.
Praise be to Him that your life is now ruined
Instead of it stripped away and taken.

Praise be to God for He is good.


Details | Haiku | |

Gone with the wind

Many proud mountains
Worn to insignificance--
Just gone with the wind


Details | Free verse | |

A Crystal that Darkens

Winter is also celibate.  The conscience is moving,
A frozen light in a frozen eye.  It's raining much looser,
Down a ripped tree.  I couldn't have, 
I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness.
              ___

My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers;
And the nose betrays an inner child, who
Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched.
I just insisted fur was wings.
              ___

The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow;
When I think of church bells, or mother- 
That I am haunting as raw love.


Details | Haiku | |

Dandelion Bouquet

Dandelion Bouquet
                     pursed lips gently and lightly blow  
                                                                    Summer drifts away


Details | Imagism | |

I'm Always Around

I'm Always Around
by BJ Welsh

I'm not near, but I'm really not so far
If you look up I'll be the brightest star
Looking down upon God's project earth
Watching and waiting for a rebirth
When you speak I will always listen
My points will seem to shine and glisten
Giving you guidance when things seem tough
Steady now it may be rough
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

I'm here for now and always will
Never escaping, did you feel that chill?
My spirit wind brushed by your side
Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

You've given me hope and reason to breath
It's not yet time for me to leave
I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands
Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance
When we meet again someday
Be it near or far away






Details | Haiku | |

Alone Now

alone now.  swaying
shadow on the ground too crooked
for the sawmill










Details | Rhyme | |

Raindevouz

Heart is at a broadband speed, I shut my eyes and hear a cloud sneeze. It's watery tendrils hit ground loud, I open my eyes, wanna see the haze. Runs to the window to watch him paint, Colorless doodles that gently fade. There is no rain, I spot white Moon, Mocking widely at one earthy loon. I direct my hate at his familiar face, "You too meddling with my craze!" "Love has come and love has gone," he snorts, dropping his blinding light on me, "You have lost your grace and hence my praise." He waxes and wanes in my teary gaze. I flee from his sight and shut eyes tight, To wait for rain on this balmy night.


Details | Quatrain | |

ESTEFANIA WAS THE SPANISH HORSE

Estephania was the Spanish horse,
with a chestnut coat and mane   
and a lighter long tail...and she ate
alfalfa for strong teeth and bones.


She was domesticated, losing her liberty
and neighing she showed keen ability:
to spot dangers on a perilous path...
Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat.


In summertime she fed mostly on grass,
but bees stung her many times to protest,
and struggling to get them off her tail...
she hit a shrilling raven in the head.


And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing, 
Estefania licked his semi-open eyes...giving
him a little comfort as he folded his wings;
and whinnying she wept a river of tears.


Details | Rhyme | |

SHELTER YOURSELF FROM UNHAPPY THOUGHTS

Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts and an unwanted sneeze:
think of sunshine when dreary days make you shiver...
winter is well-known for the deep sadness of its bare trees
and the absence of flowers and birds that were everywhere. 


Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts,
don't a be victim of undesired frustration and loneliness,
take a long walk in the falling snow: see the fluffy snowflakes dance...
gladly accept godly gifts without bows. 


Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts
by remembering the days spent on sunny shores:
those pristine beaches where the midday sun was strong and burned...
go back there by using your fantasy when you'll be bored.


Haven't I given you many useful hints how to avoid those so-hated winter blues? 
It takes little effort to shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts and never lose!


Details | Haiku | |

The Toad

I caught a big toad
For my science practical exam
But it gave me pain!


Details | Free verse | |

A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

Dead Trees

Old and worn—
The dead branches inward die
Outwards, gnarled for life


Details | Personification | |

Winter

‘Tis winter season—
a bracing weather, foggy in its warmth.
The trees are drying, as bones,
gripping water from the winter soil.
It’s resting on an earth snow:
dancing in chilliness, dazedly.
Perchance,
it’s waiting for a poignant breath
that will give him soul.
To feel, once more, from being numb.
To warm his heart;
but the serenity and the turmoil have ended.

The dream is forgotten by the prized.
The dream is freezing the lover. 


Details | Rhyme | |

ramblings of a confused tree huger

I woke up this morning 
to hear the sounds 
of trees in mourning
I herd the sounds of saws begin
there cutting down the  trees again

these trees they hurt
are large and old
They grew from dirt
and now there sold

I wonder if they cried
when the saw blades
were applied  
I wonder if they knew
there future's   blues


Details | I do not know? | |

found by the lost

The world of ice,
in perfect white,
tainted blood,
as black as night,
the love of lost,
on end of chain,
the shoeless freak,
out in the rain,
the homeless child,
lost in fright,
sleeps by day,
runs by night,
always forward,
never back,
the heartless Psycho,
the bodies stack,
the dark and red,
on silver blade,
you now lay in,
the bed you made.


Details | Haiku | |

Sweet Love O' Mine

I bought a burger yesterday
It was very dry like the seagull bay
I pilled a lot of ketchup on it
and still dry it remained
I was very dissappointed
as i look at the dry damned thing
I ran to the toilet
and let out a HUGE
BLEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHH
As chunks of the dry burger fell out of my pie hole
Landing into the toilet
Making dookie plop noizes
I'm done


Details | Haiku | |

haiku 4

my son's first picture --
a dust-covered rocker 
by the window


Details | Couplet | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow


Details | Sonnet | |

Vast Love

The love that kisses with a tasteless tear
A pain that can’t be painted on the soul
A longing for a place without a fear
Longing for a feeling that makes me whole
Beloved, words can’t heal my tattered heart.
As thorns pass me by the pain cant compare
That of the pain of being torn apart
Even the wind howls about it I swear
Tell me was falling in love my mistake
I chose my own fate and decided to stay
I will not let this love become forsaken
Love can’t just get up and spirit away
Love is worth overcoming a mountain
My love for you flows like a vast fountain


Details | Free verse | |

Uncertainty

You’re gone for days, and
you always show up most 
unexpectedly.

Like the mushrooms 
that weren't there 
the night before—
a ring of pallid sculls, 
sleepers pushing through 
the dark moist earth.

I always wonder: 
are you toxic or 
are you a delicacy... 

Oh how I wish I knew 
the plan that is set before me,

and your intentions...


Details | Haiku | |

silhouette

evening silhouettes
the softness of trees
a lingering sunset
farewell
lovely day


Details | I do not know? | |

Le Tigre

the tiger deflowers and lays to flat
a pride and hubris you've long kept intact
perched on thin bough
         stripped cat of its meow
claws cut through bush, red earth and Muntjac

and teeth draw blood on a great Pollack canvas
dark as Bordeaux in a patterned Acanthus
a thick spray of clay
         blooming arches and folds
the verdigris breath of a desert-night cold


Details | Ballad | |

O MYSTERIOUS SEA...

O mysterious sea...as light
as the eyes of my faithful sweet-heart,
inspire the distant soul
of this poet in distraught...
whose poem is still unfinished;
give him the rhythm and flow
to embellish his heart-felt verse
with sentiment and thoughtfulness!

Beyond the rolling waves,
ships carry secret lovers
who deride and defy their fate 
and set their souls on fire...
without feeling a need in dire,
or admitting an awful mistake!

O mysterious sea...
take their ship away
to a shore where nobody will see,
and let their fornication be 
as crude as the awakening
of everyone who's not afraid of indulging;   
I will take no part or joy
in their pleasure so openly and willingly! 

Could I forget that she ever existed, or
ever loved me with trust and sweetness?
Wouldn't it be unforgivable and wrong...
to waste what was blessed by holiness?
In this era of unfaithfulness,
many choose to do harm to someone else...
thinking only of self-gratification,
breaking the vows of dedication!

O mysterious sea as deep as the love
of my changeless woman,
who contemplates every sunset and dawn
with the purity of a dove:
let no beautiful eyes deceive me,
and sadly erase the innocence of her memory!



Details | Quatrain | |

Abandoned Nest

Premature gosling, broken from the egg,
gasp for breath in primordial refuse.
Blindly search for your absent mother’s leg;
shiver until death’s caress sets you lose.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Woe Is Me

Words have no more Meaning I find myself Deadlocked In an Ethiopian Night I Could go recklessly on But with what Hope? Will I Glide on? The Only thing I can find is woe only woe, only me, woe is me Voided since the start I'm contradictory in Armenia desert Mountains are more like rusty daggers pierced in my stomach; what else is there but pain? only pain, only me, pain is me


Details | Haiku | |

RAIN IN NOVEMBER

Rain in November
strips all oak trees of their leaves
as it makes them weep


Details | Senryu | |

12-21-12

The end of the world — 
I will see you all in hell.
May I rest in peace.


Details | Tanka | |

Underneath the House

dragging feeble feet
a silent walk to death's grasp
beaten under house
the last sigh escapes her lungs
whiskers shrivel as years pass


Details | I do not know? | |

Chapters

Our lives are like stories 
Like the ones found in books
We all play our part in the plot
But you were a bit more than just a character
Babe, you were a chapter

Chapters begin and end so quickly
So fleeting, like the way we would flirt
A heart-pounding beginning with a dry, cold close

I'm saying good bye 
This is for every time I could have cried
This is for every night that you forgot I exist
But I haven't shed a tear on you and, boy, I'm not gonna try
This is for every single mean thing you say
This is me deciding not to pretend I'm looking the other way
This is something I'm doing for me
So good bye, cause no longer will I be the girl who is blind

The chapter has sealed itself shut
So sit in your room and play some mean songs about me
I don't care, I know somebody with nicer hair

As a kid you must have been the bully on the playground
I'm done being the girl you give affection to and push down 
And I'm tired of standing on the sidelines while you try to run the show
I'm gonna move on with my life 
Prove there are things you will never know
There are things that books can't tell you 
Things only the heart can understand
You don't have one of those
So, pardon me, if I don't consider you a man

The chapter has ended but I won't shed a tear
The future's too bright for me to look back to darkness










Details | Free verse | |

Lost Bird

when
the 
heart
is 
perched 
on a branch 
listening 
to some
music 
it doesn't 
want to hear 
and lets in 
that stranger 
it doesn't 
want by the door
it only wishes
for some mellow
wind 
to carry it 
to 
a better place.


Details | Alliteration | |

How Long

How long, how tough 
This world, just war 
Endless war, endless world
Words and world, all about war.

Oh, what's war in this world?
The world's war, not yet in your world?
Wait till your words reveal the war.

I wonder, will this world end its wonders?
 What an irreversible order
It's not our order!
I wonder, when will the order become a past order?
Others wonder "how will a new order be ordered?"
Yes! How long will this order make orders and not our own orders?! 



Details | Rhyme | |

Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.





Details | Free verse | |

Innocence Lost

Can innocence lost
Be ever returned
Or a heart, tainted and broken
Be cleansed, made whole once more?

Can a tree, longing for summer's warmth
Summon its leaves from cold autumn grounds
To return to naked branches
That it may feel joyful and alive again?

Can a child, disillusioned
Relive broken dream
Changing fate
To find naivety return?

Can joy be had in innocence lost
Or beauty be discovered, resting in sadness?
When birth of spring and warmth of summer pass by
Till all that remains is the still and quiet of winter
Will warmth be rekindled?


Details | Rhyme | |

Drowning

A worthy sea in which to drown,
A crowd to chase me out of town,
A compromise that makes you frown,
A solution as you push me down,

The struggle as my organs roar,
The shouting as they reach the shore,
The one somehow I still adore
That pushes me below once more,

No panic at the numbing pain,
No screaming though the crowd remain,
No point my heavy lungs to strain,
No chance of coming up again.


Details | Epic | |

Rawe of the Raven Hair

The river lay across the path
Like a never ending tale
Murmured secrets passing by
Through that dim and moonlit dale

And I stood by upon the path
Water seemed to say to me
That "Only Innocent may pass
All were once those truly free"

It seemed I saw a child there
In the river, on the shore
A beautious thing with golden hair
Eyes black as the river's core

She walked into the river then
As she touched the water's side
She did not sink, but Innocent
Walked atop the river wide

"River daughter" named I her
In that realm of unknown sounds
Bowed she then, and touched her hair
Into the river's damping crowns

As she melted to the depths
I knew to be the river base
I was distracted from her sight
By moonlight on the farther face

Across the river did I see
Silver-black was shimmering
And in the moonlight there I saw
Hair as black as raven-wing

The river of the night lay there
Know that I was lost for words
"I, Rawe of the Raven Hair"
Spoke the river, and I heard

Rawe of the Raven Hair
Gods are wont to know thee
None is there so beautious fair
I shall always love thee

The deep enchantress of the night
So the legends often say
The faerie of the darker light
Not seen ever 'neath the day

The legends tell she is the river
When the moon is on the rise
The stories say she is the moonlight
When the river all still lies

Not a sound did break that silence
Yet the river spoke to me
"Be ye innocent and pass"
Into this moonlit misery

Entranced by nothing but the night
Stepped I to the river then
And, Innocent, I walked above
Water never meant for men

The River-Child I'd seen before
Brought me to my innocence
And not a thought within me lay
But the thought of infant bliss

So cross did I, and as I did
Water still beneath my lay
The moonlight shone upon the bank
Rawe on the bank did stay

Perplexed, she looked, and spoke she then
"How crossed thee o'er the river's shore?
Innocence unmeant for men
Resides within thee: in thy core."

"How canst thou cross the river Styx
Unknown to Charon, undead and live?"
Said I to her "Ah, I am dead:
Dead to reality's soft lies"

"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Beauty not in life, in Death
None is there so beautious fair
Truth lies in thy breath"

"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Life is wont to know thee
All death's freedom, no life's care
Won't you come with me?"

In that realm of soft delusions
Truth was still her words inside
"Though in Death life can be free,
Life of Death is suicide."


Details | Free verse | |

The Ivory-BIlled Woodpeckers Sing,

"If only, if only," the woodpeckers sigh,
"The stars in the heavens would light up the sky.

"If I could just bring
the mountains down low,
Those landforms up high,
Where my trees would grow.

"The drums, cease to roll,
The armor, to rust!
Their hatred to flowers,
Their swords into dust.

"If only, if only," the woodpeckers cry,
"Our homes had a place way up in the sky.

"But now that we've gone,
We're extinct, put away,
We all rest in peace,
And now you must pay."


Details | Rubaiyat | |

For the Love of Winter

And I can smell the windswept pine
Warmly holding hands, yours in mine
We move against the coming night
Our aching bodies drawing the line

Through the snow we lightly play
Laughing madly, in love we stay
Back to our cabin of logs and love
As the sun dwindles to a single ray

Bathed in firelight, glistened in sweat
We roll and writhe and love and yet
We two stripped and licked by flame
Fuelled by amore and desirous inset

These presents we give each our hearts
Bound together we lay upon fiery hearth
As winters coat enwraps this self bounty
We shall never be alone or torn apart


Details | Haiku | |

A Night Without Stars

rain clouds linger on a night without stars -- a candle snuffed out


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Confetti of Flesh

 
Would I rather go too slow,

Damp breath feeding the soil, 

worms to grow, an

old mans toil.

 

For me the answer is clear;

Though not today and I hope not here – 

To explode with love and feelings gold – 

Not too young and not too old

Wise enough to see my growth

But not old enough to have outgrown 

My sprit, 

Fun,

this place called home

That’s how to die

 

A confetti of flesh ruptures the Sky.

Feeding the air, water and earth.

Why you ask do I care how I die –

My love, that is the whole reason -

We’re here

to ask why.


Details | Lyric | |

September

Sometimes,
in the end of September
when leaves are crying
in the wild wind,
lonely on shore
I remember you.

Life has many ways
and there is nothing to say.

Running on sand
early in the morning
I am only waiting
The sunrise.

Another day will comes
and I know
that I will love you
forever…


Details | Free verse | |

GROWING UP

On the empty floors I am watching the nights roll
flowing in other nights.
Nature's mirror has come to give birth and to destroy
the typhoons are embracing me, an unstoppable power
in my two arms.
Between logic and the holy the notions are lost
I am turning blue inside the sky's blue.
And I return again and again to repay the same sin
upon which my own blood has dropped
and with blood I try for centuries to pay.
My form is drawing circles
-what is your name?-my name is Human.
Can this mortality embrace the darkness?
Can my bare hands hold within them the air?
I was born for the renaissance of colours,
I threw green and yellow at the edge of the horizon,
I painted red the lost dreams of history
and I placed white on all the spots of the sky.
I was born to destroy and I dig pits everyday,
I bury inside them living truths and I cover them with shovel and water.
Be quiet! The seasons are sleeping...
With small knives I carve the corners of the world
until I find the bone to puncture it, deeper and deeper.
Our fears are breaks of the Universe
they are transfered from planet to planet,
they change orbit, while cleaving the clouds.
''Learn how to walk, learn how to talk, learn how to kiss, learn how to leave, learn how to love, learn how to kill"...
Hollow bodies at the mountains top are burning with the flames of redemption.
They carry the same rock everyday, everynight until they reach the end,
the end that doesn't exist.
They fill the glasses with water, the glasses that dont have bottom.
Don't ask me to change the world, you only gave me soil but you have forgotten the water
and with hands dry and dirty I collect time to repay you
for your graces, because there is light and there is darkness, because I stop in front of red and I walk in front of green.
But you don't know, you don't, that I find strenght everyday, since I opened my eyes,
I am preparing in silence and I am clentcing my teeth
because the time will come, when I will throw a big punch at this carton world,
I will tear it up in half and I will see what lies behind,
behind the lie.
Shaken off from my dirty morality
I will touch the sacred redemption
I will wake up from the dream,
I will embrace at last, for the first time, reality.


Details | Haiku | |

Four Snowflakes

Four Snowflakes
 
One little snowflake    
hits the river so gently    
then gone forever.
 
One lonely snowflake
descends into the river
nevermore to roam.
 
One cold white snowflake
comes flying in the windstorm
adding to the load.
 
The last snowflake falls    
making chills that last too long    
settling on his grave.

6/03/14


Details | Lyric | |

Halloween's Song

Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed
With all your best friends from back in the day
Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks
I'm on the front line of battle
Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle
puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples
crack in Lauren's snapple
Staddle Liz like mclovin
But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass
Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle
Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles
Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle
Its abominable, so unbelievable
But its inevitable, the end is kissable
I have rattled these kids psyches 
squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery 
hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets
as the  creepy bells of the chapel ring


I remain a mystery
You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to
Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room
Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom
Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms
Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too
You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you
Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe
And As you look the other way,
I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck
Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next
Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy  rex 
with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch
Hang him from bunny man bridge
Yo dude turn the lights on
But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script
Its bewitched with no miss to kiss
Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit

So the town clock strikes half past 3
There's one last gas before i must sleep
Or i will crash fast if the light touches me
Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream 
I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks
Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens
As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe
Run up on you  with nine a knife, and the head of your wife
Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive
To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear
Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears
And as you look up in the mirror
I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair
as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then
Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor
But I hear a knock on the door
Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy,  just got a cold sore"


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Sunlight

Sunlight 
shining brightly
down on mourner’s faces
brings tearsdrops under dark glasses
too soon


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Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


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Promises

Here at the path's divide,
I hear you speak of our collision,
The clashing of nebula's,
Birth of the stars,
Bright lights of colors wide
And shining behemoths of new sight,
The parting of such things,
Brought about by the cycles of gravity,
Our collision becomes division,
Pulled into place,
Falling our ways,
Drifting through the void
Undefined regions towards
The better parts of space,
The mass and matter clusters,
They pull heavily on our way,
And away we are pulled,
Endlessly in our separate directions,
No east or west, no up or down,
But those stars will never forget,
Even as they swell into red,
Bloat and grow, expand until bound,
Eventually explode,
Sharing their life and projecting,
New materials into new non-sentient
Living memories, the important part of existence,
Our meaning and promise was made,
That if ever our airless sky was to grow dark,
We would float on and find,
A way to collide once more,
So the stars would relight,
That we may find beauty in that night.


Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






Details | Tetractys | |

My Mood

Rain. My mood suits this gray that hangs outside and that pours, like tears, down my window pane.


Details | Lyric | |

Darkness Evaporated

Up
  Up
    Up

Blue forever
Precipitation flying
  Soaking up the Earth’s hate -
Till bursting

Her tears drench the earth
And feed her helpless

      Down
    Down
Down

Into His tormented soil
Filled with vermin
  Destroying every breath -
Till Bursting. 

 His Hate rises…


Details | Rhyme | |

You Question My Heart

You question my heart
And curse my soul,
Adding bullshit to bullshit
With a mouth so bold.
Many have problems
but ours are too cold,
And if it doesn’t change now
It’ll be till we`re old.

You question my heart
And call my love my lies,
We both hurting and we’re yelling
And refuse to sympathize.
Minds colliding, crashing, in twine,
I’m sitting right in front of you
But you say I’m hard to find.

You question my heart
Cause you forgot my love,
And you a stranger to me
In the place of my beloved.


Details | Narrative | |

Grizzly

Three truant scholars spending our sabbaticals
in crisp Colorado, we all re-read Walden,
dared to drink from streams so icy clear
the fish seemed suspended in mid-air.
Our flimsy nylon shelters shielded us
from what weather there was to worry on,
as summer slipped to autumn
and autumn waned winterward.

We walked well-wooded hillsides
of mixed conifers and broadleaf;
in deep drafts we breathed the earthy air,
interpreting the dent and trace of tracks.
Four full years past we trekked those trails
through stands of timber frequented by fox,
by birds, by deer -- and by growling grizzlies.

Now, when my son hugs his honey bear,
red-jacketed, black-button eyed,
I see the hellish maw, the blooded claw,
of the brownish-yellow raging beast
that tore off my arm and maimed two sages,
amid the yellow quaking aspen
where, yet, that gory grizzly ages.


Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye

Comforting words
Smooth, quiet tones
Reassurance 
complete confidence 

Long nights spent reasoning
In total understanding
Twin thoughts 
twin minds
twin miseries
and twin fates

Now it’s so quiet
Too quiet
Complete and utter silence....
Oh my God, 
What happened to the good old days
When we both made sense?!

Lost in blurry dreams of childhood
Colorful, wonderful, windy days
Subconscious cradled memories 
of the times when we 
were eachother’s only friends

Only you, 
	the sky
		the earth
			and me...


				No betrayal

			No lies
		No fire

	No hate

No regrets.

I think I can understand 
why you won’t face me
But your sudden silence
is so confusing

Did you ever know me well enough
to know my affection for ultimate honesty?
If you wanted me to go away
why didn’t you just say something? 

Only this emptiness is left
Inconsolable grief...
For what never again can be 

No warning
No parting words
No ceremony

You went and had the funeral 
for our friendship
but did not invite me

From the start
I thought these ways would always be
But in the end,
All I wanted, my friend 
was to say 
goodbye.

I can’t trust anyone
anymore
anyway

All alone again
shame on me


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 2-

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy 

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun

I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies  
Our journey has just begun   

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment    
When will peace scrub off my fear?

I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…

You’ll never see 
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…

When will you be set free?


Details | Haiku | |

A Petal

Flourishing life lives
Colorful and creative
Burned away and lost


Details | Lyric | |

Amazing Grace Wash Over Me

A prayer for those who are in dispair along the Gulf Coast due to the BP Deepwater Horizon 
oil rig explosion. A prayer for those who waited and their loved ones did not return, Amazing 
Grace Wash Over Thee.



Amazing grace wash over me.
My tears are a river to the sea.
Lord above, we know you know,
the oil that is washing upon our coast.
Amazing grace wash over me,
and lift my soul up to Thee.
Lord above, hear my prayer,
for those who are in dispair.
Amazing grace wash over me.
I lift my hands to God you see.
My prayer for those who were hurt,
and those who will never return to earth.
Amazing grace wash over thee,
families were left in disbelief.
Empty hands, their loved ones gone,
Lord Jesus, guide them safely Home.
Amazing grace wash over me, 
the oil is filling up the sea, 
from Louisiana to Mississippi.
Animals are dying,
and people are crying.
Amazing grace wash over me.





Details | Haiku | |

Weeping Willows

Wallowing flowers
Wading in placid waters
Pendants of sorrow


Details | Cinquain | |

Pink Gloam

pink gloam a reflection of sunsets long ago mirroring my longing of days gone by


Details | Verse | |

Never Fading

Never fading Upon a hill are words written Never fading Within tangled vines, the weeping Within this still place, I listen To birds singing and things hidden Never fading Rondelet Contest December 9, 2012


Details | Haiku | |

Reflection

Somber, forgotten:

Young taunting winds encircle

Lone-standing cactus.


Details | Free verse | |

A Rose in the Desert

A single, red rose
ruby colored rose that shines in the twilight
and reflects my love over years of single
and tragic heartbreaks.
A single, red rose sits in a beautiful and calming oasis
sitting there giving me hope for love to come around
and knock upon my weak and weary door.
A rose in the dry and hot desert grows tall and blooms
with beauty and such glory
that it could make a grown man weep, if it wanted too.


Details | Ballad | |

Stranded

Sitting in the dark,
Waiting for a spark.
Alone lost on an island,
No one, no familiar hand.
Sorrow sinking in,
Watching the storm begin.
Alone far away
For far longer than a day.

Sitting on the sand,
Observing sea and land.
Alone near the ocean,
Rain the only potion.
Gazing at the moon,
Hoping night may pass soon.
Alone in a place so far,
Home feeling as distant as a star.


Details | Rhyme | |

Between the Trees in the Dark Forest...

Between the trees in the dark forest,
Called a voice filled with fear,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
Everything was dark, and nothing was clear,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
Flowers cried immortal tears,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
Frightened whispers, that's all you can hear,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
Torment is all you see,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
You can still find some mercy....


Details | I do not know? | |

The Mascot Of Gregorian Spring

All children gather,
'pon Eostre
...and it's Gregorian majesty incarnate
to view the remnants of the mighty hare.

To view the symbol of the modern spring;
...(and it's victorious savior).

A savior, whose torn scraps
still linger 'pon the tractor's wheel
...and the "dozers come to take his home.

The children see their spring become a graveyard
...and the majesty of spring, shattered;
an innocence revoked,
and yet more land unjustly taken;

...from the mascot of Gregorian spring.


Details | Free verse | |

Wound of the Wind

As the wind breezes the clear sea,
Clouds above the sky wandering softly,
Came the flowers flaming from flea,
Whom the air flew the nature's thee.

Oh, leaves through the wild forest,
Let down the spirit and preserve the best,
For the element protrudes nothing but quest,
Among the trees dancing from east to west.

The whispering wind like a sweet melody,
Moved by the song of the rhythm of beauty,
The nature, nothing yet shuttered all but serenity,
Knowing the femininity, being a vanguard of humanity.

Though years murmured the people's habitude,
Sky have become ebony, forbidden against pulchritude,
People becomes Lucifer, rushing, falling in own hands,
As Earth swallowed the mortal darkness behind us.

For why the lonely trees dancing before fell down,
And why the flowers that bloom before felt drowned,
Where is it? Why do this happen?
Oh, please tell me, why the air feel this then?


Details | I do not know? | |

Come First Midnight To Bury The Dead

Wander through the trench of bodies,
torch held high, the volley's prose.

Overhead the sun still shown,
heat and radon, Oh';
the bliss alight,
the corpses mount come first midnight.

Thus we take the bodies,
the mountainous trench of bodies,
we take them down from whence they fell
and bury their stories for some to tell.

The laborious task to cleanse the streets,
for come midday the feat repeats;
and come midnight again;
we grab our shovels and bury the dead.


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Author notes: As the sun intensifies and summer brings it's heat to bare,  I think of the
people without shelter or roof, or shade to hide by.  Having to sustain heat stroke by the
minute, all to satisfy the cavalier apathy of those unwilling and incapable of being
bothered by the suffering of others.


Details | Senryu | |

Wilting

I am nothing more
Than a simple blade of grass -- 
Walked on and wilting.


Details | Haiku | |

The mom kingfisher

A mom kingfisher
Tried to catch a fish from pond
But dropped it at last!


Details | Free verse | |

The Fall

Rushing through the forest,
Scratching vines tearing at our all overs,
Tangled up in glorious torment, together
Tiny clearing for a spell,

It's all very well, but what about
The journey back? Suddenly lost and
Fearful, you stumble ahead whilst
I am caught breathless in the brambles,

You trip, foot catches hold of
A stray bramble branch, but
Instead of stepping carefully out,
You kick desperately, I feel a tug,

Twisting, trying to shake it free,
I scream, your panic piercing me,
Frantically you thrash about, the
Sharpest part tightens round my heart

Too deep, no tears, last shaking
Jolts as you break free, and run as
Fast as I am bound, dismantled forest strewn around,
Thorns snap off, embedded in my all,
As lone and foolishly I fall.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

When Alone

When skies are bluer than ever before
and clouds disappear from sight
I am alive
When thunderstorms flash white
and the rains come
I am alone
When daffodils burst forth from the snow
and crocus peep through
I am alive
When winter cold and trees barren
and leaves lie on frozen floor
I am alone
I want to face life's storms
with friends who hold my hand
and family who clearly states,
"You are not alone"
Then, I will live.


Details | Free verse | |

Hot Oil In China

We have hot oil in China,
  Rising slowly from the ground
  There is a deep dense fog hovering round

The air is smokey, so dense it seems green
  The sun so hot it's making everyone lean
  Curfews so early all think it's obscene

And the hot oil keeps rising, if you know what I mean
  Hot oil keeps rising, it doesn't go down
  It's been well over a month since it covered the ground

Machinery moves carelessly all through the night
  I bothers us so much we boarded up the windows tight
  I bought ear plugs but I gave them to my brother Mike

Bells keep bleeping on and off go the lights
  So another pair of ear plugs I bought
  School won't let me wear them, saying I'll rot

So I decided to grow my hair long 
  Hide my ear plugs under it all day long

But when I go home at night 
  And I cover up really tight
  And I pray because theres nothing else we can do
  Oh hear me Lord, don't let my mother find the ear plugs in my shoe


Details | Haiku | |

Barren Scene Seen

Barren branches show Invisible camouflage Leafless season seen .


Details | Haiku | |

Yesterday and Today

fir limbs droop
heavy with yesterdays rain
frosted with today's snow


Details | Haiku | |

Midnight

The lamp light illuminates My messy bedroom And brings me joy to my heart The lamp light turns off quickly The mellow midnight Has revealed its pure beauty The door opens and welcomes The priceless sunrise And inspires me to write poems The morning greets me again The lovely stars dim I miss the midnight wonders!


Details | Rhyme | |

Why

Here we go again, you yelling and my head doin spins.
Now both so loud…both tryin to win.
A battle not ment to be, between two who have something so unique;
Now hot biting lips and at times can’t speak.
B_tch is a word I try not to say, I know it burns but what else can I say
You choppin at me like a tree, molding me like clay.
Into who you see in front of you,
Doing stupid things I wouldn’t think to do.
But you know what “f__k this” “I can’t take it no more”
How strong can a man be, when he like nailed to the floor.
And you can take it how you wanna
Cuz that’s where we at right now,
Cuz don’t forget what you throwing
Also hitting like kapow!!!
When all I wanted to do…was just lay down.
So could you please just stop and think of this
You and I in this frantic twist.
All I want is my baby’s kiss.
Brainstorm…and imagine me,
Think of my eyes and what they see.
Something not working that used to be.


Details | Lyric | |

The Air

Sweet scents Fill my empty lungs I can hardly relent From singing the unsung Is as before These places I adore But the breath will be my death If my heart keeps racing And I keep embracing The sweet spring air The air I breathe now Is the air we shared then How Can I get back what's already been? Words trace down my throat Bittersweet after taste Gently afloat But becoming a waste It is the same here It is the same there But the sun is not here And the wind is not there Only clear blue tears And the silent dare The air I breathe now Is the air we shared then But please how Can I get back what's already been?


Details | Imagism | |

Standing Close to Heaven

In the pristine valley, the slope rose suddenly.
As the sun slowly showed 
over tree topped rim,
the mists whirled slowly upward.
A lazy whirling dervish,
the sign of temperature change.
The trees would soon cast their brilliance
onto the forest floor, there seeking a 
final resting place.
On the outcrop stood 
a most magnificent creature.
The sixteen point buck did not know 
the meaning of fear.  
He had never seen man.
He had never been outside of his valley.
He had never crossed path with bear or puma.
The family was now a herd of ten.
Standing with head held high
he surveyed the natural formations holding
him in and discouraging visitors;
the beautiful waterfall, the lush grasses.
Columbine, blueberry abundantly flourished.
His white crested chest now shining in the sunlight.
Suddenly he faltered to one knee as a small
trickle of red emerged from the white.
The last thing he heard was a sharp “Crack”
and all went black. 

© Sept 18 Charles Henderson 
Inspired by the poem: In a Patch of Heaven by Constance a Rambling Poet  
For Rambling's "I'm sending you a gift of poetry, Dear Heart" contest


Details | Quatrain | |

Living with Mother Nature's Bruise

We turned to each other when we heard on the news
Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise
She worked on an island now swamped with wrath
To her we now travel to retrace her last path

To go there blind never knowing if she breathes
Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve
Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart
Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart

To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full
Thinking back to her young years, learning in school
This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean
Our minds picture, her love to live notions

We step of the plane into a world far from home
Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam
To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name
Is this where we find her, with no one to blame

We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home
Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed
We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving
Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing

Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost
Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust
Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve
Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please

Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears
A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears
Lady lady, please please, come with me please
To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease

To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher
As she is led away by the hospital preacher
We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death
The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft

The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying
Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying
Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run
In broken English, is she the one, is she the one

The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens
Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping
Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul
The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole

Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears
Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears
Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived
As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved

Words we will remember until the day we are gone
That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one


Details | Rhyme | |

Acid Dawn


Let us rest our heads upon the pillow of denial, turn twilight in the last clear reflection of the silent moon. Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, lest we be; 
...swimming in an acid dawn.

The corpse of shellings, scales a strewn, where once transparent was so blue,
this morning features scarlet hue, as skin is shredded in the burning morn. 
Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, 
lest we be;
...swimming in an acid dawn.

...And come mid sun up, we shall bathe; 
within sulfuric, petrol waves and drink our lemon juice until we choke. 
Till our teeth rot and our tears evoke, the pandora’s box which we awoke. 

An orange bright, our arid plight, and we the specks of dust behind;
lurching a dehydrated, evaporated existence. Famine on our minds.
Walking footsteps which no longer walk, dreaming of the past to escape the future as the present seeps our blood and marrow, the desert sun, a piercing arrow, stabbing at our hearts.

We hobble, oh we hobble and we hobble through the wasted years, through bones and makeshift graves, we’ll hobble into the final age;
where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards,
lest we be;
...swimming in an acid dawn.

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It is estimated that within the next decade or two that the ocean will become so acidic as to dissolve the shells of mollusks and shellfish.  This in addition to the already dwindling supply of precious fresh water which we must share with our animal friends.  A supply by the way that we contaminate regularly, a supply that simply cannot be renewed. 

Desalination was looked upon as the next great solution to water shortage despite it's expense. However considering how the oceans are becoming increasingly polluted due to oil spill after oil spill and Fukushima's constant radioactive leaks, in addition to the acidification of the ocean itself, it appears that we will have no viable water to look forward to in the future. 

This is life.  Forget profit, it doesn't exist.  Nature has no concept of wealth, only of survival. If we all die, everything that we've accomplished will be forgotten, nature has no use for it. Currency will return to being simply paper and stone, and nothing else.

We need to stop thinking about ourselves and think of our children and all the other species that live upon the earth.


Details | Verse | |

Love Trashed In A Country Village

Pelted forth, hanging strings of moorland curtains,
  Endless rains, tart and stinging nettles,
Drive the icy pitons, needles of frozen spite,
  Through the scalp into the mind where it unsettles.

God, I hate this land, this patch of grub and blight,
  And lachrymose faces, grimaced at their bitter sups
From cloudy glasses, smeared with last nights lipstick,
  The dying dreams of women drown men in their cups.

Ah, but when the heather was young and moisture slick,
  She lay with risen hems in gorse and bracken,
Below her lower belly rose the urgent scent
  From the penetrative flesh so soon to slacken.

Thrown upon the graceless moors of cold descent,
  Whatever garments I once held for her in moistened pockets,
Oh, if I am not to see her again, I might as bloody well
  Tear my very eyes out from their sockets.


Details | Verse | |

Nature Speaks

As salty tears flow in sad waves Arms hang like branches blown Reach weeping into foggy thoughts Of starlight dreams I've known. Birds chirp a dirge in memory Outside my window's dawn. A new day heralds sorrow Alas, my love has flown. Deep in my heart, a flower wilts It speaks of love's demise Waif flora keeps a painful watch ~ by nature's rules 'twill die. Sweet sun shine hope upon this soul Clouds spare your shadow's cast Rain go away another day I need Nature's sweet fruits to last. Place flowers on my window sill, That speak of rainbow's hues. Heaven sing hymns of strength and love and send courage to start anew.
Entry into the contest sponsored by HGarvey Daniel Esquire Contest Name If I had a Broken Heart


Details | Lyric | |

MYSTIC PARABLE

Stories dared not whispered, legend of great thinker. 
Artificially created Atlantis, maze search for law-giver. 

Hushed lips speak no evil, silly little monkey cliche. 
Privy ancient knowledge, not clear as light and day. 

So-called peace-loving demigods, closely followed in trace. 
Sexually crazed fools, copying angels fallen from grace. 

Pillars of Hercules within island, dynasty king frenzy awoke. 
Powerful and remarkable, ready to enslave at single stroke. 

Originally thought to be noble, conspicuous reveal greed. 
In route to world domination, struck down by Specialbreed. 

Later time earthquakes and floods, extraordinary violence. 
Single dreadful day and night, massive lost of innocence. 

Intervening super mighty one, so-called wrathful Zeus. 
Manipulation of elements, water and lightning bolts let loose. 

Grand golden wall palace, swept aside sea and sunk below. 
Ironical measured payment, for employment of ruthless blow. 

Swiming through labyrinth of wisdom, vie of the celest'. 
Chancing risk of schism, mighty sequential vignette. 

Perplexed pattern in hide, bloody seal of truth. 
Illuminati repelled, for a time real minoot. 

Message of twisted tongue, langual contrivance. 
Masters' visions swoon, in journey through euphoric trance. 

Loud whisper switch, silence left in wake. 
Souls of denizens burned, in fiery scourching shake. 

Prominent eclectic short order, alien wishbone act. 
Convert of non-belief, fierce zealots' minds impact. 

Lucid broken water reflection, visible-eye agleam. 
Blind finding quarry, standing like obelisk beam. 

Instinctive overriding, a slip into lucidity. 
Telepathic mind connection, recede to infinity. 

Exponential theory, base of schematics. 
Common like maybe, superpower military tactics. 

Voice of bleeding knowledge, fade to obscurity. 
Mystic in strange land, fault found in masters of intricacy. 

Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase. 
Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!


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Shores of Malta

Rhythmic swaying of peaceful waves
Tides align with the influential moon,
Lapping gently on wave-beaten shores
Of frothy seaweed and golden limestone.
Dazzling, too-blue-to-believe waters
Mirrored in the bright afternoon,
Eroded shores ancient with history
Keeping its secrets of thousands of mysteries.
Within honeyed walls that echo through time
Are whispers of old that try to be heard by modern age man,
Who is so out of tune and his instincts low,
Not keyed to the earth.
Age-worn battles of power abide
Never realising that they’re against the tide,
For the Earth surely in its finest hour, will win its opponent in war,
And seal them in through Earth’s activity.
A very good and fitting cemetery.


Details | Haiku | |

HAIKU

In the distance saws
Assault morning's quietness.
Tears fall like the trees.


Details | Haiku | |

Brown Leaves

Atop fallen leaves,
Compiled from the trees of yore:
A yellow leaf cries.


Details | I do not know? | |

Emotional Tide

The sky is clouded over with the imminent rain
The world is dissolving as the water is pain
My soul is rebuilt, but it washes away
The emotional tide blotting out the new day

How many times must I lose my soul?
How many times must I lose control?
How many times will death take its toll?
How many times must I not be whole?

Tidal wave of loneliness crashes on my shore
Sandcastles imagined once are gone forever more
Looking for the answer where the books have all been burnt
Relapse into nothingness, the one thing left that hurts

How many times must I lose my soul?
How many times must I lose control?
How many times will death take its toll?
How many times? Will I never be whole?

Silver light shines down upon the blank and moonlit beach
Ashes of my soul are almost left within my reach
Pressure of emotion crushing down upon my life
Diamonds come from burning ruin. Diamonds come from strife.

How many times have I lost my soul?
How many times did I lose control?
How many times did death take its toll?
How many times?
How many times?
How many times have I almost been whole?


Details | Free verse | |

I Know The Itch That Can't Be Scratched

I know the itch that can't be scratched
The world is growing way too fast.
We all are at battle with peace of mind
Alas, it's the itch that can't be scratched.

I know the itch that can't be scratched
These wars are growing hard, and fast.
Soon the world will be one dead blob of mass-
Alas! It's the itch that can't be scratched.


Details | Lyric | |

Black

Pitter-patter rain drops fall on me,
I hear a  cute little bird chirp on the tree,
The winds pass by and they ruffle my hair,
I enjoy all this seated on my chair.

Is the sky blue or angry and dark?
Will the clouds fight and cause a spark?
Are the children out with paper boats?
Monsoon is here , the weather denotes.

Lush green is grass everywhere,
Children run and raincoats they wear,
I can feel and enjoy this lovely feeling,
Treasures of nature,I feeling like stealing.

How I wish I could see,
Alas! "Blind" is the word for me,
Colourfull world it must be I guess,
But Oh! Black is the only colour with which I am blessed.


Details | Haiku | |

melting

melting snow
warming after the storm
the ugliness of dirt returns


Details | I do not know? | |

The Delicacy

The fields have been swept clean
Round hay bales decorate the corners
Dry straw looking grass going dormant
Hawks search hoping for field mouse delicacy


Details | Lyric | |

Let Your Rains Fall Down

let your rains 
fall down
let your rains fall
let your tears run to the ocean
hold none of them tight within
let the earth send them far away
send them far away
far, far away
far away from here


© Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
(November 10, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)


Details | Free verse | |

In The Valley Of The Mountains

I step into the new day.

Standing, 
in the valley of the mountains,
The red dawn predicts change.

Inside, a cloak of darkness hangs.

Daniel sits,
confused,
in his brown reclining chair.

Birds cut low through the morning sky.

Knowingly,
Earth follows the Laws of Nature,
rain will soon fall.

Lingering,
he grapples with mortality,
as death's cloak falls over him.

The storm breaks hard.

I cry,
in the valley of the mountains,
where the dawn predicts change.


Details | Kimo | |

Broken Electric

Electricity arcs up to the sky
Cracks off my head forcefully
Left imprint in my brain

She left me broken all at once one day
I slammed my head in a door
Wished I was dead, the pain

Russell Sivey


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Addicted

My life has dumps and learning experience
and pain but 
I had grown to understand that 
                             this is not the end
I feel that I answer a question 
that's been bothing me for so
                                     long
now my life is smooth 
and almost all
right
now I have 
to heal this 
feeling that

spreads poison inside
bring back that power
 
and marvelous feelings 
that I once had for
                    me love stills a beautiful thing
its not hormlous its lovelous with addiction still
at harmful recovery 

body so a mude to the actions you
serve 

my thinking is you
and my body craved for
you my lips less tasteful
my heart is fighting every man that come close
 to the heart I shared with you
bring back you give me back what I need and thats 
you that keep my soul, world and life alive


Details | Rhyme | |

Natures Defensive Ryhme

Limping towards the hall,
why cant you see its falling down the hole?
O you need to know,
know that there is nothing to know.,

Only you and your delusional thoughts,
think this, thought that,
what is going to happen to the rat?,
what rat?.

You the rat who is polluting all what was given as a gift,
more you want, less you give,
less you get,
cant you see you are drowning in your own growls.,

Growls being produced from your nasty vowels,
vows of torture,
vows of destruction.,

O you puny silly human,
cant you see you are polluting your own family tree?
lost in filth you are,
filth coming out of your nasty mouth,
slime infecting natures rhyme,
thus Nature sweeping you away with the might of its rite.,

How dare you go against natures eyes?
cant you see we are the context of within its eyes?
O how soulless you are,
You cant even recognize that you have wrecked your own tree!.



Details | Free verse | |

Spring Song

The ides of March have gone and come.
Still, strains of vernal music sound
dumb echoes, in my ears, of early times,
of other years: an orchestral swell
of oboe, flute, and violin.
A feel of warming wind,
the scents of orange blossom,
daisy, buttercup, and clover:
are those days over?

My recent times are flavored
with metallic clank, with oily odor --
eyes fatigued by newsprint
and small-screen glare.
And music: the blare
of claxon-horn and siren-wail;
noise which issues from a box
borne on shoulders through the street;
an empty, but compelling, quite insistent
loudly pulsing beat.

I welcome all new, though slight, intrusions.
Pale sensory perceptions bring back images,
now faint, once acute, of places, times,
and pleasures past.
Faded sights and faces
and shadowy, unquantifiable pursuits
evoke a time when love, like freedom,
didn't cost a dime.


Details | Rhyme | |

Ever In the Arms of Rain

I walk outside, under the darkening sky,
and contemplate this tumultuous past.
This rain has seen all that I have, all that's gone by,
witnessed me rise, watched me fall, and all so fast.

Rain has seen me on my feet, alone but unworried,
dancing to the beat of my own peculiar drum.
It has watched my first true kiss, perfect and unhurried,
the magic in its cadence causing our hearts' strings to strum.

There I stood, wind rushing down on our embrace;
basking in love's domain.

Rain has seen me in the air, up crying in my tree,
aghast at a love's loss, at what fate from me stole.
The cold turned it to frost, that then drifted onto me,
the solemnity of that moment forever etched on my soul.

There I sat, rain's partner snow caressing my face;
learning the truth of pain.

Rain has seen me on my knees, cast down and afraid,
of a life spent without purpose, a future alone.
It has watched me wander, from my path had I strayed,
the lyrical music following me into the unknown.

There I knelt, mist reminding me of absent grace;
struggling to survive the strain.

Rain has seen me in motion, walking off my history,
thinking of myself, of what lies ahead, not behind.
It and the darkness revealed some of the mystery,
of what, if I keep looking, in my future could I find.

There I walked, the moon my guardian, striding apace;
beginning to end a broken heart's reign.

Rain is watching me on my feet, once more,
ascending from the depths to which I fell.
It is watching me be convinced to no longer ignore,
my friend, the woman who had me under a spell.

Here I stand, yet weak but giving chase;
prevailing –
ever in the arms of rain.


Details | Free verse | |

Barnacles on Bones

  Sirens call
       And tempests toss
      
        The Dutchman asks his due.

 Scythed by moonlight
        the dark crystal sea beckons
 To the romantic, the foolhardy
          The adventurous and unwise.
 
   The sea is a wicked lover
 Every seven years
           You’ll threaten her yoke
                   Tempted by the land
            

   But Lorelei will not be idle.
   Your song she will yet sing

sinewy seaweed snakes
round your limbs
pulling you

Under
Under
Under
 
As bubbles like drowned pearls
Leave your lips like a kiss


Details | Free verse | |

Life as it was

Kids admire butterflies
in history magazines and science
journals, wondering where they
vanished to. The price of a honey
jar is equated to that of an emerald;
life is not as it was then….. 

By: Teddy Kimathi

Published in: Literature Today Journal, Issue #1

(The first issue of this poem was themed on man's relationship with the environment.
My piece shows how life might be in the future, if we don't take care of our environment. Our actions today, will determine how the future will be, for our future generation.....)


Details | Ode | |

To a Mermaid

At the end of the day
All your tears fade away;
All the stars come to rest,
The horizon now crest.

At the sea, the tide fades
As the sum of these days
Takes its toll on the ground,
Ripped and torn, tattered down.

And I'm here, by your side,
Torn away by the tide,
Trying still not to drown,
Not to fade in the sound of the sea.

But I see you, your eyes
Are the tide of the sea.
As they ebb, so they rise.
Still, they wash into me.

I can cry now no more.
Struck yet speechless, I cease.
In your eye, the tides roar;
I have found my release.

Lost in beauty, in that sea,
Lost in time, I'm lost to me.
Your face has aspect, fearful symmetry.
I find I'm lost for words. I cease to breathe.

And as the tide now tears me down,
It matters not.
My soul has found its rest within these ceaseless tides
That once contained my empty cries.

Captivated by your lips,
My breath is water.
'Neath the whips and scorns of time,
I find my peace.
My soul, content, has found release.

Lost in my emotion,
I found what I could be.
Drowned within that ocean,
My soul's absolved to me.

So have I drowned inside the sea,
Inside your tears, inside of me.
I know now what it is to be
Free.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Rose's lover

Once upon a time, far upon a distant land,
Was a field so beautiful, it would take your breath away.
For, for acres and acres out tulips fanned.
A beautiful reflection of the sun's bright yellow.
 
But in the midst of the baskets of the sun,
A tiny red bud popped its head,
It grew unnoticed, seen by none.
But as she blossomed, things started to turn around.
 
For among the yellow tulips, the rose was a novelty,
A sight that every passer-by would stop to acknowledge,
To appreciate the possibility, the rose's color, her beauty.
And the tulips' monotonous color only enhanced hers.
 
But even as she was constantly valued and admired,
Even as the whole world seemed to love her,
The only thing that her heart truly desired,
Was the soft caress of the dew drops from heaven.
 
Because you see, under the tulips so towering,
The little rose only had a small window to the skies.
She only watched as the tulips danced in the rain glowing.
Her heart ached for when a tiny drop would fall upon her too.
 
Among her many admirers, one started to visit frequently,
A young man, lean and handsome was enchanted by her.
He would gaze at her and at times stroke her gently,
For he was enraptured by her beauty and fragility.
 
He would sing songs, write poems about her,
And soon the tulips cleared a path for him,
From the edge of the field to his pearl.
But soon the rose was nearing her end.
 
She knew it and despaired, for she never lived her dream,
Even as she revelled in her admirer's love and affection,
She would never get that chance, it did seem,
For she was losing her petals one by one.
 
The last day arrived and she held onto her last.
He was there by her side looking melancholy,
Remembering her vibrant days, visualising the contrast.
Afraid to touch her, he sat by her side.
 
He couldn't help it as a tear slipped out,
But the little drop landed straight on her only petal,
Her heart lifted and her soul soared, for she had no doubt,
That the dew hugging her was more special than any from the sky.
 
In that fleeting moment she felt truly at peace,
She had realized the true meaning of love,
And so the last petal she did release,
To move onto her eternal ever after.
 
- Miliya Parveen


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


Details | Haiku | |

Night of the sad wind

Misty, fogy, air,
Winds brush through her fingertips,
Willows frown tonight.

By: Sabina Nicole


Details | Lyric | |

Sunrise

Look at the black sky
Endless no matter how high
A single white string comes into view
It appeared out of the blue
This mystical string began to divide
White and black, opposites collide
To the struggle, there will be one victor
Survive this natural cluster
The holy white light wins the fight
Pummels the evil darkness out of sight
The sky comes back to life
A consequence of the previous strife
Its savior slowly comes into view
Glowing brilliantly, as the wind blew
The closer he got, the more it breathed
The hero won, his sword, he sheathed
Guiding everyone with his light
Shining on everything in sight
Watch the sun yellow and strong
Its rays fierce and long
Look at it floating so high
Mastering the vast sky
I stand dazzled by the majestic scene
It’s so beautiful and serene
Light fills the land
Except the point where I stand
There is a darkness in me
From it, I can't seem to break free
I'm trapped in my own demise
Waiting for a miracle, my internal sunrise


Details | Rhyme | |

Abide in the Light

You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night 
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…   

Forgive me for drifting away from you… 

Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light

I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together

You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you… 
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss

Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…

Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence 
Protect me from any sort of harm  
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? 

I’ve been driven away by my affliction 
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land 
Have you forgotten my affection? 
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand? 

You abide in the light 
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me… 

Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…

I’m still training for perfection    

Run with me…until we arrive at home 
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight 
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town – 
Do you remember where you and I belong?

I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye

You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me 
Your vitality never wears off…

You were my lamp – 
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease

I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night 
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light 


Details | Haiku | |

A WAFT OF FEAR

Stars gleam in darkness
as the lank pines resemble ghosts,
owls fly towards me...


Details | Haiku | |

Crystalline Tears

Sky opens up now Wildly iridescent flow Crying rainbows fall


Details | Haiku | |

Ripples

Sun must seep again, But rain cuts streaks on the cheek. Drip drop to ripples


Details | Free verse | |

Still with me

My dear beloved friend,
I feel you late at night,
Curled atop my feet,
And keeping my heart alight.
I see your sweet smiling face,
Everytime I close my eyes,
And feel you rub against me,
With all the love you have inside.
My loving baby girl, 
I feel you here beside me,
Comforting me of all my pain,
Your close to me once more,
And I have not to weep as much,
When I feel your tail waggin against my legs. 

RIP My Puppy Camille <3 
I love you babygirl


Details | I do not know? | |

Glory

This is the story of a beautiful horse named Glory Freckled and spotted She stood but a twig Lost in a forest Of abandonment Tires and barbwire Surround her by day And at night she suffers The coyotes cries, not far away Left with no food Or water to drink She stands by a tree And hopes for relief Halter grown in And hooves overgrown Not a grain in that belly And left all alone Withering quick She stands by her tree And hopes a kind soul Will help her to see There is life still No matter how grim Things seem from beneath This horrid, old tree This halfhearted twig Awaits her relief As the days pass her by And she writhes with grief Her name is Glory All freckled with spots Like a giant Dalmatian Trapped in this spot At the end of her lead She was finally freed Not a day too soon She'll now find relief Halfhearted no longer And happy at last Whom once was a twig Knows Glory at last Halfhearted no longer And free from that mess Glory has found relief At Horse Creek Ranch* *Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.


Details | Haiku | |

The rain

All day all night long
It is raining cats and dogs;
If you were with me!


Details | Haiku | |

Monsoon

Monsoon so azure— 
Turning misery into crystal,
Gemmed, bits of ice..


Details | Quatrain | |

Life's Story

The rain falls fiercly,
As I look up into the skies,
Only to see the sun,
And white clouds floating by.

I walk into the woods,
Feeling sharp thorns beneath my feet,
I stare down to the earth,
To see grasses, soft and sweet.

At last I see a rose,
Lying dried up on the ground,
I gently touch it's petals,
And my life is newly found.

All along ive been yelling,
At the wind for being cold,
And shouting at the rain,
When life's story has been told.

I ignored the graceful beauty,
As i blocked out meaningful sights,
For when it's gone I will regreat,
Shunning the flawless story of life.


Details | Free verse | |

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?


Details | Free verse | |

Imagine A World

Imagine a world
Imagine a world with Equality and Respect
Imagine a world with no drugs
Imagine a world with no war
Imagine a world with no enemies
Imagine a world where everything is happy
Imagine a world where school was not a prison
Imagine a world with no struggles like money
Imagine a world with no name calling and put downs
Imagine a world with no disease
Imagine a world with no pointless death
Imagine a world with no environmental despair
Imagine a world with no cyberbullying
Imagine a world with no crime
Imagine a world with no homeless people
Imagine a world with no miscarriage
Imagine a world with no divorces and breakups
Imagine a world with no hypocrisy
Imagine a world with no racism
Imagine a world we can call our own


Details | Blank verse | |

Misty Blue

Awry poignant of the night
Eerie sound of black owl bird
Out of the window I waited all night…

Scenery can’t see in the dark
Blue bird keep humming lonely lullaby
Sensing the odd fool face…

Rustling leaves draws hurtful ache
A misty blue feeling in a dreary night
Calling your name out loud in a sad song…

Killing the time with old dusty books
Keep me awake till the full moon
Brushing away thy bizarre feeling….

By: lena
Lie
16/9/07


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn

Cracks in the pavement
Leaves litter naked brown earth
It all returns down


Details | Epic | |

Wild Cinnamon Roots

Echoes from a haunting refrain
   buried deep within the corridors of her heart
   weave their tangled, worn threads
   playing on her memories 
like the delicate frayed strings of a lonely violin
 
Lingering whispers...
   intricately seek the depths to the labyrinth of her soul
   creating its delicately, woven tapestry
of wild cinnamon roots and twisted leaves
 
Her wounds of torn and shattered illusions
   roar their voices in her mind
   like a jungle of ethereal savagery
   that clipped her silken dreams
   leaving her flying with broken wings 

He had betrayed her with his feigned love 
    which left her void of the soothing rhythms 
needed to bathe her wounded flesh

She felt a cold emptiness inside her soul
   Never before...
   had her heart felt thiscold, empty void
so deep in the depths of her heart 

Fractured fragments of terra cotta stones
   and random pieces of broken seashells 
   were substances used as ragged patches
   for her tattered, broken heart

The mortar dampened from tears
   fell like foggy, misty rain
   on the delicate, shattered glass of her heart
blistered by love gone astray 

Amethyst, turquoise skies filled the air
  with the earthy smell of oncoming storms
  Every fiber unraveled and unnerved her senses
  as if she were on fire...
  leaving her skin like that of a peeled orange
  revealing the depth and layers 
of her strangled emotions
 
In the dark stillness of the night
  she heard the roaring of blood curdling drumbeats
  The sound of loud, rumbling thunder
  was shooting its devouring bolts of lightning
shaking the whole of all Creation
 
She stood in the shadows
  aching and bewildered
  running breathlessly
  seeking a fortress of safety
  as the drumbeats followed her every move

The whole Earth was suddenly filled
  with the echoed songs 
of past remembered moons

He did not care if her heart was broken 
  leaving her alone in the night 
  cold, shivering and afraid 

All she had left was a broken heart
   cold as ice...
   drowning in her tears


Details | Haiku | |

Nature's Thievery

Fast rising waters
wash over shattered shelters
stealing memories.


Details | Tanka | |

My Bird Linda

When I was a teen
I caught a chick of a bird
And named it Linda
One day my elder sister
Killed it accidentally!


Details | Choka | |

Rule of the Monarchs

Who can capture you
With a glass jar held face down
While your wings flutter wildly
And your hope dwindles
I watched somwhere afar off
Please let my butterfly fly


Details | ABC | |

HEATHER

Look at it,
it's a rough plant,
red and blue,
with very small flowers.

It's found on waste land,
and mountain sides 
at large.


Details | Sonnet | |

The Unavoidable Need For Sunlight

?The Unavoidable Need For Sunlight
?
You walk through life, your head held high,
smile for the world to see.
But you glance behind, since you rely
UpOn your shadow; upon me.
I yearn for an obstruction 
To overcome the rays.
perhaps, then you'll face deduction
Amidst winter's haunting grays.
The remaining leaves are frosted;
They clink mournfully in dark.
Like them I am exhausted,
Wishing I could disembark.
What you need to realize is, it's you whom you deceive;
If you'd let me be your sunlight, I would never leave.


Details | Free verse | |

Web wise

Web wise

The fear drops from its light brown wings; 
this is not home; at least not for a bird. 
Little sparrow flaps its wings in madness; 
flaps them so hard. Living room, staircase,
it is humming past your mute chair.
But how can you help, you cannot locate 
your own way out of this golden web. 

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Rhyme | |

Mercy Killing

What happened last night brother, 
Please tell me it's not true, 
Was i a bother, 
Don't tell me you have no clue, 

Why am i locked up in an asylum, 
Don't you trust me, 
Am i getting my mammogram, 
it's my right to know please tell me, 

Don't isolate me please, 
I beg you, am only human, 
Tell them to handle me with ease, 
Am almost a young woman, 

Don't turn away when i speak, 
I need some answers, 
These injections are making me weak, 
Not forgetting my ulcers, 

Is this about the mercy killing, 
Please brother, don't cry, 
You tried your best but am not healing, 
Please let me die, 

I can's feel my limbs, 
The medicine is getting stronger, 
Please take care of the other siblings, 
Am growing weaker, 

Am done leaving on life support machine, 
Just let me go, 
You tried but am a broken engine, 
lease let my spirit go, 

This are my last words brother, 
Please don't try and save me, 
Last night when i had a seizure, 
The doctor defiled me...,


Details | Free verse | |

Onslaught

The rain has stopped
  But I am saddened by the sudden,brilliant onslaught of sunshine,
            Although the apple trees,drenched and dripping
                   In the steaming orchard,
              Glisten in almost painful beauty.

           The rain was comforting while it lasted
              It suited my gray mood,
          For I was caught up in reveries of blue yesterdays
        And I traveled into the nether lands of despair
                 Where regret and sorrow dwell.

            But now the sun touches every corner of the landscape,
                           Banishes melancholy
                     And will not be cast aside.

             Gold dances on the perimeter of darkness
                And hope most sweetly is restored.


Details | Free verse | |

Grey Day

Low clouds drift across the sky
a thick blanket of sleep.
Their dreariness drains life
from this once perfect day.

The sky drowned in grey,
the sunlight fades.
The flowers lose their color,
and the robin forgets to sing.

Not even rain will fall
nor will wind blow through leaves.
Nothing draws a breath
on this cold lonely day.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Countless Wishes -Part 2-

I wish
To demolish my sorrow…
I wish
To forget the despair and gleefully grow…
To forgive and seek the challenges of tomorrow…
My downfalls and my failures…
I wish
To disappear
I wish
I had no fear…
For God’s near…
I wish
I could be a cheetah in the grassland
I wish
To store all of my energy for an evening run…I’d never give up in the process
I wish
My whole spirit could simply sponge in God’s nature and make great progress
And I truly wish
I could stick to my daily plans of building a sturdier relationship with God 
I wish
I had the merriness in my life especially during hardships…

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my weakest point…
My countless wishes
Overthrows me…but it helps me in the long run…

I wish I could forgive 
My daily regrets and breakdowns
I wish I could forget
My despondency – embracing my frowns 

I wish
To live a life without error
Without a care
I wish
To be flawless when I make my everyday decisions
And scare away 
The darkness that tries to make me give up
I wish
I had more time to overcome…
These waves of emotions

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my disheartened state…
My countless wishes
Are like walls from every direction closing in on me…
But it’s a convenient tool in the future…

I wish
I could be live in someone else’s shoes…
But what good would it do?
Would it lead me to the narrow pathway?
Would it inspire me to push all of my doubts away? 
Would it push away the blues?
Could He give me any clues?


Details | Free verse | |

Trees

This world is getting angry
I see wars are still happening
People dying everywhere
I can feel the earth is shaking
It show us how much it’s angry at us

In our human shapes, 
We can look as strong as a rock
Steady as a pillar, glowing as gold
But within our hearts,
We are in battle with the pain and heartaches
Tempted and seduced by the mystery of life

No one understand the meaning of life anymore
It’s just about waking up early in the morning
Reading the morning news with a cup of coffee
Or running chasing the time or the time will beat you down
What exactly are we looking for in this life?

People build, people destroy
People lied, people deploy
Cut more trees for us to build a ship
Cut more trees for us to make a home
It’s like pulling each hair in your head
It’s hurt and that’s how the earth might feel

Let us think wise starting from today
Doesn’t it feel so cool, so cozy?
When we sit under a big tree
Don’t we want to share this feeling to our children?
So they can pass it to their next generation 

Trees are the pillars of the earth
Its roots can hold it from crumbling
Trees are the umbrella of the earth
Its leaves can keep us from thunder and sunlight
 


Details | Narrative | |

The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


Details | Triolet | |

A song to the Night

(Triolet)
~Tribute to “Hymn to the Night” By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~ 


He heard sounds of sorrow and delight.
Swept from marble vestments of halls. 
Felt her presence compelled the light. 
He heard sounds of sorrow and delight. 
Spelt  at her feet old'n rhymes so bright. 
And layer'd stars pieced her celestial walls.
He heard sounds of sorrow and delight. 
Swept from marble vestments of halls. 


Details | Free verse | |

Paltry Society

Whilst we claim ourselves
a civilized, caring 
and enlightened society,
a mortally wounded dog
lies unattended
on the side of a road,
as her distraught
canine companion
remains helplessly, yet devotedly
by her side,
exhibiting a level
of sensitivity and compassion
that far exceeds
that of those
who regrettably have
ruthless command
over the entire animal kingdom.
 
Yes, in all our pitiful glory 
we dare claim ourselves
superior to these creatures....
how contemptibly mistaken we are.

How painful and disheartening
to powerlessly observe
such callousness and indifference,
and how terribly dispiriting
to acknowledge myself
as one who is
reluctantly, yet unavoidably
part of a legion
that so brazenly owns
such apathy, depravity and disgrace.

Camille Rose Castillo 2012


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I know why you weep

willow, willow, 
why do you weep?
peering out of the fog,
swaying in the breeze.
mysterious in your beauty,
delicate arms brush the ground,
making ripples in the standing water,
the puddles down below.
sun filters through the branches,
light and soft,
dappling the grass below.
your a peaceful soul,
shy and whimsical,
waiting for acceptance.

willow, willow,
I know why you weep...
in the shadows in the fog,
alone you stand. 
through the fog your somber form is feared.
'stay away from the willow'
they whisper.
'with its arms so low,
ready to reach out and grab.'
you just wish to be seen,
how i can see you.
so still you wait,
with your misunderstood soul,
for the day you no longer weep.


Details | Rhyme | |

AN UNCERTAIN VICTORY

Why did they fight that war? Why did those young lives experience mortal terror?
Many left their homeland to serve as they sung their National Anthem...
others stayed behind, not caring about their destiny in a unfamiliar land so far?
I saw them waving goodbye to everyone...I wished I had gone with them!

The invisible enemy was hiding on the other side of the wild river,
as the platoon's commander ordered the vigilant soldiers
to target anything or anybody that moved on ground and in the air...
a Cobra helicopter hovered above to spot and hit the targets.


Clouds gathered above to add gloom as the crawling soldiers have their steady grip
on the colt commands ready to fire as the Vietnamese should advance...
a patton tank followed them on rugged terrain ready for valiant defense;
who wouldn't wear a brave look on the battlefield : until his blood would drip?   


Through marshes infested by snakes and rats, they carried the wounded to safety;
and any soldier had to bear pain without emetting a scream...how heartrending!
Behind them, the sanguine batterfied echoed with blasts and unthinkable atrocity...
there were no winners in this war: both sides finally realized the useless fighting!  
 

Wriiten by Andrew Crisci for Miranda Lambert's contest, " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "


Details | Haiku | |

Foliage

Leaves swayed above the ground--
The elder branches
Released pure foliage

The wind whistled and crowned 
The young, dainty leaves 
With a sweet, mellow scent 

Leaves land on the damp floors--
The elder branches  
Released such squalid grief


Details | Haiku | |

The Sad Camellia

camellia droops
under the weight of rain
blossoms fall like tears


Details | I do not know? | |

The Edge of a Sunset

There is no red, yellow, or orange in the sky just gray with the darkness flowing into the sun.
For tonight as I stand staring at the sunset I see darkness and misery instead of beauty and 
warmth.
Then only a moment passes by and,
I feel the cold embrace of the moon which brings shadows, sadness, and death.
I stand shocked believing that all the colors and warmth have left this life.
I will not move, speak, or eat until these precious things return.
It is so cold in this life I can't feel the love, happiness, and compassion that I yearn for.
Now I will rest my freezing body and soul to stay stoic until.
I can feel love, happiness, and compassion once again.


Details | Free verse | |

Oil Volcano Against A Gulf

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An oil rig is burning up
Mourning for eleven dead
Beaches blackened with tar
From drowning birds
To shattering lives
Oil volcano against a gulf

A pipe that still gushes
It is too late for blame
It may just never be fixed
From failed attempt
After foot-in-mouth
We need more than prayers

The fisherman lose lives
They skim oil instead of
Our 3rd coast is in peril!
Still pipes pollute
Robots can not help
A disgusting mess this big

We should sustain within
At very least geothermal
Farm solar instead of corn
As Germany is doing
Fueling off our own
Equally paying our farmers

America can not afford
To go on wasting a day
If we boycott, we will pay
Pump price going up
We see what they do
BP might raise them anyway


Details | I do not know? | |

beauty that kills

i see an ocean wave crashing with no mercy
destroying everything in its path
i see an ocean wave killing other people
swallowing their houses and their life
all of what they worked for 
is now gone,
nobody can save what under the water now
this one wave took everything
killed all of their dreams and hopes
but still it did it so gracefully
that it made me hope
it made me think of flowers
in an open field
flowers so colorful
that even when their asleep
they take your breath away
from the beauty they unleash
a beauty so disastrous
that it kills everything in their path?!!
wow, this beauty's like a curse on earth
it serves as well
but at the same time it kills are hearts
the hearts of people filled with dreams
well, none of that matters now
because their dead and so is their dream
some may have thought of college
after a four year high school degree
they all had hopes just like you and i
well now they dont even have a home 
to look out of the window on a long dreadful night
but those who made it out alive 
they can still dream 
in fact they can make it happen
build a knew hope far away from the water far away from the light
they may even escape the cold dreadful nights
but its useless because even in the desert will they live
a hurricane will start the grief again
so you keep building, keep achieving
going nowhere with your life 
just remember you can never run enough
to hide from the wrath of God



Details | Free verse | |

they never leave here

There’s something about nights
The cool, calm breeze brushing ears
The sky provides our only light
We sit in the middle of a park
Waiting for what we want to hear

And even if I don’t hear it,
I’m alright with that

I’m barely listening anyways—
The sky has so much more to offer
Every single star is in the same place
They’ve been there since I was young

You may have left, you may be leaving
But the stars, they never leave here

Maybe someday I’ll find myself
In the middle of this park
Nothing changing—
Not the stars,
Not whoever she may be


Details | Free verse | |

Butterfly

It was on the beat of butterfly wings, 
We became torn (micro-emotion fibers worn), 
Like pages from a discarded journal, 
Always said we knew what we were doing, 
Until all that we did was done, 
I thought that we grew yet 
I'm still just a caterpillar waiting to cocoon, 
But I don't know how to do it (it was supposed to be a natural thing), 
I hear the gentle beat of butterfly wings above me, 
Its simple life a distant disaster, 
A record of things ignored (so small, can't be my fault), 
Someone's bad karma.


Details | Free verse | |

Penney is Gone

Penney, Elaine's lovely old poodle
Passed over the hill early one morn,
Those achey old bones were reborn
As she trotted to the Rainbow Bridge.

Penney was a smart little gal,
She loved to eat and always had her fill,
She was the Alpha female at our house,
She even scared the Pit Bulls half to death.

Elaine had Penney for almost ten years
So she was very sad to see her leave,
Her body is buried deep in our back yard,
But Penney's soul is now free to roam.

I'm sure she's happy in God's Dog Heaven
As long as she's fed and given a bone,
Penney was always very self-sufficient,
A nine pound bundle for Elaine's arms alone.



Details | Haiku | |

That day of rainy season

I still remember
That day of rainy season 
When I missed you most.


Details | Haiku | |

The bird

When I was a kid
I threw a stone at a bird
And it passed away!


Details | Free verse | |

Little Refuge

Little girl goes down to the water.
Little girl climbs up the hill.
Little girl wanders in the woods.
Little girl collects little things.

Creatures and curiosities.

Puts them in her pockets.

Skipping and running and playing at hunting.

Now and then she stops, and rests.

Her every heartbeat,
her every breath,
conspires with the fragrant moist air,
the rocks and the trees,
to forget her home.

There she waits before the sunset.

She waits as long as she can.

Oh, how precious is this place.

Her refuge.

To the sea and the hills. . .
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.


Details | Pantoum | |

Too Soon Born

Too soon born, a son was ripped from life.
Her empty womb tormented motherhood.
That dreadful day bore great pain and strife. 
A lifetime lamenting loss not understood.

Her empty womb tormented motherhood
Nature’s deadly forces wrought its bitter bite.
A lifetime lamenting loss not understood.
Dreams of laughter vanished overnight.

Nature’s deadly forces wrought its bitter bite.
Conception hid its face, years sadly past.
Dreams of laughter vanished overnight.
Sorrow thrived upon a painful future cast.

Conception hid its face, years sadly past. 
Despair became life’s ordinary way.
Sorrow thrived upon a painful future cast.
Her barren womb cried each Mother’s Day.

Despair became life’s ordinary way.
That dreadful day bore great pain and strife.
Her barren womb cried each Mother’s Day.
Too soon born, a son was ripped from life.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
September 15, 2010


Details | Free verse | |

Storm

Layers and layers of cloud
Fill the sky to the brim
Just as thoughts of you
Fill my mind.
The fact that no matter
What I do,
Or what I say,
Nothing will change your feelings.
Deep, heather gray clouds
Blow in with the occasional gust.
I smell the rain brewing,
But do not care.
Water falls
In sheets,
And I am soon blanketed
In rain, and
Grief.
The drops hit my cheeks,
And burn as they slide down.
Forming behind my eye
Is a different kind of drop.
It escapes,
Runs its course down my cheek,
And trickles around the
Ridges of my mouth,
Leaving a salty taste.
As the tear hits the ground,
A blast of thunder sounds-
Heartbreak.


Details | Ballad | |

The Pretty Gouldian

In the evening they’re not storm clouds that are swirling left and right,
They are the residents coming down to drink,
Every colour you can think of, would then seek their roosting sight,  
But today it’s sad we’ve seen their numbers shrink. 

They would rise up in the Kimberley from heads of seeding grass,
Making rainbows out of trees, but then man
Trapped and poisoned thousands, around the waterholes.
Today a traveller rarely gets to see…the pretty Gouldian.
 
The speckled clouds are gone forever, the evening skies are clear, 
They’re something we shall never see again,
A farmer’s needs are quite important; we must change the structure here,
So we must lose the pretty Gouldian.

And today if you are lucky touring through the northern dry,
When you’ve pulled up to be closer to the land,
By walking through the dead grass you might hear a plaintive cry,  
Where there may be a pair of Gouldian.

The old man stands erect with his head bowed as he trills,
To his lady who he seeks the answer, yes,  
They both seek a hollow where they test their breeding skills,
Feeding iridescent nodules, in pinfeather dress.  

If it wasn’t for the passion of the breeders overseas,
When the Gouldian has vanished from this land,
Now we must leave Australia, Mitchell Grass and bottle trees,
To see the Gouldian in millions in Japan.

The speckled clouds are gone forever, the evening skies are clear, 
They’re something we shall never see again,
A farmer’s needs are quite important, we must change the structure here,
So we must lose the pretty Gouldian.

The speckled clouds are gone forever,
It’s something we shall never see again,
A farmer’s needs are quite important,
So we must lose the pretty Gouldian.


Details | Quatrain | |

THE DREARINESS OF THIS FRIGID SEASON

Goodbye Fall with all the auburn leaves of the reddest sunset,
goodbye crackling path where I met the last songbirds,
whose melody accompained me to winter's doors;
and with deep sadness I kept on looking back.


Welcome gloomy winter with short afternoons and long evenings;
watching the advancing shadows and loudly hearing
the furious sound of the squall rampaging the stately trees,
and making them weep when the icy rain comes down with lightining. 


Sitting in a rattling, rocking chair, I peruse through pages of sunny places afar,
forgetting the dreariness of this frigid season and be consoled by a warm fire;  
and still nostalgia abounds...thinking of the pleasant strolls of a past season,
which thrilled me with its colors, and through delight I justified my reason. 


O winter, don't linger as you always have...shorten your stay, avoid foul play; 
and could I ever stand a pale sun, hardly giving off with its luminiscence,
in this house hidden among the maples and the pines of a squalid valley?
Old winter, don't mislead me with days without snow...that's utter pretense!


Goodbye explorer fedora hat keeping my dreamer's head cool, 
sparing my skin another ugly wrinkle, allowing late beauty to rule;   
goodbye iced coffee sipped from my Big Apple plastic cup,
which I bought along Fifth Avenue in a crowded, variety shop. 


Ummerciful winter, pity the desperate state I am in,
reduce the wrath of your devastation, step inside and to tell me your amazing tales...
hoping that I will write them down for everyone to read and enjoy for immortal ages;
relentless winter, reduce the dreariness of this frigid season.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | ABC | |

Undesirable whispers

I was not afraid that my life one time will finish.
I am afraid that it will never start.
Death always was ahead and whispers to me
"Live because I am coming".

The biggest injustice in this life is if you have arrived and depart without travel...
The joy of the journey that you never live

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Light Poetry | |

Tomorrow

These gentle clouds move without hesitation over the glow of my understanding. Watching 
without eyes listening without ears they dance to the song of the humble breeze. Elegant 
birds of white follow underneath the night skys there feathers reflect the natural light 
painting a masterpiece with there luminous wings. As I lay here forgeting time I watch this 
beauty and learn to appreciate but never do I desacrate my friend's true work of art. Sweet 
dreams dreamer....


Details | Free verse | |

Melancholia

I am the rook afar-
of soot and grating voice formed
to your reflection in my distant eye; 
and yet-
I am not so black as I appear 
from wings outstretched 
I soar and observe,
watching life pass me below
the land beneath doesn't seem so threatening from on high
but should my wings break, 
my spirit crushed, my feathers plucked
I would fall to earth in silence
spiralling in descent, 
and you would see
My feathers are shot through with the most beautiful purple and blue


Details | I do not know? | |

i returned to the sea

I can smell the wind in my face 
Salt air in my mouth-my skin
I become the other world I am in;
Walking against the breeze as it 
grows
But  nobody knows or gives two 
crows..
That's OK self conceit is in faded 
retreat.
Birds dive, their calls reaching my 
ears
An orange sphere eclipses all that is 
near
Blindingly bright~ on the edge of 
night
I walk west~sun setting as if in jest
I  smell lush salty wind invade my 
chest
I chase the reality to bask in 
finality...
I look at this beautiful place
A saving grace~what a beautiful 
face~
How I  distaste what's left of the 
race,
Leaving in its trace a waste..an 
infertile 
place. 
I feel salty air tickle  my  nose~
Feel the sand slip through my toes~
Walking against the ocean breeze
One last pose before god only 
knows;
I go to my knees, look out at the 
seas
Birds dives and weave, sit upon the 
trees.
I sit awhile and contemplate as I 
smile
At oceans edge I take in all that I 
hear
The orange sphere eclipsing all that 
is 
near
 I walk due west, sun setting as if in 
jest
Feet and mind  never stopping to 
think or 
rest
Quiet determination defeating loud 
lethargy
I slip into liquid effigy

Oops too late, I am not here to see
Dark vertigo becomes the wet indigo of me
The 
deep blue
sea.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

A HAUNTED FISHER

                                       A HAUNTED FISHER

	A hawk - sighted and decided young fisher;
          Traps skillfully, fishes for his wisher;
	Waving and sliding water - hills over;
	With howls of 'hurray', grows ever.

		Now a wisher, decrees vessels;
		And fishes millions of dreams and pearls;
		Blunts swords of sun and might of whirls;
		The spheres of storms and lightening, hurls.
		
			A god of holdings turns all to gold;
			Life to moving circular fold;
			Time to scarce diamonds mould;
			And occasions to sudden perches for hold.

                    	Possess a paradise with Hedden;
		Breaks brutally into the forbidden;
		Inflows and outflows hidden;		
		Landslides and gullies end Aden. 

			Fast after flying dreams, unheard, till; 
			Fast typhoon tosses, waves, spill; 
			Quacks and wrecks whiflashing castle, fill;
			Wakes of the storms died and waters calm still.

		Now where is the floating tower? 
		Flying dreams and manifold power;
		Where is the longed Hedden and Aden’s lover?
		Isn't the ocean calm blue and tempting ever???   
 
																   											
													JOSE PUDUSSERY
																


Details | Quatrain | |

Dew Decorate Me

I have the want but not the means
To cry, and so I let the trees
Well up for me, then shiver down
A thousand jewels for a tear soaked crown.


Details | Haiku | |

O' The Summer Breeze

O' the summer breeze
Cool and satisfying winds
A soothing whistle

O' the summer breeze
Now gone, for winter is here
O' the frosty winds.


Details | Free verse | |

Erosion

It is the denial that you try to deny,
Your sky does not cry; its tears do not join yours,
They are not pure or purified,
Chemical toxins and poison fumes wash the air,
Acid descends from the lower heavens,
Overtaking the higher earth and rushing low,
Sweeping into swirls and spirals,
Descending! Descending!
Stripping you down into a shell,
Natural erosion of emotion,
Fires turn the noxious sky grey,
It moans with warnings,
Run away from the toxic greys,
The sky does not cry; its tears tear into yours,
A haze of aerial smokey waterways,
Blending in some undivine battle,
Two way personal conflicting convictions,
Ground degrades and atmosphere fades,
Decay! Decay!
Artificial rot and ruin remain,
Inferno soil and tainted air,
Breathe in heavy your breath now soiled,
What is left of your cloudy day?
You have bled until all was bleak,
Now, and only now do you relent,
Your heart tattered and your clothes rent,
The sky does not cry; its life flows free,
Defeated! Defeated!


Details | Rhyme | |

SO PEACEFUL, SO COLD IS THIS WINTER AFTERNOON

The American eagles left their warm nests
before snow fell on the evergreen pines and spruces,
so did the ravens, grackles and petrels...
hidden among the white mountains, the river still flows.


So peaceful, so cold is this winter afternoon,
no other sound but the waters babbling on rocks,
flowing into the wide valley below without a tune...
two months ago, the placid lake swarmed with ducks. 


Footprints are visible into the frozen snow that no one loves...
who would venture in this life-threatening wilderness?
Could it be a grizzling gone astray, or searching for his cubs?
Leave it to the imagination, or simply take a guess! 


So peaceful, so cold is this winter afternoon,
and the more I look, the less I think of danger...
I would love to get out and discover it like the slow-moving raccoon
seeking food until he shivers and decides to turn back with anger.


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The songstress

Bird on barbed wire fence
Sings to his hearts delight
Shot in mid sentence.


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Tears

Pendants of sorrow
Weeping wounds scantily dressed
Melancholy’s mist


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Snow White

Take a bite
Of this shinny red apple called life
And tell me what you taste 

Is it the sick syrup of genocide 
Gone unnoticed 
Or the tangy taste of a thousand births to cover it up
Weighing life is a challenge 
Yours is worth as much as your country 
It seems 

Generations they scream with severed tongues 
We are the same 
Yet holy different 

So who is to blame 
For this indecent exhibition of 
Human 
Behavior 

This apple is rotten and I choke 


Details | Free verse | |

On the Ocean Waves

On the ocean waves lies trickery A vast emptiness of seething trails Silently it forms destructive forces Desperately trimming ideals away Shores teams with ugly sighs Badgered by waters great strength Singing the song of malevolent Digesting years worth of rock Creating distrust from seas core Which dissolves, crumbles itself down Seemingly ocean water shines Warmth gleaning from above However depths carry frigid waters Keeps oceans from becoming pleasant Allowing waters tearful deploy Of its hollow worlds demise The trickery wallows within its flow An ocean’s despised occurrence
Russell Sivey


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The Crystal Cathedral

The Crystal Cathedral

A mile underground it rested
A cavern as large as a football field as high as a house
Hot as hell and as wet as the largest ocean it existed
Thriving in a world that would kill life
It grew and changed slower than a human can watch
Minute crystals grown into pillars hundreds of feet long
New crystals grew from the bodies of those who fell from their perch
Unknown and unseen for a half a billion years it waited
Opened by accident by ignorant men who changed you
It was not their fault
It was meant to happen
Today’s world would not allow this cathedral to stay alone
Samples were taken and sold to tourists
Artificial light replaced the darkness of its home
Air conditioning lowered the heat and moisture of the air
Your world was destroyed
More and more crystals fall and cover the cavern floor
Eventually the church of crystal will again seal away from the world
It will again grow and thrive at least for another half million years
Or until another ignorant man has an accident
And it will die another slow death at the hand of man


Details | Couplet | |

PREVENTING THE EXTINCTION OF THE BEAUTIFUL TIGERS

They still wander with caution and fear in the remote swamps and grasslands 
of India and Siberia, and these carnivorous animals are the beautiful tigers.


They are trapped, poched, killed and their soft furs are shipped overseas for huge profits,
but their sad end is drawing near, unless some caring human really gets involved and acts. 


Their life span is shorter in their natural habitat, struggling for food and those caged in zoos
have a longer life expectancy...they never experience those hunger pangs in early noons. 


They are an extremely hostile species, ready to devour anything that has flesh and blood.
Does anyone wonder why they react so indignantly, don't they fear of being taken and sold? 


When tigers are attacked, they fight back and killing they prevent their threat of extinction.
Do we all realize their animosity for the huntsmen, who chase them and shoot them down?

Let's all feel some compassion for them...let's save them and give them freedom and dignity.
Let them roam freely as they did once in South Asia, living in full accord with humanity.


Details | Ballad | |

THE DREAMER WHO FOLLOWS THE STARS

Sitting on a smooth rock
as waves crash into it...foaming,
and splashing their salty water on me;
it is warm and soothing after burning
on dunes of sand...listening to rock,
and one of the songs caught my fancy...

The dreamer who follows the stars
is an unloved soul running from time,    
searching for secrets in this Universe...
but finding only sympathy for himself;
he can see the sea-birds in flight,
and wishes more peace at every sunset!  

This pen dashes all thoughts off,
to relieve this mind of unwanted clutter,
clearly seeing beyond the noiseless shore;
and like survivors of a shipwreck:
I let out a deep breath, to feel life 
at its best ,and joyfully play my clarinet...

The dreamer who follows the stars
 loses their traces into space,
they go further and further and disappear from his sight;
he counted them all when they stood still and shone
above the ragged canyons of a dreary moon in silverlight, 
and how can he hope for their return and not dream alone?  

Fugitive darkness gives away to dazzling sun-rays,
the shrills of the gathered sea-gulls, by the beach-house,
bring me back to an existence of joyful laughs; 
I am repulsively sad to have fallen into sleep,
to have missed moments that could have inspired, indeed,
another song for the dreamer who followed the stars!


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When wind leaves the world

Whered the wind go.
It came by in a breeze so slow. 
Then it charged onward in its rage.
Forever moving foreword, the world its stage.
But someday the wind will go away.
For nothing can forever stay.
And when the wind stops blowing.
And the sun stops glowing.
The world will crumble and die.
And the wind will cease to fill the sky.
The world will fall apart peice by peice.
The people will riot against the police.
The powers of the world will fall from their reign.
And they will then feel the poors pain.
Then the water will stop flowing.
Next the crops will stop growing.
Food will be hard to come by.
And millions of people will die.
Millions of mothers, brothers, fathers, and daughters will cry.
The pacific, and atlantic will dry.
And the fruits on trees will grow shy.
All becuase the wind left the sky.


Details | Quatrain | |

THE RAPTURE OF MANHATTAN

The entire island of Manhattan is being swiftly raptured
by a heavenly force, the Harbor is badly shaken...
it seems that Judgement Day has come as prophesied;
there Lady Liberty still holds her torch, before it's gone!


If this vision is true fiction, how awful the real event will be
with Lady Blind Justice and Lady Fairness with a set of scales;
they are standing on the terrestrial globe to warn the stubborn Human race,
which has contributed to this state of chaos...defiling morality and honesty! 


So terrified are the seagulls that called this haven their home, a real bliss;
the Big Apple's greatness has vanished from sight...like everything else;
Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the ocean, Manhattan's wealth 
is taken back by the Almighty to punish the evil ones, and reward the just!


Entered in Carolyn Devonshire's contest, " Phoenix Rising "


Details | Free verse | |

Sand and Sea

A light with bite that wounds the eye
is breaker borne. Ashore,
this bright morning burns
black holes into the retina:
sun spots that dot the dunes.
My vision sweeps, south to north,
a stretch of beach. Each wave,
which breaks then smooths to ripples,
retreating leaves its flotsam:
spume-laden seaweed and shells the sun
will bleach to blinding white in hours.
A swimmer bodysurfs to water's edge.
I sip my tonic, sponge my brow,
and, through tinted glass, confront
the terrace crowd of others, cowed,
like me, by youth, by sun, by sand and sea.


Details | Light Poetry | |

What A Way To Be

The Ama, the Snow Leopard and the Jaguar
This is An Urgent Appeal as the effects of these
 endangered Species are Sad and Real.
                                          
Think of how it feels for the poor dears for
someone to steel their beautiful fur coats,  
to make a profit which is cruel it  just proves
that evil now rules.

These Three kinds ofLeopards have become endangererd
species, can you not see the desperate state these
poor animals are in, we need to rescue them before it is too
late. 

Please They Cannot wait before they loose another one of
their mates.  The Ama-leoapard only 35 left in the world to survive
please help keep their hopes alive.

Please Change the lives of these Beautiful intelligent creatures it is unfair
what is happenening to them by these cruel hunters who attack like Leeches.
It has gone too far, please take a moment  to spare a thought for these brave 
creatures of this world that we hope to save, it is our last hope to help them to live 
and cope without our help they will blindly grope and not survive. 
Please Help TO Revive them and keep them in this world! 



Details | Alliteration | |

Salmon

Frothing, frigid fjords
Fling forth fine stippled
Salmon, streaking upstream.
Roe-rich fish, flashing
Fat and fulgent:
Spurred to spawn, to spurt
Then sputter -- spasmodic.
Spectral. Unspared.


Details | Blank verse | |

Remebering

There goes that smile again, 
loose
like a stray hair, 
greying;
caught upon the breeze.
You wheeze out a last laugh remembering times gone,
Back when you shone. 
Now only with mind's eye, 
rose-tinted,
is it hinted that you knew of the summer and spring.

Smile-wrinkles and worry lines still enchant,
Even as they plant: 
bitter-sweet feelings deep in my soul.
Crow's-feet 
clutch
as memories call out their last sweet siren song.

Past these old lips a complaint spills:
discomfort and distance.
Far from me,
lost.
As the frost covers your world, 
those first flakes stick.
You again thick in fog 
moan about those kids and how they sing.

Holding your hand I take night watch, 
weep silently at endless loss.
Later as I toss and turn I imagine that your mind 
remains intwined with mine.
That all, for now,
is fine with you, 
I forget all life now is tinged with the bitterest sting...
But then I remember...


Details | Ballad | |

FROM ONE LOVER TO THE OTHER

Beautiful and loveable one,
you've vanished into nothing
and left me hanging
with a question in mind:
could I ever find someone...
who's witty and kind?

I am going, like a merry-go-around,
from one lover to the other...just giving
love to anyone who's able to bring
some passion and feeling!

I'd rather go back in time today,
and relive those moments again...
the ones that can take this pain away,
to make me remember the warm rain
coming down.. when spring
gave us another song to sing!  
    
 I am going ,like a-merry-go-around,
from one lover to the other... hoping
that on the other side someone is waiting!
I have kissed others with selfish eyes
and simply realized what was missing:
 you were unique in everything,
filled me up with joy and surprise...
making me discover another world! 

My long nights are as cold 
as these smooth satin sheets...  
I'll find a better reason to believe
that I can close these eyes tonight and dream!
And if years don't turn into days, I'll wait...
until I have stopped going 
from one lover to the other,
and wasted what you adore!

The sooner you realize my endless need,
the faster I will stop running wild and breath!  



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Winter loose

I shiver
as I look back over the months.
I balk at the thoughts
that run through my mind.
It is not cold outside
but an icy wall built within.
The music from the speakers ache with my melody.
The old questions again:
how do I measure and see?
It is not fresh in my home
but a chill wind crept in.
A cloud of living creatures darkens the eve.
A doubt rises from the hidden fertile depths.
It is not bracing on the street,
I walk swiftly by.
Your breath the wind of the south.
Your words warm but from the desert.
It is not arctic in thy heart
but I dare not go in.


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Everyone's Gone

Everyone's gone...
There's no one to look up to...not one...
Not one will be kind enough
To look down and attempt to help me...

Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the debris
There's no one there to save me...
I'm left to my own misery 

Everyone's gone...
I guess I'll find my way out of this maze
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to dawn upon me

Everyone's gone
I'm dealing with so much trauma 
I'm watching for any signs of support...
Hear my echoes of pain...
It drives me insane...
Catch me before I fall off the cliff...

Everyone's gone
I'm all skin and bones
I'm trapped like a hunted animal
The predator took a bite into me...
Don't just watch me suffer...
Deserted in this lonesome state

Everyone's gone
I'm kicked around like a soccer ball 
Hear me as I call...
Help me to stand tall

Help me... 
Reach up to the sky
To feel the coolness seep through me
Help me...
To be inspired to write more uplifting songs
Help me think more positively - help me wave g'bye
Help me...
Forgive me for all of my wrongs...

Everyone's gone
I'm a screwed-up building
I need you to be my backbone 
Straighten me up...help me to be stiff like a soldier
About to enter another horrifying war
Support me today...
And stick with me tomorrow!

I want to let go of the past memories...
Scaring away my happy moments and delights 
I want to smear away the blasphemies…
Obliterating my blissful days and nights

Everyone's gone...
There's no one to depend on...not one...
Not one will be brave enough
To look down and attempt to help me...

Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the city
There's no one to show me the jolly sun...
I'm left to my own misery 

Everyone's gone...
Fine… I'll find a way to get out of this nightmare 
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to give me strength instead of fear 


Details | Haiku | |

I WAS BORN IN THE OCEAN WILD AND FREE!!!!

Written by Ann Wilson on

October 31 st  2006

I WAS BORN IN THE OCEAN WILD AND FREE LEAVE ME ALONE AND` LET ME 
BE ME.THE OCEAN IS WHERE MAMALS WERE  MEANT TO STAY AND MEANT 
TO BE. THE OCEAN IS WHERE I WAS MEANT TO BE. FREE TO BE ME.AS THE 
WATERS I SWIM EACH AND EVERY DAY.I WAS NOT MEANT TO BE PUT ON 
DISPLAY TOO LOOK AT AND DO TRICKS FOR THE CROWD THE OCEAN IS 
WHERE I WANT TO PLAY.YOU ARE ALL FOOLS TO THINK THIS IS TRUE WHY 
MUST YOU BE VERY  CRUEL.THE OCEAN IS WHERE I AM THE HAPPIEST YOU 
SEE. YOU MAY NOT SEE IT MY WAY AND YOU MIGHT DISAGREE.THE OCEAN 
WITH THE SALT WATERS IS MEANT FOR ALL OF THE DOLPHINS AND ME IT 
NEEEDS `TO BE MY WAY AND THATS OK.I DON'T WANT TO DO TRICKS YOU 
NEED TO SEE IT MY WAY. SAVE ME TODAY LET ME BE BACK IN THE OCEAN. 
THE FACTS ARE CLEAR I CAN LIVE A  LONGER LIVE HERE.CAN YOU HAVE A 
HEART SO  LISTEN TO ME YOU KNOW WHERE I WAS MEAN TO BE. OR IS 
YOUR HEART SO COLD AND MEAN. I AM DEEPLY SAD PLEASE GIVE ME A 
CHANCE. I KNOW I AM NOT WRONG I KNOW WHERE I BELONG. WITH THE 
WAVES I GO SPLASHING JUMPING UP AND DIVING SO HIGH. LADIES AND 
GENTLEMEN BOYS AND GIRLS I WANT TO BE HAPPY AGAIN. LET ME GO 
HOME IS WHERE I BELONG IN THE CLEAR WATERS YOU KNOW THATS 
TRUE. I AM GLAD YOU HAVE LISTEN TO WHAT I HAD TO SAY.NO I AM HAPPY 
NOT SAD AND BLUE I AM .HAPPY NOW TODAY .GOODBYE TO ALL. I THANK 
YOU SO FOR LETTING ME BE FREE BEING BORN IN THE OCEAN AND 
REMAINING THERE MEANS ALOT TO ME. SPLISH SPLASH I AM MAKING MY 
DASH NOW I AM AS HAPPY AS CAN BE. THANK YOU ALL FOR LISTENING TO 
THIS MAMMAL THAT I AM. DEEP DOWN WE ALL KNOW ITS TRUE I WAS BORN 
IN THE OCEAN WILD AND FREE




Details | Free verse | |

An Ordinary Wednesday

It's late here in Carolina
and the crickets are chirping
their annoying song,
yet I am oddly comforted
by the sound of continuance

My home is unbearably quiet these days
and I'd go inside to address her silence
with song or tv
if it weren't for the walls,
memories hang like ivy
from every angle eyes can see
perhaps it's time to overlay

Besides the stars are celestially inviting
with that twinkle in their sky,
giving hope to wishes
unbelievers even deem real,
but my pen is inside
where inarticulate dreams reside
waiting for me to save her
from becoming one with the scenery 


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A Wintry Dawn

Gray.
Bathed in eternal twilight the city sleeps,
While the fangs of a restless wind
Hounds it four corners.

Mists of breath rise,
From the one who walks -
Through the eerie shroud
Of padded footsteps and ticking time.

Gray - 
Looming from the stillness
Engulfing the light.
As the Sun battles for its place
In the pinnacle of mankind's vision.

Silence.
Louder..
Louder than any sound
Kissing mortal ears
Defying life.

And still he walks
In solitude. 
In gray.


Details | ABC | |

Some call this Life

Don't search for apples anymore.
The apple tree has died.
It gave all the apples that it had.
Now it is nothing more than a piece of wood.
Nobody has interest for an apple tree without apples.
Nobody gives it some water to survive.
Not even the dry mother earth.
Nobody.
This is the fate for every apple tree that has nothing to give.
This is the fate of everything alive being on the earth.
This is the law of nature.
Some call this life.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Terzanelle | |

Awash

The mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
releasing bits of themselves randomly 
sparkling as they fall in felted-light they bloom. 

Blasted cliffs, yet brazen, they rise without decree,
unconcerned with the maples, and the birch,
releasing bits of themselves randomly. 

An ashen, sulking, sky hides the eagle's perch, 
and, softens all the jagged edges of the scene
unconcerned with the maples, and the birch,

a collage of layers blends all color in between,
each angle decomposing in the rain.
And, softens all the jagged edges of the scene.

Within the fog the distant mountains strain,
bruised in shades of lavender and forest green
each angle decomposing in the rain.

A watercolor tableau where, unforeseen,
the mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
bruised in shades of lavender and forest green
sparkling as they fall in felted-light they bloom. 





First Appeared in The Autumn Sound 10/13



Details | Verse | |

Twisted

You were born to be a filigreed crown
to soar like the swift      never touch ground
but they gave you labels   suiting their thought
words sharpened like knives    in which you were caught
 
Spoken words in unisons                    cacophony
untouchable     not decent      not fit for family
oh the old wounds                and their residual pain
I just want to           see you soaring again
 
The others hated you         without any word
their actions spoke louder         than expressions heard
unworthy to speak to           or even be seen
to be hidden from others     aspersions as mean
 
How on earth    could you possibly shine
when you felt their ridicule    locked forever in time
I watched you dry up       before my own eyes
in the heat of the ire              the flame of despised 
 
Like an animal branded           wearing its mark
cast out like our Lord         flung from the park
on rocks were you broken         too limp to hold
to crawl and to cower          where reception is cold
 
The unthinking know not        the powers of word
wrestle not with ideas       conceptions they've learned
who never consider     that our mouths are the flame
that torture the sensitive       stab them with pain
 
How long does it take       for a heart to die
too scarred to ask questions           or the wondering why
a planet of suffering    the agony of breath
like those barely living          and too slow is death
 
Where you can hold stars           and dance in the day
to sing of life's joy     partake in its sway
be moved by its chords           like crescendo of song
to be not cast down     like everything's wrong
 
The scar like a keloid      to thick to peel
weather beaten hard         shielded like steel
Walls like a fortress     the place you reside
away from misfortune         the dark place you hide
 
Listen my Love      my words are for you
I know where you shine       I've seen them accrue
If I thoughtless hurt you   please let me know
I'm only a student         molded like dough
 
Break out beloved     create something new
polish your character           bid cruelty adieu
set your sights high      seek always insight
let love be your leader     in words that delight
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I've dreamt of the Gate

there's no time for smiling anymore...
Death cascades along the waterway-
She smiles as she snatches time from the edge of my lips

''Time is in no way friend to you,"she says to me
My enemy,my love,my passage...where did the meaning go?
She again smiles...she seems as innocent as children floating in majestic meadows

I awake-
The morning is new

The smiling is foreign inside of my darkened heart


Details | I do not know? | |

A Life Less Ordinary

Where is our fight
Doomed to be controlled,
Like robots in the night,
Our hearts growing cold..

Keeping us bound
To open plan offices,
Unnatural sounds
And beige surfaces.

When power is lost,
Creativity strangled.
Eyes staring glossed,
At black rectangles.

Just outside,
A natural utopia.
Yet everyday we hide
and exist in sepia..

A life in monotony,
Is not life at all.
Its almost a felony,
For time we can't recall..

This thinking we need to shed,
These days slowly blurring.
Like Benvolio said
These hot days, is the mad blood stirring..


Details | Rhyme | |

AN UNPLEASANT DAY

The fog thickens over the waters,
making every island vanish
into the misty sea rolling by;
but the lonely and trembling gull
stands on a skaky lamp-post, 
and his loud,distant cry
is revealed by a deep anguish
adding to an unpleasant day...

Mindless and shameless lovers,
take advantage of the pelting rain
to satisfy their urge with passionate eyes; 
these lovers came to this marine 
with the intent to cheat without concern,
not honoring their promise
to those who are eternally faithful:
isn't instant gratification a foolish game?  

The steady raindrops turn into a tempest,
causing the eere wind to whistle wildly
and as they pelt on my windshied and dance,
the music of my melody,so lively,
changes to a tune played with melancholy;
winter effects my mood so dramatically...

I look out of the driver's window twice
and the same bird sits still where he was,
I'm wondering if he waits for his mate,
to take a plunge into the water and bathe;
it's not only humans who experience loneliness:
it is seen in the wilderness as well...

Amid the fury of the relentless storm,
I'm caught between land and air, 
and does anybody feel the awesome force 
that makes us look so insignificant and small!
Our works are temporary and frail,
like the empires that were great and invincible,
they may seem perfect and beautiful,
but they will lose luster and suddenly fall
and crumble into a dust of oblivion:
only this Universe was made to last forever...

My wish for serenity is swept away
by the wind's fierce currents above,
and the frenzy waves carry it along
to follow that ship that left a while ago;
and still there's no visible sky
over the prestine, white beach
where I would lie down and sleep,
hidden away from anything and anybody...

In this treacherous month of March,
I can't lay back or be faint of heart;
somehow, with willingness and brit,
I must start being realistic
and take in consideration an unpleasant day
and make the best of it anyway... 


Details | Personification | |

MOUNTAIN CRIES

The dusty hurling wind guided the darker cloud
Towards the stony shrine of a lonesome mountain.
With a roaring thunder, mountain cried out loud
And tears flooded its bosom in disguise of rain.

The bosom which is full of painful dry volcano
That sighed and waited for coming out in rage.
Instead with its teary rain tuned a pale piano
To sing a melacholic note of torn lyrical page.

Mountain,with toughness, cries with soft heart
Thorough deep smoky sighs, thunders and rains.
No one seeks its rocky heart, internally burnt
Or empathizes with its unsoothed thorny pains.


Details | Elegy | |

Burning souls

Scalding tears,empty promises,the rejoinder of corruption.

Keep away from the fire, fruit tree, bureaucracy don't scratch your pen on the 
paper.

Poison somebody's mind,my village has 800 souls.

The murderer boasts again and the fireman goes to an early grave.

I snuff a candle,knelt down and prayed,

......as the moon is beginning to wax.


Details | Triolet | |

The Bitter Wind

Forlorn, the nightingale is still bitter is the wind without song autumn cloaked in gusts of silence Forlorn, the nightingale is still ominous clouds conquer dawn’s light a somber moon has left the sky Forlorn, the nightingale is still bitter is the wind without song


Details | I do not know? | |

We Hurt For You

My arms are being torn from me 
And I'm braced so I can't fight them.
I can feel the chains digging 
Into my soul. My tears are mixing
With my blood.

I can feel my blood slowly hardening
On my body. Chains are holding me
Still so I can't fight those who hurt me.
My arms have fallen now. The only part
Of me left, is trapped.

My body is leaning 
Back now, My friends
Are watching in horror as
I'm beginning to 
Fall.

My screams echo when I 
Fall.
My friend screams as she gets cut
And I look up to her 
And stop at what I see. 

Everyone has fallen around me
And there's nothing left.
Now I know why we were hurt.
It's simple we hurt for you.


Details | Free verse | |

A white dove

A white dove


A White dove took flight as an innocent fought gallantly for life.
A victim of us. Rear legs ruined by a car, fatal for a creature of nature. But instinct 
ruling. Survival.
Grim determination to reach the verge and painful death.  Safety.
No one stopped. I did not stop. I drove on and over between my massive wheels. 
I am ashamed. Too cowardly to check my mirrors.
I want no part in this.
My tear is hidden. Private

There was no hope but that showing in the rabbit’s young face.
Our relationship with nature seems at times like this so slight, if we really have a 
relationship at all. Pretense.
I dare a glance in the mirrors.
Forty feet of trailer, steel grey sky.
No rabbit.
A white dove took flight. 



Details | I do not know? | |

Walk With Me To The Shoreline

The calm before the storm
Bids us to ignore the brewing tempest
Still the nimbus are towering beyond the horizon
As inexorably the squall line approaches our respite
Walk with me to the shoreline
For I fear not the fury
Stand with me to confront the shifting currents
And prevail the harsh elements before us
As the laden columns rise to blot the sky
And seize the light from out tomorrow
I shall rise up in contest
To ensure the continuance of our day
With a fury for the typhoon
Its winds will not deter me our days
The surf will pound around us
And violent gusts will tear at our fabric
But I refuse to be swept up in these tides
Just as these winds will dwindle to zephyrs before me
The lightning will crash and the thunder echo
But they shall gather not my attention
For I focus on the quieter seas to follow
In the days of lesser tumult
When the gentle breeze but wisps your hair
And the setting sun casts us in pleasant repose
I have seen these days before
And desire the grace of their twilight to come
They surpass any fury which can be leveled
And make as nothing the monsoon
So for now I await the storm with you here
When it arrives I shall raise my shield
To protect you from its vengeance
Will we may become dampened
We shall not drown
While we may be shaken by thunder
We shall not be disheartened
And as the seas rise around us
Our determination will summon its eye
In the morning the sun will rise again
Casting its view over the remnants
In these we will find that which we ever needed
The distractions will be blown from us
And we will sail the seas of our life
Collecting the cherished
And leaving the deadweight behind
Here in this calm before the coming storm
Walk with me to the shoreline
Trust me to shelter you
I’ll keep you ever sound
And in allowing me this protection
You shall shelter me


Details | Free verse | |

A LOVELY TOWN UNDER HEAVEN

While in the prime of my adolescence,
I left a lovely town under Heaven...
the sleek palm trees swayed softly
and the perfume of the stooping orange trees 
sweetly entered into my nostrils;
I had no time for tears, only an uttered goodbye...
friends and neighbors cried,
wishing me immense fortune!

In my naiveness, I didn't see any sadness
and hoped to find my new home
under another Heaven...a town 
never lurking in complete darkness,
because every star came out  
in full luminescence to insure me I wasn't alone....

I walked other streets much longer and wider,
thinking of the old clock-tower
overlooking the busy square where folks chattered
and sipped their cappucino or espresso
with an incredible gusto;
I wandered among glass and steel skycrapers,
searching for twinkling stars,
but I found none that glittered! 

A lost traveler...weary and stranded, 
not found by anyone on roadways,
standing at crossroads and making hard choices;
a fortune-seeker never finding his treasure intact,
envisioning an elusive concept  
at the cost of an unconceivable regret!

Time has finally lost its grip on me,
allowing me to free myself of its captivity..
making clarity even brighter than perception:
to anxiously see me walk in that town under Heaven,
and to hold in my trembling palms
the velvety petals of falling roses!


Details | Verse | |

Quality

I do not know                     the ways of Life
from birth been shown      violence and strife
a mothers embrace      was I rarely shown
childhood affection      have I not known

At age of three      from family outcast
neglect and hazards      uncertainty my past
from even those      who attempted to care
I was prevented      from being their share

Been a difficult road      since I was a child
to comprehend nature      that's tender and mild
the one who with joy      greets you each day
who shows you life's wonders      in every way

Been a slave      to the mean and the cruel
where retaliation      is an everyday tool
looking for punishment      and never for peace
from your mistakes      are never released

What surprises most      in the places I've dwelt
those who use truth      like a leather belt
the book is addressed      to you and your brother
decisions for life      made by you not another

I place before you this day      life and death
unceasing wonders      or that which takes your breath
but you are the only      one who can choose
to love your brother      the ways of death lose

From men expect      duplications of past
where religions are formed      his desires unmask
if you use men as       your standard of measure
only one man      had its fullness of treasure

There is only one standard      only one true
the fullness of Love      you must learn to do
I am the you      addressed in the book
I am the one      for its meanings must look

I must apply      its sayings to me
set the example      in everyway be
those who needed his comfort      for whom he cared
demonstrated a love      no others had dared

Mankind as a book          one he only could read
see his intentions    and what was his need
knew how to lift them     water the seed
to develop his justice         eliminate greed

It's difficult for man      to learn how to wait
takes time to learn love       get rid of hate
even in this      my frustrations well known
I want it all instantly       the lessons unshown

I know it's me      you're trying to teach
I know it's me      you're trying to reach
I'm difficult stubborn         from men shut my ears
from cruel reverberations         one everyday hears

It  takes time to digest     where thoughts run deep
to assimilate its message      its directions keep
apply every learning      with consummate skill
where all of its quality      our hearts do fill

So again I do share     a small reflection
considerations of Life       to good its subjection
one hopes the aim      for the target to mark
can be no achievement      without standards to hark 

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Haiku | |

The Tadpoles

When I was a kid
I caught hundreds of tadpoles
And left them on land!


Details | Free verse | |

Quiet Vicissitudes

Quiet vicissitudes on a lonely shore. 

Memories fading with age as the family home crumbles.

It sits alone, abandoned, on it's now private island as the ocean continually encroaches with time.

Nothing left but photographs to prove to the world it was here as a storm crashes overhead.

With one final gulp a once happy home relinquishes itself to the watery abyss.


Details | Romanticism | |

By a running stream

by a running stream of  fables and dreams
firefly beams
its not always what it seem
bewildered bejoyed
caught in a void walk with me to the stream you'll see
everything that lives and breathes
god gave to you and me
he neslted me here with you
down the stream washed away my blue
your eyes gaze lost in the haze
stay
your lips whisper my way
Love I say
thanking god for you each day
If I should be lost somehow
im not long nor far
maybe wishing on a star 
Near a running stream
is where I'll be
overthere above and beyond
pass the lily pond 
hearing an angel song
the sunlights gleam
is a fairys dream
overthere by a running stream,
 near a waterfall , where daffodills grow
palm trees flow
this place yours you know
but never go
come dont hesitate 
if you come don't be late
no, not by the lake
foregoodness sake
forever I wait
you know the place just in case
you came too late god couldnt wait
but when its time, me you'll find
holding the key
a fairytale scene
ontime or late
over here by heavensgate
fate
 



Details | I do not know? | |

Anger Spill

Blackness overrides
Beauty thought eternal 
Poison engulfs
Life believed immortal
The chilling sound
Of the nothingness heard
Screams louder
Than corporate ever could 
All the tears 
Could never wash away
The spill that seeps
Through each moment, each day
For all here know
This oil is bigger
Bigger than us all
This oil spills anger


Details | Quatrain | |

LURED BY THE SERPENT'S ASTUTENESS

Second creation of delicate flesh,
lured by the Serpent's astuteness,
why did you promptly reach for that apple
and invited me to taste it and eat it all?


Linda, didn't God warn you to keep away from that tree?
Woman, once so sinless, beautiful and full of liberty:
you brought ruin to our sun-illuminated Paradise;
now storms rage and meadows are stripped of all flowers.


Our Creator took a rib from my body with good intention,
to give you life and companionship, and make you my possession:
bearing from your womb many children...multiplying in due time,
but His plan couldn't be brought to completion with a cunning lie.


Because of you disobedience and my weakness to swiftly accept, 
we are eternally punished to roam our earth without finding soothing rest;
and the eternal curse will hinder us from being happy and being protected,  
and with hot sweat, plowing the hard soil, I must earn our bread.


Dedicated to Marilyn for her beautiful heart and gentle soul.


Details | ABC | |

The Night and Her Ways/Lost Under The Sun

there is a moon,
shining all alone
under all seas looming side to cloud
fall in our night and wait for the one who makes
slip in the prowl
the beasts hold night at growl
howling their sorrows
move midnight forever is tomorrow
come to our dark we run deep in the dusk
trust your lost soul while wait here for the sun

trust your yearning haven safely break
grey sky a-standing
standing far astray

lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun 
lost under the sun

there is a place
marble floor and blue
there is a space 
that was meant for what was you
summer now white a different sort of lone
cold in our skin deeps
looking towards our glow

lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun


Details | Narrative | |

Mother to Son

You live in another world
spiritual realm your heaven
a powerful entity in itself.

The watching of your loved ones
from the angels sky
sprinkling your wishes
of joy to them all.

Never missing anything
from the highest plane
where you can move on
to another journey.

The past, present and future
are all multi-dimensional
in the hall of records
where past judgments lie.

Spread your angel wings
fly down to me upon the earth
so I can feel you once more.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fall

for me, is but a time
when all my children lose their lime;
their pointy fingers start to rust,
and scatter round like aimless dust.

for me, is loneliness
and thoughts of worshipping Her less-
my children, bound by Her decree,
innately loose themselves from me.

for me, is caustic thoughts
of how my children flailed and fought
to mute commands from heartless wind
that tolls when bonded limbs must rend.

for me, is presence spent
without the warmth of their content-
my children tossed into the fire
against my motherly desire.

for me, is paper pain
with somber wind and hazel rain,
the counting of my children lost-
three months before the deadening frost.

for me, is dead rebirth,
the loss of life to save my worth-
my former children swept by fate;
though more, my mistress shall create.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled

There is a gentle wind blowing
outside my window.
It cracks the shutters and
splits the screen.

It tears at my roots.

It spits on my shoes.

The rain falls.
It lets go of the cloud's grasp
and falls to its death.
A billion tiny raindrops,
shattered on the earth.


Details | Rhyme | |

Save Our Wetlands

My home state loses a football field, 
Of coastal land each day of the year.
I’m no cheerleader about this,
It fills my heart with fear.

I wish I had funds to donate to the cause.
Maybe if I expressed my thoughts of the situation,
It would cause others to pause.
As the pelicans swim to the beat,
 Of their inward drum,
And contribute to the state,
That many other states of the union,
Were carved from.

Way back before humans existed,
Our dear state Louisiana was merely sea floor.
If we humans that exist today,
Don’t get serious about this erosion problem,
The state where jazz was born,
Will be sea floor once more.

Our coastal industries, beautiful magnolia trees,
And the capital of the Old South,
Will no longer exist.
We won’t be able to reminisce about anything,
If our hindrance persists.

Like bacteria attacks a cell,
Our precious land is being attacked as well.
Like our educated out migrants,
Land is leaving without being replaced.
Saving this land helps us ecologically:
This includes the human race.

Please fellow residents and people who once,
Or never lived here before.
Fill Louisiana’s heart with cheer,
By contributing to this worthy cause.
If one can’t give monetarily, 
 He or she should then take a pause.
Be creative and think of other ways,
That one is able to help this wonderful state.

We would certainly appreciate anything you do,
To help us out.
I know the pain of the land will be eased,
Without a doubt.

Our state has faith in us as we have faith in it.
Let us not only be cheerleaders, but star players.
So that our precious land can stay strong,
Throughout its layers.
This erosion problem can be very costly:
Climatic changes, loss of land, animal and plant species,
And human lives are just a few.
Please help save our wetlands,
Because it is part of the old and of the new.


Wrote November 2003 almost exactly 2 years before Hurricane Katrina,
while student @ ULM and concerned about the issue, as a student and scientist the topic of 
New Orleans going under and the Mississippi River flow and creation of Louisiana  was talked 
about since  I was in elementary school in the mid '80s was a main topic of concern for the 
gubernatorial election held that year, and during that political official's term as governor, 
Hurrican Katrina hit, Louisiana politics I tell you- they simply tell people what they want to 
hear!


Details | Haiku | |

Monsoon Rain

Now monsoon rain falls –
I miss you more than ever;
Do you miss me too?


Details | Haiku | |

Today, My Sky's Pale

today, my sky's pale
and the sun is watching me,
i bow down with pride


Details | Rhyme | |

Other Side of the Riverbed

On the silent riverbed, she stood
Where the softer wind had blown
Against the ground, she glistered star's light 
And eclipsed nature's splendor grown

Yet beauty tempted not my interest
Though her allure gleams upon thrones
But a sorrowful sound out her breath
Revealed a sorrow unknown

With the edge of elegy, she sung
A celestial kiss of tone
Heard angelic gentle melodies
And had my bleeding heart sewn

A mortal, mortally mesmerized
My reality away thrown
In fanciful fret, fraud my own heart
To lust for a heart of stone  

Was she a more perfect life than He
So to have been disowned?
Belle of heaven, curse my tenderness
But let me join in atone

In that frigid callousness of night
Her divine shine has shown
That the saddest thing for an angel  
Is for her to shine alone


Details | Free verse | |

Thought's Of The One I Knew


Looking down upon the smiling faces,
Captured in a black & white embrace
She recalls the only day of warmth in 
Late November
A freak of nature’s gift was sunlight
Touching on their skin
 Like embers
Breaking down she begs him to 
Remember
Searching for the spark to re-ignite

I can barely see. Who is she? I know her face, I think,
 I might, I can’t be sure. Maybe one day I’ll escape.
And tell her things I think I feel for her.

Through the tears she realises
The cruel exchange of sun 
For darkness
Glowing embers in the breeze 
Love is not a memory
And from the crutches of 
His blackness
He turns to see her silent sadness
Softly puts his hand upon her
In his eyes the final flicker, a tiny spark 
Enough, to say goodbye


Details | Free verse | |

TORTUGA (SEE TURTLE-RED-SEATURTLEGREEN)

...He swims
in two Centuries
His cold War
of water
An Aeonor, a "one-in-a-thousander"
Survives
- BabyBoomer -
Slowmotioning poisemass
Ballet-imposing-intrepid
like a colossal Pet!

Above & below
Fouled
by plastic Jellyfish, sets 'n nets, 
Toxoids & the toxicrowdy polluted 
"Men-O'-War"
on His Time.

The 5,200 RPM Priapus Phallus, &
Unpainless, murdermessed Terrapin
Carapace shelled & felled 
from His Home of Aeon
Beached, beyond scarred & scalded Manatee,
Beyond-Endangered...
by the endangeroususers... 

Left,
Right-now
to Us only
& the gathering flies - after the maggots -
for a "Glowspray I.D."-Interment-ignoble
out of The Sea -
this Thalassic Poet -
as Brethren search to the bottom
(knowingly)
for the disReptiled
of soft, red-eyed
Wisdom and
Grinalmostsmile
Stalled!


Details | Free verse | |

Imagine What You Can't See

The guns, the shooting, the fighting, the war. A young soldier hugs his family as he waits by the door. He knows he's ready, he knows he's right. He stayed up packing and praying all through the night. He's been training, but he's never been there, he can only imagine and prepare. His plane takes off, his heart beats fast, he's leaving for war at last. In his hand he holds a picture of his mom, dad, brother and his sister. He holds it tight and quietly wishes them farewell, he closes his eyes as tears start to swell. The plane lands in the hot heat, quickly he gets ready to jump from his seat. He runs screaming into the dark and stops, what he sees makes his heart drop. Famine, fear, diseases spread. People lying in the streets dead. Laying in the dark, staring at the moon's glare. He can only picture a gruesome nightmare.


Details | Verse | |

a lifetime full of lasting joy

no where here can i find any trouble at all,
only the enchanting elegance of ancient peace.
golden leaves scattered on tinted grass,
white pigeons gliding through drops of rain.
here i must stay i must be free to enjoy the
loveliness of no pain,
and should one tear fall from my tired eyes
then it must be from the thought of living life
through without any mysery or grief.
heavenly water falling on my aching head,
embrace me and make me a part of your 
purest self.
time begining,unending never seizing,
glad i am to be your tenant.
whispering wind echoing its eloquent verse,
a verse for always, a cradled lifetime full of
lasting joy










































Details | Free verse | |

Dancing Solo

Shadow dancers
cast your spells
your enchanting steps
to the rhythm
of unseen forces
hypnotic trances
the longing
of passionate glances
in a smoke filled
darkened room
under dim light
of observation.

Guitar strings filled the air
trumpets blasted
emotional tunes
smoking hues
laughing tears
drowning in beers of forgetting.

Stealing kisses in the night
from hungry strangers
aching for something
they can not fight
their loneliness following them
like a sleepless stalker
with zombie eyes and frozen hearts.

Sleeping alone again
on their vacant sheets 
of painted glass.

Watching over me.

You are my only lover.


Details | Haiku | |

Why the People Died

          Who understood them-
The waves- clinging to their feet.
                    Nature's fatal force.


Details | Quatrain | |

Farewell, Dear Nightbird ( Cowritten with Carolyn Devonshire )

You were but three inches tall that day
When I heard you cry and ran outside
To stand between you, my beloved owl
And a swooping hawk, wings three-feet wide
 
          Little me, new born owl of the night
          Staying in my wooded habitat
          Being brave enough to venture out
          Golly, Ollie, thinking what was that
 
Each night you have serenaded me
But today I bring sad news, sweet friend
I must move away and leave you here
Our life together's about to end
 
          To part, but in different places
          The lovely times we shared together
          This so sad Barn Owl and his neighbour
          We two birds will always be tethered

And when the moon overcomes the sun
I'll listen for your cries o'er the waves
Your gentle croon brought peace and comfort
It's a memory my heart will save



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/carolyn.php


Details | I do not know? | |

Ever Green Tree

Every year trees shed their leaves
Which carry their pain and worries
I am a strange sort of tree
My leaves increase but never departs me
Spring is the favourite season for all
Trees like me long for the fall


Details | I do not know? | |

Life In Squalor

Squatters acquire the land
And no questions are asked.

Hovers litter the place
And open drains greet the eyes.

Stench queezes the life
But sellers defy the odour;
Frequent epidemic and death,
But the population continues to grow.

Nobody to care;
No questions are asked;
Sheer naked life,
Ever ready for the end.


Details | Ballad | |

WATERBURY'S PAST GLORY

Old Brass City
with massive gothic chuches,
abandoned rail-roads
and run-down factories...
we still glimpse into that bygone glory
which made your name so famous!

O Waterbury, no Christmas 
can be compared to yours,
when Main Street glitters under the fluffy snow
and everyone hummers a carol!
O Waterbury, those starry nights
are too surreal and make lovers fantasize!

Old Brass City,in ninenteen-forty-two
lads and gals were sent to war to fight the Cruel,
and mothers cried as their sons and daughters
left this once-happy-town of friendly and kind folks!
And despite all the sorrow and pain yet to be,
they proudly marched off to defeat the enemy!

O Waterbury, your monuments inspire hope,
and remind all of your past glory and leadership;
and the brave soldiers who sacrificed all...
became those heroes we've engraved into the soul!
Some returned, many died to seal their fate,
and their courage and valour put an end to all hate!


Details | Free verse | |

The Times Are Changing

This was our your favorite place as a child.
You rode your bike up and down the old root covered path.
It was a place of tranquility.
Now this place of you childhood has been changed.
All that is there now are condos and housing units.
What was once a root covered path is now unforgiving asphalt.
Instead of tranquility a new feeling resides here.
Hate and sorrow is now felt.
Hate for the people that did this to your getaway.
Sorrow for the loss of an old home.
But this is the way of our world.
We destroy the things we love.


Details | Acrostic | |

Beginning of an End

On this 
Night
Everything that 
Loves will loose.
Everything that lives
At last will die.
Forts will crumble.
Fate will step back
And nap.
Lovers will cry and heartache will
Laugh. Tonight in the 
Still Wind Cold.  


Details | Free verse | |

How How How...

How beautiful the rain is 
For no one can see
Me tears…

How comforting the snow is
For no one can find
Traces of my feet
When it melts away…

How curious the sea is
For it roars and then 
Resides to silence…

How free the sun is
For no one can claim
To own its rays…

How delicate the moon is
For it hides behind the clouds
Lest some shadow steals
Its silver beams…

How magical the night is
For you whisper your fears and worries
And it listens, calms you down
With dreamy lullabies…


How secretive the life is
For you cannot know its secrets
Unless you unfold yours…


Details | Haiku | |

Of a Search for Love

          The thunder- striking-
Where my heart- seek- Woman's love...
                    Daunting, wounding- flames.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hide and seek with life

Two realities.
=
“You can never give someone something 
without losing it, feeling its loss.”
He tells me, his dreamy eyes fixed on 
the currencies quivering in
the evening breeze coming down.
Time is purring from the bushes, shrubs.
The monies disappear soon, like 
those clever parrots, always alert.
He is now my appointed guide; 
together we enter the verdant
density of the immense unknown.
From behind, my hotel’s verandah 
tries to keep looking at us through green
trees and leaves; at last utterly fails.
We come to the ancient cedar 
with two owls, presently sleeping.
A rodent comes out to try to salvage 
the foods, it has left hearing steps.
Soon the owls will rise. Then it will be 
same ‘hide and seek’ before the rodent 
is eaten. We are there. Waiting 
for a predator as entertainment.  

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Light Poetry | |

WHY GOD SELECT YOU

Arthur Ashe-

A Wimbledon legend he,

Took him AIDS as mourning eyes like a Sea,

"Why God selected you for AIDS"? wrote one Ashe,

"When millions playing tennis,became champion I,see,

Then I didn't asked God why me",

Replied Ashe!


Details | Acrostic | |

Sad

Seasonal
Affective
Disorder

When
Evening

Night
Eventually
Ends
Disporportionally sooner

Lights
Inside needed
Great outside light diminished
Help needed
To end sad

(SAD is an illness that some people have when they don't get enough light in 
the winter and some people have an additional illness to getting too much 
light in summer which causes depression.)


Details | Lyric | |

Autumns Passing Tears

While lying on my side in bed
I stare through windowpane and shade
And watch the autumn season fade
With every falling golden dead;
And with each leafs descent to ground
A sadness seeps into my soul.
I turn around then lose control
And shed my tears without a sound.
Why must this season loveliness
Take leave from me each passing year
And take with it all I hold dear
And leave me with this emptiness?


Details | Haiku | |

The full moon

On this summer’s night
There is full moon in the sky
But I want to cry!


Details | Haiku | |

Grains of Sand

Weathered, eroded...
All these fragile stones and shells
now peacefully rest.


Details | Free verse | |

The Ride

  Liquid filled dreams crept through the cool night breeze as a still distant thunder cracked the horizon.

  I thought to my self that an earth quake must be taking ground for it’s sake. 

  Safe over the hill and still quit far up aways my moms home baked cookies broke the day.
 
  I had my own “Loc Ness”, quite the demon, and as not to sneak snacks was an easyprice to pay.

  My world began empty and cold as it seemed from one life bring wisdom.
 
Rough enough storm to destroy, every thing that we knew, the tusnami -a wave of a storm.

  I confess to hearing her laugh what a story this was going to make. 

  Later they tried to pan the bottom of the oceans floor hoping to avoid more. 

  And I will leave you here on your own but then after it’s done you’ll be home.
 
  No matter what you’ll stay, but if another one comes Austrailia is that way,my moms arm waved.

   And I see her begining to stare, her mind was set on wide open to get it all those people saved.

  I do still answer myself again and again about why if it hurts so bad, 

The answers all began to be crystal clear and the answer is; 

She worked hard to make it a decent place to live and storms bad enough they called in the Hubble.

   A tusnami destroys everything. 

  Everything she loves about her life is in rubble.

 Based on the idea of how people live,

   And why she cares when they die, 

Fighting with intimacy, 

  While they drag the sea to collect people who died, 

  And my mind begins to wonder why the storms taking so long to decide, 

We are waiting here waiting for another heck of a ride.


Details | I do not know? | |

After the Rain

After the rain goes away,
All bad things have been washed away.
My tears fell with the fallen rain drops
And they will wash away down stream with all the tears
From the sky.
When the rain dries up and
All  my pain has withered away with it, 
The flowers bloom again and the sun comes back out 
And all the joy I have lost has come back into my heart. 
After the sun comes out and  suns rays are shining,
I feel so lifted and happy once again.
Like all my burdens are gone and I have been set free.
After the rain clouds come,
I feel sadness in my heart again and the pain comes back 
Just as before and I feel my eyes start to tear up and water.
After the rain falls,
This cycle will start all over again.
It is never ending and it's the story of my life--
It's how it will always be--
After the rain. 


Details | Free verse | |

Woman Down

The ocean cringed
Its body being violated
Over and over again
Nobody stopped it, only watched
With eyes filled with a disgusting lust
The ocean closed her eyes
And endured the pain
It was necessary
In trade, she'll go back to paradise
Every day, looking at her sky
The sky with curious brown eyes
And wonderful blonde hair
One violator fills her with trash
The next extinguishes a cigarette
On her already bruised body
But she endures it
Knowing better days are coming


Details | Tanka | |

The street dog

I was drinking tea
Suddenly a street dog came
Wagging tail and head;
He wanted some food to eat
By his body language!


Details | Free verse | |

Paints The Sky

She paints the sky with white and blue, 
With a stroke of her hand, a paradise for two. 
She paints the sky, where our love reigns true. 
But now she paints the sky with shifting clouds, dark colors, shades, and hues. 
What has happened here, in our paradise, just me and you? 
The sun has set, in this idealistic world, now bleeding down the canvas, lost and untrue.
She has raped my sky, with lines, foreign colors, and haikus. 
She riddles me lies, promising if my heart stays true, 
The sun will rise again, in this monstrosity, built in the minds of we two. 
Next time she strokes the brush, I expect bright colors, shades, and hues. 
But this time something unexpected happens, 
This time, 
She paints the sky, 
Monsoon.


Details | Free verse | |

Lifes' Battle

I fight against  the wind
Hungering for the warmth of the sun
Waves beat against my body
Shredding my clothes into rags
Tears run down my face
Scorching and burning my cheeks 
Blistered dried lips hunger for a kiss
While a world of shadows passes me by
I become naked, bloodied from the winds 
Bearing my true self  to a sea of stone


Details | Rhyme | |

WAITING ON A GOODBYE

Gazing through an open and sunless window,
this lonely poet admires the Autumn's auburn scenery;
ravens, shallows and sparrows gather on the faded lawn...
waiting on a goodbye I can't approve without tears or melancholy. 


My sorrow will flee swifter than their speed,
and although their journey will be brief, I will grieve
by watching their nests tossed by the fierce wind with a loud cry;
o sad and shivering creatures, sing me your last song as I wait on your goodbye!


Details | Free verse | |

Your Insight

You are powerful even in the darkest of days... I prayed for Your insight
Night and Day...every pondering moment.
You responded to my prayers in many unique ways...You made my spirit take flight 
What should I say? You scrubbed off my lament. 

You relieved me from distress
You fearlessly strengthened my hope 
and frayed my fear
Now I'm in high spirits with freewill and delight...
and I must confess
You wiped away the boundless tears, shattering my negativity...
your love is crystal clear now!

Am I still that hovering angel...yearning for some light?
Am I still that naive spirit, giving in to the darkness and seeking plight?

I know God loves me, but I doubt Him still
God revealed His love with my whole family...but i don't feel right
I know God cares for us, I see no sign of Him or His will... 
God dealt with us with patience and kindness, but I can't yield on to His radiance so full of might

You are fruitful even in the darkest hours...I prayed for Your delight
To fall upon me day and night...effecting my every thought process
You promised me Your blessings and upcoming Kingdom every time I consider Your Word... You made my dreams come true and lingered around me despite
My bitter, spiteful words that I didn't mean to say... Is there any hope that I'll ever be successful during this time of cheerlessness 

But, I believe God is a merciful creator!!


Details | Rhyme | |

Deep

Deep



You cannot reach me
I am far beyond your grasp
Slipping beneath the waves

The air is so far away
From the depths i'm in
Absolute zero is Clay
Only the surface of my skin

Void to warmth of sunshine
Farther than the light can reach
Evolving to live on the shallows' waste
Been so long since there's been taste
Bottomfeeder wants to be a leach


Down here, the pressure is immense
A vacuuous life
Intensely defensive
Silently sighing some more
Holding my breath


The plunge awaits
In patient certainty
But the water does not discern
It runs deeper than the fates
And the point of no return


Details | ABC | |

The mirror

I looked in the mirror 
Life was drawing on my face 
Happiness and sorrows
Lines engraved 
My own moments
Lost in time 
Deep experiences
Dug in my skin.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Free verse | |

Perfection in the Sky

Some days you see perfection in the sky
and it can bother you that that perfection
is not within you

Some days you look up to see dirty buildings and filthy air
and you wonder where the beauty is 
and if it really still exists
and you realize the outside does not match the beauty 
desired inside

Some days the sky is gray and rain falls in relief
And its in these days that you are in peace
because whatever hindrance that you keep pent up
is somehow comforted by the sky's release
And that part of melancholy
can just be

...And it is in these days
when you are wrecked and cloudy,
that particles of hope condense
ready to rain joy upon you,
because you know that in the morning
bright blue will once again gleam in your eyes
and the air will breath of relief
and rainbows will speak of the promise of life
and the perfection you see in the sky
will spill straight into your soul


Details | Free verse | |

murmur of the wind

she feels cold, chilled,
as though an icy frost
has blanketed her..

it is mid summer
the sun is scorching
vibrant hues of orange..

yet she feels numb
her pain is not visible
to the naked eye..

she is silent, without words
all she hears is her own murmur
unaudible sounds; they frighten her..

the flapping wings of a crow
startle her, it's massive black wings
seemingly come straight at her..

the lull of the waves soothes her
she feels safe, cocooned, mesmerized
by the vastness of the sparkling ocean..

it is at this moment
she feels a strength from within
a murmur in her soul speaking to her..

guiding her, comforting her
letting her know she is not alone
as the wind sings a melodic tune..

she feels a comfort she thought long lost, 
never to be felt again
while the murmur of the wind sings to her..

as the chill slowly subsides 
a flock of snow white geese 
dance gracefully in the rays of the sun..

she feels a warmth from within
as she giggles at the tickling
of the sand squishing between her toes..

where darkness once lived
she now sees a glimmer of light
from the sky, ocean and murmur of the wind..

she laughs and gleefully shouts
"i will be ok", i am but a mere speck of sand
tenderly guided by; the murmur of the wind.


Details | I do not know? | |

Nature Falls

Towards the woods I made my way
And trees of green there lay
Swaying in the gentle breeze
With branches in the mist

The leaves they sing a rustling song
The birds they fly in lines of long
The leaves the branches try to hold
Afraid to lose them in the cold

The trees give whispers to each other
Speaking through the winds that shudder
Beauty was all on my mind
And helped my troubled heart to chime

With sudden change the axemen came
Their swinging weapons left untamed
Hewn were trees from trunk to trunk
What's left of them were wooden chunks
And when one falls the others weep
With painful sighs, the sadness they keep

"Oh my Lord, thou save us! Save us!
Blades that hurt and blades that rust
Blades that put us in sleeps that's cursed
Blades from men that's full of lust
Save us! Save us! Wilt thou save us!"

Those were sobs the trees cried out
Trees of tall and trees of stout
Trees of young and trees of old
Those were the words that were told
With sadness and eternal fear
And from thy's eyes there came a tear


Details | Haiku | |

engulfing oil

a mirror , vanished...

unclear the fate of mankind...

black clouds suffocate!!...


Details | Blank verse | |

Lacking You

Lying in the cool grass,
Looking up,
Admiring the twinkling lanterns
Hung randomly in the black sky.
Are you looking at the same sky?
And focusing on the same star?
And thinking about me?
My head shakes vigorously
In an attempt to get you out,
But it does no good.
A star shoots across the sky,
Momentarily disturbing the
Tranquility.
I close my eyes,
Deep breath in,
And wish for you.
It's all I have,
Wishes that dont come true,
And tears.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Will we ever understand

The waves of death...

"What a wonderful world we live in",
Are the words that are frequently said. 
But an earthquake in Asia some years ago, 
Left thousands of people dead. 

An earthquake borne from far within,
This planets deep blue sea. 
Islands and countries forever scarred,
By a raging tsunami.

To witness such acts of nature,
Hearing screams and deathly squeals. 
The waters relentless advancing force,
Gripping at peoples heels. 
Trains tossed aside like childrens toys,
While bodies flow on by. 
Thousands trapped beneath the waves,
How could so many die? 

As waters receded, only then did we see,
What destruction was lain in our path. 
Bodies and buildings entombed in mud,
A product of natures wrath.

Bodies strewn across the plains,
Once blessed by Gods' own hand. 
Orphans and widows left in its wake,
Will we ever understand? 

Such a disaster never seen before,
Brought on by a killer tide. 
May we never see its like again,
And may God always be at your side...


Details | Free verse | |

Nightly Tale

Summer bloom,
soaked in grey moonlit gloom,
among sighs of eerie copper sky.

Slowly rises dawn, 
sweeping off darkness thereby,
splashing infectious smiles weaving purple reply, 

dew drops await in lingering veil,
whispering in detail,
nightly tale.

Form - Trois-par-huit


Details | Haiku | |

A Pretty White Rose

a pretty white rose
her robe is being filled with
tears from someone's eyes


Details | Lyric | |

Harp

Written November 17, 2013


Fields of flowers
Rest around our heads
While photos of blood
Surround our beds
On pedestals we stand
Preaching to the world
Something foretold
By heretics in white
And neighbors in black
Who claim they already knew that

Rain beats down on my roof
To the tune of Duke Ellington
And to the Scat Man we dance
It's all we have left in this world
Penniless pockets 
Play the vagabond game
While the vultures in Eden
Circle the insane
Who hear the angels sing
Refrains and quatrains

Who can be a spokesman
For those who cannot speak
A preacher for the downtrodden
A dollar dropped at hand
For the bum on Main and Port
Traveling through strife
No child or wife
To dedicate his life
No hope to beat his drum
No harp for strings he's strung


Details | Cinquain | |

Flooding Rivers (Cinquain)

Rivers
Flowing over
Destroying many homes
Sadness upsetting many hearts
Flooding


© Joseph, 8/19/07
© All Rights Reserved


Details | Quatrain | |

Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Our “Mother Earth” has filled her graves; dread stays.
Entrapping thousands in her hungry jaws.
She quivered with her deepest rage, oh, day.
And from her belly under seas roars cause.

Spitting fire, destroying, homes; thus stealing breath.
Disaster bound its heart to tears affright.
Rescuers search the rubbles heaped with … Death.
She killed the young and old with just one bite. 

Gone; children ripped from parents while they played.
And Old folks lost in thought found not their stay.
In moments those that lived had passed away.
Now destitute, survivors to God pray.

The rich and poor together work, none tire.
Will hopes and prayers revive their stolen days?
The rescued, shocked, and dazed reap horrors’, ire.
Life lost beneath debris turns to a blaze.

The world looks on with wonder, all amazed.
Resilient, pained, some brave survivors’ fight.
For tragedy had thrust death’s dreadful phase.
But human strengths arose to face their plight.

As help from other lands aid dreams betrayed.
Reminding all who lived that we are one.
United humans, tasting dread; strength stayed.
Compassion, peace, and love beneath the sun.


© © Dane Smith-Johnsen
January 31, 2010

Poetic form: Quatrain


Details | Ottava rima | |

VERSES VIBRANT WITH LIFE

Read me verses
vibrant with life,
not sad epitaphs;
paint me my portrait
with a lustrous light...
be a Cavaraggio, or Rembrandt,
and my replicas sell in the market
for a price that suits any wallet.


I was given a name,
and with gilt I embellished it;
gladsome to glitter and giggle,
blooming as a rose bud caressed
by the wind's soft breath;
and its seed will be transported 
far-away, to germinate by a godly temple,
and there I will meet a favorable, clement fate. 


A tombstone is the place
for the soul's eternal rest,
my bones will lie within it...these brittle bones
once covered by flesh, but its spirit
will depart to ascend from the realm of mortals;
and sleep it will...until a mighty voice will awaken it,
there with the angels of Paradise I will write my praises,
and seeing the sorrow of the living, I will act upon their behalf.


Read me verses
vibrant with life;
epistles that the New Testament's
devoted scribes wrote.
Sing me odes of the glory to come, put aside
the longest elegy, don't trifle
with my final wish, everything else is trivial;
look into the Heavens, I will smile... 
 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | I do not know? | |

I am

So here I stand, an empty man
The one who never found his soul
Thus here I know, and here I die
The life that never knew its sigh

Was lost in something more than this
Was begging but to find release
To wash away the crimson tears
Within your eyes, without your fears

I find the wilted rose can't last
It fades, it withers still too fast
But I can't bring myself to leave
All of these empty memories

And I've known the sunrise
To bring tears to my eyes
And I've seen the sunset
Wash away my regret
And I've felt all these tears
Wash away what were years
I have felt, in that night,
That true love was true sight

So here I kneel, an empty man
Who's drowned his soul within the rain
So here I die, so here I've lived
My heart was all that I could give
I've plunged my life into my pain
My heart could never feel the same
My soul is broken once again
As I drown in these tears of rain


Details | Free verse | |

Works of Art

Have you ever seen
The portrait of a dog
Painted on the road,
Not in the great tradition
Of living colours as you’d 
Expect, but in all the 
Terror and detail of
An untimely death?

Have you ever seen
The sketch of an imposing house
Rendered not in vibrant charcoal
But the coal of shattered
Hopes and burnt out hulks-
The work of the Great Artist above
Or the mean imitation of an earthly forger?

Have you ever seen 
The picture of an ocean beach
With dark waters lapping
The fish-laid shore,
Not the magnum opus of
A master in oils; but
The work of an oil slick?

Have you ever seen
These great Works of Art?
And have you ever wondered why
You had to be
The great portrait
Of a Master Caricaturist?


Details | Rhyme | |

BEAUTY

Gentleness invokes kinship,
more than trust's oft biased recommend,
that fills my warranty for beauty's own in crypt,
I thank thee God, for measures in contend!

Forever, in that beauty were love's tend,
the faith between true friendship might erupt,
still it is forceful, deft attainment's quip,
mere looking gives to Soul, some filling up!

And see thee still, in all my eyes do ground,
wherein love's mercy must have contemplate,
if it were loathsome in some vile resound,
my heart would not have of these words found state!

Oh beauty, you are mine, not underrate,
the vestige I did yearn to so expound,
when will is chastised so, the quiet sedate
does moisten my eyes swell, no more impound!

Thy beauty love, be love, in nature's gate,
the seaming center of this garment's strung
holds empathy as moment's turn belay
the love that I do feel, be inward sung!


Details | Haiku | |

A Rose

         A beautiful rose
Dressed in ablazing color
      A blood in my hand


Details | I do not know? | |

Dormant Luv

Far away,
in the thickest woods
where frozen mist drifts
beside the pure water springs
on soft green grass we two lay
i lean upon you 
as sky lean upon earth
centuries would pass
some bright day morn
some reckless would come and find 
two bodies glittering like crystals
arms so embodied as branches
lips so compact 
one can not dissimilar the two.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Sunshine in a Hurricane

Your face...is a flower..delicate and beautiful..
 Your eyes..a waterfall of blue..diamonds..
The clouds..and rain..surround me..
 I stand on a mountain..bitter and cold in every way..
Nowhere for me to seek shelter..
 I know my days..will end..
I know my heart..so full of love..will cease to beat..
 I have only this ..letter..to send..
I have only this..dream..of being..free..
 They say..every boy  becomes a man..
They say..every girl must become mature..
 If we grow old...and sacrifice...our youth..for love..will we endure..
No..we will..wither..and fade..grasping..to hold on..as we slowly die..
  We will dance..until we fall..we will laugh ..until we cry..
I say..if I am first to go..You say I must remain..
  We both will die..of broken hearts..
Like sunshine..in a hurricane.
 written by 
T.C.Fulton


Details | Free verse | |

Illusion-Soaked Highway

Gazing across this long
stretch of pavement,
my thoughts are fleeting.
Familiar acquaintances
appear as apparitions
on the illusion-soaked highway.
Have I been here before?
That's hard to determine.
The trees cast lonely shadows
on the sand.
The sun sparkles on each grain
and gives light to the darkness
felt deep inside one's soul.
One can scarcely find beauty
unless he ventures into 
unspoiled nature,
where the sky is free
to harmonize with the land.


Details | Free verse | |

When Did We Start Hating Nature?

When did we start hating nature?
Fields of flowers plowed under
Killed to make room for a Walmart
Miles of trees cut down to make a road
Grey asphalt with white and yellow lines
Lines that lead nowhere and everywhere
Air once clear and cool changed
Pollution turns the bright blue to brown
Chemical trails replace clouds
As the birds drop from the skies
Water once teemed with life
Is now covered with waste detergent
And slick with a million barrels of oil
Mother Nature gave us a gift
A pristine planet
Fresh air
Clean water
A world of trees and flowers.
Man decided to make it more efficient
To waste what she gave us
To slowly kill our planet
The question remains
When did we start hating nature?


Details | Ballad | |

Woman in Black

You asked 
about the world, 
 I see it...
all these years, 
you don't know me 
I hold my tongue, 
afraid  
if  answered  
safe but not sound...

 My eyes, the world is 
 for good and evil. 

Without day, 
there is no night. 
Without hate, 
there is no love. 
Without a woman, 
there is no man. 
 it goes on and on 
while the world turns. 

The world, 
 makes me sad. 
 not proud to be an American 
 the Anti-Christ for a president. 
Damaged and lost. 
 not a big lover of mankind. 
prefer to be alone, 
but connection 
is important   
to feel alive, 
love is most.

 I am a loner 
People scare me. 
chaos, 
phoniness, bitterness, 
immorality, murder, 
hate, and unoriginality. 
savages running around 
wherever I turn. 
  true love? 
 so caught up 
...it disgusts me.   
I can't breathe. 
I can't hide. 
So much noise. 
So much sorrow 
Broken children, broken families. 
Broken hearts, broken spirits. 

Violins play 
all day long....
weeping for the world.......
I wear black...
 how I feel.

Of course, 
Love  
sees it all differently,  
God 
and many beautiful people out there 
 


 few and far between, 
 when I have the pleasure 
it's powerful 
Especially  
having that circle of
valuing my womanhood. 
I do in love. 
I do in true 
good, 
 the point of living  
 has touched me 
no words 
 have been close  
 He's close to me, 
calling me, 
wanting me 
like  once before. 
He is real. 
When I was close to Him, 
He painted a picture  
to uplift me. 
the moon. 
in awe . 
the beach 
on a full moon night, 
swimming 
in the black water with you. 
 sunsets. 
 animals. 
And babies. 
Nothing like the sight 
of a baby's smile, 
and the light 
Fresh, pure, 
and full of hope 
for the world.



Details | Rhyme | |

THE LADY WITH THE LOOK OF SERENITY

The Lady with the look of serenity fell asleep towards noon
dreaming of her love by a very beautiful mimosa tree
that seemed to hold the  transparent, patchy moon
into its branches gleaming with dew as they waved softly. 


Over the dark and eerie forest clouds rose thicker than smoke,
only a sparrowhawk would come down and curiously look
and see her laying there face-up as if she were dead...
he wondered why such a stunning beauty seemed sad.


The spirit of dawn stood over her body as a stately sentinel
thinking she was dreaming, but didn't hear her heartbeat,
and patiently waited for her to wake up and wish her well;
he never realized she was a corpse with the coldest feet.  


The lady with the look of serenity wasn't another sleeping beauty,
she took a vile of poison and waited to die on the prettiest meadow,
refusing to remember that unfaithful lover who made her sad and weary;
why did she choose death...instead of living as free as any sparrow?


Details | I do not know? | |

Seedling

Given love and hope and warmth and light
The seedling can begin its fight
Defy the elements trying to survive
Trying so hard despite its short time alive
Your love and hope and warmth and light
Is all that gets me through the night
I would surrender without you by my side
Drowned by all of the tears I cried
Given hate and despair and darkness cold
The seedling never even grows old
Brutally defeated by the frigid frost
Cold winds blow another life is lost
My hate and despair and darkness cold
Is closing my heart making me old
Overwhelmed by all the time I've lost
My soul is a land of tundra and frost


Details | Rhyme | |

The Aging Tree

 
Your sharp blade, your crushing strikes, O axe! Cut me not!  
         Allow my life reach its climax, cut me not, cut me not!

 My feeble life’s still in my body’s confines
          My difficult breathing under the canopy of skies
          No sparkle of hope in my heart shines
 I am lonely and sad, in my eyes nothing but despair lies
  
 The wine of moonlight doesn't filter through my branch's sieve
     The fireflies illuminate not my lonely dark nights
     Chicks ‘ave flown; on my bow birds their deserted nests leave 
              No squirrel on my trunk, for its mate fights 
  
No butterfly dances on my arms bare
  No child builds earthen castles on my feet
A wanderer no more gets my shade’s care
         Soon I’ll myself fall and destiny meet
 
 A flash back of my deprived, neglected childhood
             Wasn’t I self-sprouting on a rugged desolate land?
Not behind my upbringing a caring gardener stood 
           Fierce winds and lightning lashed me unrestrained
 
                   Upon me fell the rays of the burning sun enraged
Inflicting wounds, ripping my bark and burning tender skin
       To destroy me was the object that kept each one engaged
  Clinging to the breast of my mother-earth suckling I begin
 
  
Lovingly the mother-earth held me to her bosom tight
                 Monstrous was the cruelty and tyranny unleashed
The cyclone of adversities engaged me continually in fight
          Every dagger pointing at me, every sword unsheathed
 
           
                  Thus, I grew up as a full-blown luscious tree
 The clouds welcomed my adolescence unfurling their hairs
  On my leaves the raindrops engaged in a dancing spree
  Not one from the host of trees my height and beauty bears
 
But, now isn’t the time to talk about the olden days
The claws of time mauled my physique, my dreams and my thought
            Listen to what my every sinking pulse prays
                                Cut me not, O axe! Cut me not, cut me not.
 


Details | I do not know? | |

You

When ever I meet you 
I think that my life is only for you 
There is a home in my heart 
Little but enough to love you 

There is autumn in my city 
So I gathered pale leafs for you 
And freshen  them by my tears 
Might I can blossom them for you 

Leaves on road, and withered flowers 
But lo in my eyes, there is a heaven for you 
Life is colorful, it is the world of colors 
But all the colors are faint before  you 

yesterday I catch a butterfly 
And put into a bottle for you 
Today it has die, and told me from sky 
Beauty is, to see, to amuse ,but not for you 

   


Details | Tanka | |

Triple Tanka-CHANGING COLORS AND MOODS

Green was the color
which my sight beheld for long,
now trees turn auburn
setting a melancholic mood...
mourning the liveliness gone.


Lofty, dense mountains
tower hills with grapes and pumpkins
as their aroma spreads;
these cliffs suited for olive groves...
won't protect them from a storm.


Thoughts intensify,
foreseeing winter's sadness,
noticing the wise ants
storing food before snow comes...
this image makes one ponder. 


 


Details | Free verse | |

Erudite destruction.

 I sat in the rain with the world at my feet
and I sighed.
Staring into it's eyes; it's limitless gaze.
I swooned amidst the tragedy of a starving visage.
I cried at the birth of morning light;
Of the sun dappled vastness; the twittering congregation
that scorned my affections with ignorant, cheerful song.

The rain continued to fall in shivering waves.
Each droplet a wish I never made,
a promise I never kept,
a conclusion I never dared dream.
While the trees sang in unison, each leaf rejoicing
as my screams refused to interrupt their hedonistic sunrise.

The morning opened its jaws; wide, loose and jagged,
like the sharpened words of an ex lover.
It spoke to me in tongues and sang to me in Dutch.
I sat abashed, vainly interpreting such linguistically tainted insight
with a gaping mouth and clenched fists.
Revelling in the sadness of misunderstanding.

I merely nodded then, smiling warmer than the rising sun,
pretending that I had the slightest idea
as to what the morning was all about.
It laughed in my face.
Offering me a hand and a look of condemnation,
with a saddened smile that was too brief to register.
Our palms met and I shuddered at the plainness of its touch.

Onward we walked, as I marvelled at my fellow inmates.
Rotten fruit of damaged trees, walls left unpainted,
Stories that had reduced their writers to tears and disbelief.
Tangled, weeping, sceptics.
Erudite destruction.
I would have screamed, had the night not already covered by mouth
with the dark skin of a slender, furtive hand.

I watched with disdain, knowing I was among my kin;
I was one of the townsfolk in a city long since created
and left to crumble in ruins.
I felt the bile rise in my throat and the air leave my lungs
as I began to run back into darkness.

I turned my head so blithely that the morning shed a tear.


Details | Free verse | |

My Love, Hush Now

Be still, my love...I whisper steadily...
The predator is out to kill...hush now!
Don't scream in pain...resist it or we'll suffer intensely...

Get ready...my dove...I shout fearlessly...
The hawk will snatch you with a thrill...be brave now!
Don't unleash your fear or we'll be mourning fretfully...


Details | ABC | |

Food to eternity

And you small human being who really will know that you were here? 
After three generations you will be deleted from human memories. 
Who will know that you have passed from the earth?  
Time is the killer of  all the memories.
And the natur is your killer. 

Don't try to understand. 
Try to give, 
love, 
and share.
Life is always bitter sweet 
get only what gives to you. 
If you want more you will never be happy. 

Your life is the beginning from your end. 
Nature does not recognize you as personality, 
You are a piece of the puzzle of life. 
You are not all the puzzle. 
Your mission is just  to give life and food to eternity. 
And the eternity is the reason that you exist.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Couplet | |

Nothing Can Happen

I stare into the dark abyss
Midnight ice; a wicked hiss
Wading through the solemn storm
Deepest depression takes its form
Shattered promises and lost dreams
Happiness torn apart at its seams
Phantoms dance gleefully in the hail
They knew that your life would derail
Was it not they who hid in your mind?
Whispering their assurances, all will be fine
Perhaps today this wasn't the case
Hot salty tears trail down your face
An answer to the winter wind
Leaving fear with those who've sinned
Enveloped finally by sweet surrender
Inside fades a dull ember
Giving in, succumbing to midnight entrapment
Heaviness descends, of course... nothing can happen


Details | Ballad | |

Low Man Is Due

A low man is due...
My eyes seek reality,
My fingers feel for faith.
Touch clean with a dirty hand,
I touch the clean to the waste.
I fall cause I let go,
The net below has rot away.
And I cry to the alleyway,
Confess all to the rain.
But I lie straight to the mirror,
The one I've broken to match my face.
The fire is so warm,
But nowhere safe from the storm.
And I can't bear to see,
What I've let me be.
So wicked and worn.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.
So low the sky is all I see,
All I want from you is forgive me.
My eyes seek reality,
And my fingers seek my veins.
There's a dog at your back step,
He must come in from the rain.
But you bring that poor dog in from the rain,
Though he just wants right back out again.
So my fingers feel for faith,
And my eyes seek reality.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.


Details | Rhyme | |

Evolutions Final Mistake

What was not to be revealed
Was hidden to late
What was never to be created
Unknowing sealed this planet’s fate

Governed by the powerful
Helpless to their law
Blinded by incompetence
Feebleminded are all

The only thing certain
In our pathetic lives of shame
Is death, and the servitude
To our rulers’ absolute reign

Through centuries of manipulation
We have surrendered our birth-given minds
Dominated by those in command
Yet seem to remain politically blind

Our lives were conquered
By those who lived long before
Now we live enslaved
Following orders more and more

For people supposedly free
We have scores of laws to abide
For people of equal rights
Discrimination is so very common in our enforcers’ eye

So unforgiving we have become
As history continues to unfold
Due to our species defects
All must relinquish their souls

No longer are we able 
To select our own direction
We shall witness the destruction
Of the world, due to our idiocy, and dictation



Our appointed leaders are not to blame,
For their actions we condone
In all actuality the fault
Is that of our own

The evil known as power
May be easily undone
If humanity throughout the world
Banded together as one

If that ever happens
Then free to live our own lives we shall be
Not worrying about incarceration
Able to do anything, making us truly free

Yet that is not possible
For our species is defective
Even though we try
To be so corrective

With our creation
Came one certain fact
We will destroy this world
While each other we attack

We were built for mass destruction
That’s the only reason we are here
Nuclear war shall undo creation
The end is so very near


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Out to Play

Clouds enclose the sky
little children say good-bye
sad faces up rise


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Childhood's End

Being

grown-up

means

the snow

isn’t magic

anymore.


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The cocoon of pain

If I were to look at
All my past life
My painful frightful beginnings
All the mistakes
All the tragedies
All the things I should have prevented
Those that could not have been helped
If I look at it all
As only a beginning...
As it was
Only a cocoon that I went into...
And I worked myself
Back out of it
Through all the suffering and tragedy
I grew stronger and stronger
And when the proper time came
When I was sufficiently strong enough
I would break through all that I was
To become all that I could be
To emerge the new...
The transformed...
But do I become the beautiful butterfly
Sucking sweet nectar
And bringing joy to all who see me
Or will I emerge the moth
Not quite so beautiful
And feeding off of clothing
A nuisance to society
And drawn to things that will kill it
Like flames and bug zappers
No, it is certain
I will no longer crawl around small and helpless
Like a caterpillar
But instead I will fly high and free
But will my tragedy
Have turned me beautiful
Like the butterfly
Or will I still be drawn
Like the moth
Or  like the dog to its own vomit
To that which will continue to destroy and kill me


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Time

The cadence swells in the starlit sky
The light still dwells when night is nigh
That one last ray that lingers long
Fades with majesty; is gone.
One last kiss goodnight
One more dawn tonight
One more time

How can I resist my nature
How can I give in to sorrow
How can I rejoice
Be sure that all that I have felt
Will be beautiful tomorrow

In time, all fades to gray
In time, lost to the wave
In time, distilled and saved
Salved by the mists of time
Perfection comes to time
One moment, stretched into eternity
One moment, 'fore the day is gone
Will last, will linger on my tongue
As I see

That there is nothing left to say
That there is nothing left to do
But to observe
But to perceive
That ray, falling deep into the starlit few

Cast into the colors of the night
Falling on forever out of sight

How?

Do I dare to taint the moment?
With one thought, my heart is rent
Forever from the prism of my tears
The night reflects into the ancient years
By perfection sent
Into eternity
By a crystal cry
A moment
   meant
       in me

The thrill of beauty in the wave
The sea that swells, the sea that saves
The waves that lap against the shore
The waves that, depthless, are no more

The moon that rises casts a light
And in the water is a sight
A billion, billion nothings that appear to me the sky
A shadow of reality that would but be a lie

To see the points of light
My eyes rejoice the night
But in that shadow, in that plane
So phantomed once, I see again
And a moment now is shattered
Into a thousand fragments at my feet
As I see
   the end in it all

Ah, the night will be the night
And the sea will be the sea
Until the question bears
   and drowns in me


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We Have To Hunt Them Down

Late at night they greet each other,
You can hear them for miles around,,
They must be having a party 
From all the happy sounds. 
They howl and yelp and sing their song, 
Dance around like nothing’s wrong.
They have just gotten back from hunting 
And are sharing what they caught. 
Their young are very important, 
And they feed on what they brought,
They will grow up big and strong,
So when they grow they will carry on.

The way of life of the coyote
Is a very simple one.
They are very leery, 
And frighten of our guns.
They try to stay away from us 
And do the things that they must, 
But sometimes they tread 
where they shouldn’t, 
And this causes quiet a fuss. 

I wish we could tell them not to,
And to go hunt somewhere else,
This I think they would rather do,
Than to take our livestock’s pelts.

It hurts so much to do it,
But we do what we have to do,
We have to protect our livestock
So the coyotes we must pursue.
They come after our cows and sheep 
When their food cannot be found.
Then we have to thin them out.
So we have to hunt them down.


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Indigo

I crash down on everything,
Calm at times
But a storm brews inside me.
I feel it deep within me.
I seem shallow at times,
Salty and harsh,
Bitter and sweet.
Summer transforms me.
Now cool and calm,
I shine and glitter,
Smooth, with a heart of glass.
I wash away my sins.


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Sonnet 4

How lonesome be the moon, our Lunar Queen
Depressed in gloom, darling of shallow light 
Bouts with the sun we doth not intervene
With Heaven's governess of the dire night

      Important be it may never to laugh
      Gesticulating her late-evening birth
      Her ways mores twenty-nine days and half
      Celestial swan revolving round the earth

Inside the firmament of countless stars
Exposed askew in constellations art
In vain she plays a game with moving cars
To substitute the pain consuming tart

What must it be to be what she believes
That to her one compareth dying leaves


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SITTING BY THE OCEAN

The countless flights of noisy seagulls
seem like my days once idled away,
sitting by the ocean appeasing the relentless loneliness of my blues...
beyond that horizon, so traveled by ships, another sunset faded away.


Being brought here by destiny's hasteness,
I am unable to return to my adored land...
hinderd by unknown forces more devastating than summer's violent storms and hurricanes;
even the gentlest breeze can erase those memories still imprinted into the smooth sand. 


Springs have been short and winters last much longer, 
and only the red Lighthouse surrenders to darkness;
the gelid winds of the North batter the snow-decorated docks making the waves rise higher;
this calm harbor resembles a Norvegian fiord from where the Vikings left in small vessels.


Serenity is deeply felt, but not readily greeted as in other milder seasons,
and I can endure the harshness of any winter day with this heavy coat...
the cold and hungry beggar could use it and keep herself warm and sleep peacefully at night;
where's she? I've been sitting by the ocean, she hasn't come to melt away my frozen tears!


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PLEASE SAVE US MANATEES

PLEASE SAVE US MANATEES
     By The Poets Listed After the Poem

Practically perfect people in speedboats tease us manatees.
Long ago, as “mermaids,” we could swim the seas free as the breeze.
Even though propellers have replaced natives' canoe paddles,
A manatee's underwater world need not leave him rattled.
Swimming slow through shallow waters we're not looking for a fight.
Each one of us is trying to live free from this man-made plight.

So we glide below the surface in our one-piece swimming suit.
As we splash along, with no G-string thong.  Wow!  That's really cute.
Vibrations we send you, saltwater salutations please heed.
Endangered you call us we're thrilled; safe passage is all we need.

Under shallow sea my little calf died fish hooked in her feed.
Scar so deep by human's deed, my baby gone in red-hot bleed.

Months of cold weather, inland, slowly, we travel warm rivers. 
Allure of warm waters, drifting, feeding, no chilly shivers,
Now, the government wants to remove our protective label.
As if toxic foe and loss of mild winter was a fable.
Tell our painful story now, by written word or moving song,
Each passing day our prospects dim-our future may not be so long.
Every person can take part. So, one and all please share your heart.  
Save us manatee take action now.  Search the web; find out how.


CONTRIBUTING POETS in alphabetical order:  Charmaine Chircop, Carolyn Devonshire, 
Robin Gass, James Marshall Goff, Barbara Gorelick, Sean Kelly, Ruben Ortellao, Patricia 
Prescott, and Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

I would like to dedicate this poem to Carolyn Devonshire, whose favorite animal is the 
manatee.

Link to SAVE THE MANATEE Action Group.http://www.savethemanatee.org/action.htm
http://www.savethemanatee.org/talte.htm
http://www.savethemanatee.org/ta_miami-dade_mpp_8-09.html


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Wave of Destruction

It was 26th December, 
a day I will always remember
It was a bright sunny afternoon 
and I was watching TV in my room
The sight of people crying caught me 
and I heard the word TSUNAMI

I asked my family what is the matter 
and they said it was an earthquake in water
 India, Sri Lanka, Indonesia and Thailand, 
there was destruction all over the land
Men, women and children, all were crying; 
For the survivors all were trying

The Giant wave in the Sea, 
all this was getting difficult for my eyes to see
World was watching, 
Number of dead kept on increasing
I closed my eyes and said to God a Prayer
“Please help them, heal them and wipe off their tears”

Friends lets all contribute for the victims
Be it food, money, clothes or any other items
For the victims and the world it’s the time of sorrow
So lets contribute and help them see TOMMOROW


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Time of Change

The scent of autumn
Passing slowly through the town
Is all I notice


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Secret Of A Mango Tree (Mixed Rhyme)

I use time not on shorelines, watching
The great yellow orb…..never rushing
To fade and rest…..before the laughing
Eyes of lovers, as noon wind touching
Them, beneath the coco palms, kissing

But I, like bird on a mango tree nestle
Clinging, childishly, on its sturdy branch
Before my eyes, I see how crickets whistle
With rhythmic tune, as tares foolishly dance

With the gadfly, that flatters free
As I spend the stolen time
Enjoying the nature’s rhyme
Till the tree bears fruits…..just for me

Its fruits, sweet and golden, the tree itself is
No match against the brutal force of nature
Once…twice, standing helpless, while bearded mantis
Forcefully stabbing-in its sting, that rapture    

The innocent soul, that still bleeds
In silence, the mango tree heeds
The wailing beats of its heart
Hapless, lying on the dead ground
While hungry beast started to pound
Feasted….till whole’s torn apart

Scared; it soars, aimless, over seas of thunder
With no hope, in mind, of gazing the wonder
Of the world, for spirits lies under yonder

Mango tree, a glorious image
Of little robin, now, in rage

No clue, if ever peace will live 
In the heart of those, once, deceived

What goodness will it give watching… 
The sun fades sure darkness it’ll bring?  
  
Certainly, no one knows, but me 

The secret of a mango tree





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where and when the sun will rise

whete the sun has risen
it has not risen before
when the sun is climbing
it is a different mountain
it does take, when the sun
will rise tomorrow
it will not be the same 
as it hikes the wild blue yonder
it goes through termoil every day
hifting through the clouds
that follow,
when it falls the moon will rise


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Hope

Looking at my life thro' an open window.
The pain in my eyes for all to see
Behind me is darkness; In front redemption.
My thoughts are hushed in the breeze,
My tears dried and complete.
Evidence of my trivia, ash stains down my cheeks.
Vivid greens, blues and hues,
seduce me from the other side of the window.
The inside is dull, forlorn and disarrayed,
Secrets killing my soul.
On the outside weeds seem happier than me,
Harsh cracked faces; Blood cold and frozen within.
Dandelion fairies dance high in the ocean sky.
Trapped, caught and alone.
Fear etched into each breath.
He walks in, My heart stops, light sears my soul
Release finally comes as I hit the floor
for in my hand Hope throbs.

© Sandra Denise Jensen 2007


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Winter Sounds

Find myself digging through snow, 
a tunnel with no light at the end;
blistered hands crimson and sweat stain'd.
It looks to me like a cast iron heart
will bend with a little touch of warmth,
even in the middle of a vast snowstorm.

I only asked for the truth,
but as long as your heart still has a beat,
I'll sing of you.
And you know, it really hurts,
to be cast into the blue;
it's a feeling not worthy of words.
Like a perfect seed that never grew.

Every step forward is like two steps back,
spiraling deeper down into the ground;
deviated, less motivated...
Sing me your song, and I'll play the keys,
throw back a few and melt away this freeze.
And kiss the fabric's sweet reprise.

I only asked for truth,
still as long as your heart has a beat,
I'll sing of you.
And you know, it really hurts,
to be cast into the blue;
a feeling not worthy of words,
like a perfect seed that never grew.


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Family Tree

Our family tree will never stop growing…our faith and comfort will never crumble
Love grows here…so have no fear—God is near
My family, though packed up with pride and low self-esteem, still appears humble
Mirth produces joy and our hope gives birth to cheer

God is our Father; who could play this role as skillfully? Who, other than God, created the world so genuinely?
Love comes from He…so scare away the anxiety—God will grant us ecstasy
My family, though packed up with hope and despair, cherishes my soul with glee
Rebirth and life comes from He and our faith should draw near to thee

"i love you sweet boy..we will have fun this summer and be a close and godly family..nighty nit my light"
This summer, I am positive that we will be a close and godly family
But we must be lights of the world…and we must be willing to finish that race of hardships to earn His dignity
By all means, we will have an enjoyable break without paying a fee
But we must be God’s faithful followers…and we must be prepared to follow our Shepherd who is the key

Of never-ending faith and comfort, nourishing us abundantly
He still exists…He unravels the insanity
Of this world and set us free from blasphemy
Watching over us with pure vitality

Give us Your water
Don’t leave us in the gutter
Listen to the words we mutter

I pray that our family tree will look up to you devotedly


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Untimely Ends

Tormented soul speaks;
Truth in darkness lies buried.
Clouds weep bitter tears.


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Silence

‘’I believe in Silence’’…

But do I?

What is Silence?

Is it the absence of sound?

Because rarely is there an instance

Of complete Silence…

Of momentary quiet,

Yet always accompanied by the ever-existing ‘’ringing’’…

So what is Silence?

Maybe its just a place in our minds

We lose ourselves in

When we’re so tired

And sick of this world

That we turn to the horrible

Depressing

Hated

Silence inside of us all…

What is Silence?

Is it those moments

While observing ‘nature’

Of wonder

 Purity

Love for life

And the beautiful Creation around us?

Is this Silence?

What does it matter?

I believe in it,

In the healing of it...


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That dark night

I felt it brush my face in the chill morning breeze,
I heard it's whisper in the silent conversations,
I saw it in every strangers blank desperate face,
I walked in it down the road and faced it round every bend,

I awoke in utter oil blackness with it screaming,
Your sobs and retches pulled something demonic from deep,
I stumbled in a haze stinking of fear knowing in my ignorance,
You rushed past me brushing onto me your darkness,
I looked wildly around spotting your memory on the table,
I peeked gasping in a silent horror; beginning to pray,
You had gone in that run-away, one way car,
I was praying constantly as I rang out warning bells for help,
You were hurtling towards the end, stopping now and then to make sure,
I finally reached a fellow warrior more battle hardened than I,

I was most earnest with every word I spilled,
You were stuck looking at a plastic bright past,
I was praying that you would allow a true, beautiful future,
You had seen love turned to twisted ends with bitter roots,
I was then completely selfish; wondering what if he does end,

It had the strongest hold over you blinding eyes: death,
It had been sapping you longing for that final feast: death
It had swirled about my head and I had been lost: death
It now sought ultimate destruction, it had it's prize in sight: death
It was thwarted by Grace, it was cast down by love: death


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Fourth Season

Grey blankets the sky
Winter cries her frozen tears
Wind blows unseen flutes


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Joyous Misery

The wind creeps through my hair
 and your scent ingratiates itself within me
I look at the sky
 and i see your face in the clouds
          The clouds
             or my mind,
           I'm not sure which
              but you are still there
           You are always there.

The heat strikes my back
  and I feel you.
Touching me,
  Holding me,
     Kissing me
The light shines upon my face
 and I sense your gaze 
  burning right through me
    straight to my heart
Clear to my soul
This is your home, 
For thats where I hold all of our memories together

I look around me
I'm surrounded by green
It reminds me of looking into your eyes
 or being lost in moments of you
So easy to get lost
 when I'm with you
So easy to forget where I am
 when I'm thinking of you
My heart always yearns to be near you.

A bird flits by
 and I think of tender words
  fluttering past your lips.
I can hear them now
 as the wind rushes past me,
   and I miss you terribly.

The rain pelts down,
 as I begin to cry.


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Sing The Sorrow

Sing the Sorrow

Roots deeply set
firmly embracing this place
home where I belong
knowing no other

Light falls dappled 
bronze and gold, now often gray
leaves instinctively upturned receive 
the gift imbued without question

Forest opus, palette strokes of genius
changing wild, fragrant, free
from seed to mighty oak
count of endless seasons lost

Antiquity remaining as today
past present future as one
blink in the moment
few brothers remain

This place once fragrant
those who look upward
small from the forests feet
bring us to our knees

For what purpose? Vanity?
control, master of none
every blink the dream fades
with laden breath

Soft rain breathe to me
my friend, harm me now?
questions without answers
rest comes to all in time.

Stephen (Stoic)


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Composting Maryland Style

 
What do you do with road kill
Dispose of it you say
So how does one dispose of it
There is always the Maryland way
You see Maryland picks up road kill
To keep their roadsides clear
And turns it into compost
Mainly made of deer
Bodies are placed in wooden bins
Wood chips and horse poop piled on
Each week the bins are aerated
For the composting of deer and fawn
After three months it is ready
To be spread along the roadway
Helping to grow the grass and the plants
Until sometime around dusk one day
When the deer who are always hungry
Come by the roadside to eat
Along comes a passing auto
And the deer and the auto there meet
So there along the roadside
A deer dies in the weeds
Thus completing the cycle
Of road kill to compost to feeds



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The Day we met Arthur

There was a cool breeze in the air
At this location I sat and silently stared
My spouse was here by my side
Here we were visiting the place-
where I was once dressed as the bride

The flowers laid by the pond so cheery 
While we would think of a timeless theory 
The memory brought us back to an ageless treasure 
While we walked here at our leisure 

The tips of the trees brushed back with a degree 
A storm was brewing it was easy to see 
Then out of the corner of our eyes- 
came a man all dressed up with pride
 
He was wearing his fishing gear 
And with his personality so carefree as he appeared 
We spoke to him of what if any fish he had caught
And smiled and shared his stories that he had sought 

He then asked my husband if he wanted to learn how to fly fish 
We turned toward him and said we’d return if you wish 
We came back to him and helped him with his rod 
His eyes looked so happy his soul seem to nod 

He talked up storm and I stood and listened with patience 
Although with his slow moves was wearing quietly on my impatience
Then the skies turned to angry steel 
I knew in a moment a thunderstorm would wheel 
 
A crack of thunder rattled overhead 
And sent me a message get in the car or dread 
The rain came down at sideways angle 
Soon the fisherman’s lines would tangle 

My husband came up running to the car 
The storm took over it was so bizarre 
My husband told me he was a dieing man
There I was with my new book in my hand 

He told me Arthur had a stroke 
He had Alzheimer disease and was dieing of cancer 
Then my heart just spoke 

I gave him my new book and signed my name
I told him to read it to his wife if that’s all the same 
He turned and smiled, 
He had the spirit of a young child 


(This story was written for Arthur 
Who is dieing of cancer and suffers the early stages of Alzheimer disease 
May his living years ring out with sprit!)

 



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Rain Drops

Tear drops falling from the sky
Each one has a sad story to tell
Who will listen?
And who will wipe them off their windsheild?
Tear drops everywhere
Ending their lives on the streets
Why do people find their sounds so peaceful?
Each tear drop is a musical note
Playing its own little, sad song
For the people willing to listen


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Ocean

inhaling the ocean breeze and feeling it empty my lungs makes me feel completely intact 

i can taste the salt in its entirety on my tongue and i try to scrape it all off with my front teeth

i feel the waves roaring over my heart, liberating it from veins and its arteries, the sea filling 
the orifices of my organs

the shores stones crowd at my toes and break my skin, but i am cleansed 

i stride into the water and it seeps into my nostrils and my intellect becomes infiltrated by the 
sea, my lungs are suffocated by the wet

and i am completely intact


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Sacred Conversation

the voices of victim...unbelieved tales of wise ones claiming sovereign,

the vision of the stone,the mile long tale of existences and how they came to be fabled...

music catching the eye which holds the flame and the ear which is dear to the heart.

We are the sheep comfortable in the abattoir.

The pages in blue text that spoke of past to future children of destruction.

The soft voices of dour faced martyrs...The forgotten


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Mankind 1980

Scarcely are men born
from wombs comfort torn
Cast upon a raging sea
Made up from his family tree
A road bound for unhappiness
Interlaced with varied bliss
taught at time when he is young
to sharpen up his wagging tongue
Should he ever learn to share
He is also taught beware
Hopefully he'll become wise
before he learns to value lies
They'll be schooled in selfishness
Hold to views that they express
Inoculated with this seed
this propagated gardens breed
Still there is some chosen fruit
Chanced to thrive within this shoot
Whose inclination is educated
For their innocence are berated
Highly prized a virtueous treasure
a value difficult to measure
Illumination that they give
Make it worthwhile even to live

and for us when life has ended
we've soared to heaven and hell decended

 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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OUT OF LOVE AND PRIDE

FOR MY SON PAUL,WHO PASSED AWAY.
AND HIS TWIN BROTHER PETER
THE BIRTDAY GIFT
BOUGHT WITH PRIDE FOR TWO BROTHERS
SIDE BY SIDE
IT'S NOW GIVEN,
WITH A HEAVY HEART,
AS ONE TWIN BROTHER
THIS LIFE DID PART,
THIS WORLD WAS BLESSED WITH PETER AND PAUL
A PAIR OF TWINS WITH SMILES FOR ALL
THE STARS ABOVE
THAT SHINE FOR ALL
NOW SHINE BRIGHTER
THEY ARE BLESSED WITH PAUL
YOU ARE LOVED BY ALL
AND MISS BY ALL
WE LOVE THESE TWIN AS 
BROTHERS SIDE BY SIDE
BY THE MOTHER WHO LOSE HER SON
SHE IS IN PAIN


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Invierno

Stuck in winter,
In Cold,
In Death.
The leafless trees
Speak to me,
The wind whistles
A tune in my ear.
Alone in this suffering,
Waiting for someone to
Save me from
My December.


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All Holding Hands

ALL HOLDING HANDS

Shiny and new,
Brilliant and blue,
Covered in crystal white,
Oh'...what a sight,
The freshness - sweet and light.
More than a treasure,
Wonder - pleasure.
Silver and gold,
Perfect folds 
And stately moulds.

Across shores and sands,
Gently sloping lands,
All holding hands -
To what it commands.

Our yearning for this and these,
Above, beyond the trees,
With us down here - please.
To scrape and scratch,
To beg, to match,
To be the first to latch.

Pounding, raging heart,
Things must have - not part -
Protect, defend - at the start.
New and more to eat and gaze,
Of old tradition to amaze
Of rightful duty within the haze.

Over all - our racing eyes,
"Come in, come in" to idealise -
Must have, to hold, to prize.
We were there, we saw,
Fascinated with gore, 
‘More - we want more’.

Cheers and tears,
Covered welcomely in ours and theirs…
Through the years -
Of gain and loss,
We Search and Cross
The desert and the moss.

And these things once blue,
Shiny and new,
To it we threw. 
And to it they go,
Rows upon rows,
In fields not to grow.
To be tossed and returned,
Faded and burned
"What did they learn?" 

These fields of rot,
Safekeeping the have nots,
Side by side
Hide, forever they hide.
Under dirt they lay,
Forgotten with earth and hay -
Still - to stay.
Together forever they hide,
Side by side
Hide, forever they hide.

Across shores and sands,
Gently sloping lands,
All holding hands -
To what it commands.


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COME, I'LL TEACH YOU SWEET LOVE

Come, I'll teach you sweet love;
forget how hard words are,
tremble like a dove...
touch my warm hand and believe in me for certain:
my trust is never ending.


Come, I'll teach you sweet love;
don't hang on useless fear,
look back, see how we really loved.


When joy made us smile,
and we passionately touched
without saying a word...   
as the bright moon stopped awhile,
when all stars brightened the sky.


But tonight darkness stays,
and we despair; and we
lose our faith in destiny.


Our rainbow of yesterday
won't reappear today
with the Heaven above;
come, I'll teach you sweet love.


Entered in John Heck's contest,"Sondheim on Sondheim".
The song is entitled, "No More" from the musical " Into The Woods".


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RAIN FALLING IN OCTOBER

It's so mild in the quite suburbs
with rain falling in October,
and unable to sleep, I face 
insomnia for certain;
rain, keep on falling and let me hear
that steady, pelting sound on
the closed windows....a melody for
the saddest song should be written.


I must choose the right mood,
a minor scale to match this melancholy,
and a slow tempo growing into a crescendo,
and I could even throw in a scherzo;
and transport it with a C Major to smooth
some sadness out of the melody,
which tomorrow somebody
will hum, or whistle by learning the easy tune.


Hoping this song will be a hit,
thanks to the falling rain 
in October for the sudden inspiration...
when I couldn't think of anything else!
Wishing the rain would stop at six,
so I could see the rising sun across
the eastern sky and listen to the lark
that built his nest under my windowsill.


It's past sunrise, and the shimmering clouds hesitate to leave,
and with nothing to look forward to... I must believe
that the rain falling in October, 
can teach me the game of solitaire;
and pinned against my warm pillow,
I don't have anything to share but sorrow!
Flap your wide wings, friendly lark and repeat my song,
note by note; and without a lead sheet, I can't play it for very long...


Copyright by Andrew Crisci


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The Cyclops

Cyclops with one eye 
Blinded by a pointed stick 
Fights alone in darkness


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What Would Happen?

What would happen to a rose forbidden from sunlight
Bound into darkness alone
Withering cries that cast shadows even in the darkest of places
Desperate callings into the soils so rich and giving
Yet death comes slowly 
But it comes	

What would happen to a wingless dove still so desperate to fly
Freedom torn from flesh
She lives, but not in life
She is prey for the scavengers of death
She lives, but cannot fly
She watches her death come
And it comes creeping in the dark edges of life

What would happen to a whale unable to swim from shores
Beached and bound to the forces of gravity
Suffocating pressure so inescapable
She can see her life behind her 
But cannot reach it
She touches the sands that irritate wounds
She touches another world
A place where she has no place
She slowly dies in the sun
Songs that echo in the pools do not sing anymore
Chords lost 
And death comes

What would happen to a wildebeest that wanders away alone
To become an individual, she has to leave
But then becomes vulnerable
To the same scavengers that scream in the night
And loom in the shadows
She becomes one
One
And yes, death comes
It comes with ripping teeth and razor claws
Tearing flesh and consumption
Her organs in the bowels of a predator
Still while she screams
And she stands beyond death
But for a moment
And then she leaves

What would happen...
I know exactly what would happen...


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To Sea

To Sea

I would like to think that
The big, white birds soaring
Over choppy waters
Or the way my camera captures
A straight, bold beam of light
Is a vision of sorts –
A gift from you,
To me.
This vision would say:
	“Hey!
		I’m still around,
Right here –
I linger where our bodies first touched on
Warm summer ground”
I would like to think that
You are watching us,
Now –
The strips of bark have become
Sea worthy vessels;
The children, captains of 
Sticks-and-Sand,
They run amok, marvelously
On this jutting peninsula
Just as, once, you and I.
I would like to think that
We haven’t lost touch –
Not really;
You are merely seeking solace in
Strong, biting winds as they
Blow by the dockside;
That you are merely warming
Wings yet too weak to
Fly.
I would like to believe that 
The caress of breath on my
Shoulder is you.
I turn.
You are gone.


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That Which Goes Unsaid in Apple Season

There are things never told.
Autumn air
            apple crisp
                    in cooling sun.

We cannot let go of memories
when darkness comes near.
      We bring them back,
            reach upward, grasp then
like stars among leaves
      now green and saffron
                    of season.

We never pray for trivial things--
      we only know we are alive
            when apple season comes
and orchards blend ruddy and turquoise
      in crackling afternoons
            brimful of buckets
                  gone heavy with harvest.


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by the mailbox

The message you sent me
is silent but still a message
I try to understand
the way of the roots
the migrating silence of water.
We take from nature
what we can, I study the silence
I picture you miles north.
leaning over the empty pages,
Dear...... you to write
but already the page is a window
curtained in the early silence
                               of snow.


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Early morning song

Dawn broke early one late fall morning 
A male cardinal bird came a calling
His chirps were so loud and excitable 
His color was a blaze of fire 
I could’t help but admire 
He moved quickly from limb to limb 
Where contuied to sing that sad hymn 
I know he was longing for his mate
At that time I began to relate 
His heart was unsettled 
While he looked through the trees so thickly settled 
The mate he loved had gone away 
Making that his worse day 
Bird’s mate for life 
He could never take on a new wife
It’s a sad song we all sing at one time 
But to watch him so furiously had to be unkind 
Nature has its way of healing pain
So mourning, even for a bird is not in vain 




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Adrift

AGONY is my new lover
and she never tires.

DISCIPLINE is my 
new taskmaster.

through PAIN and
TORTURE I shall finally
know LIFE.

I'm adrift in 
a BLACK sea.

TERROR swirls 
beneath me in the
FORBIDDEN, black depths.

as IT swims by
it's chilled wake
sends shivers through
me and raises goose bumps
on my flesh.

IT can DEVOUR
me at anytime.

I've chosen not to care.

EVIL can find me,
possess me,
it's not my choice.

I am STRONG
and can tread water
for days.

Surreally, I am not AFRAID
as I turn my face up,

squinting

the yellow sun is HOPE
in a rust colored sky.

the wind is COMPASSION, 
an unseen kindness that embraces me.

FAILURE is the black crow 
wheeling in the sky above me.

HAPPINESS is the virga 
on the horizon: rain drops 
that EVAPORATE before settling
to the sea.

I'm shedding COMFORT
and contentment as a
serpent sheds it's old skin.

it is TOO LATE,
for I am born again

HARD.


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Crimes Past

To whit to be caught between two brothers
and become the sport of many others
She kept her heart from loving true
but not from the damage passing through

Oh twice spent the beauties coin
did deliberate vengence to purloin
thought knowingly did enter door
in spite she cast them to the floor

Though twas for couple it's own collusion
the device and trap it's own illusion
the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave
to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave

Twas the story carried in her mind
her face to others she wished were blind
and with ones sight to look upon her heart
to know in violence was her start

She thought those sins would ever last
or to shake the paths of her past
in her fears her heart down cast
she did not know to forgiveness ask

Unable to differentiate between love and need
or if womans desire was only greed
If man looks upon her with his smile
is he looking for love or just another trial

She asks those questions to this day
must there be violence to graveyard pay
for many men have forced their way
in their behavior did have no say

 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Butterfly Sonnet

Spread your wings,
Then fly away,
You're more loved,
Day after day.
You're so beautiful,
But you're also strong,
If you're caught,
It's not for that long.
You're very brave,
Even when you're afraid,
Your passionate soul,
Will never be able to fade.
So go ahead and fly,
Leave without a goodbye.


Details | Tanka | |

The Yellow Wasps

Many yellow wasps
Attacked my younger brother
When he was busy
In trimming a branch of tree
Where they built their little hive!


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It's Magic!

It’s Magic!

FOR MY NEXT TRICK,
I’ll take away what is making
Everyone sick around here.

I’ve been hired by BP to
make the oil spill magically disappear.

Hocus pocus! Abracadabra!
Here take this pill,
wear this amulet spelling
ABRACADABRA to ward off this disease,
and put on these rose-colored glasses.

That black splat out
there is just whack!

According to BP,
It’s really just a
big blob of bird crap!


CATCH PHRASE POEM ENTRY


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As i Sit Here on This Rock

My Dear,
 
As i sit here on this rock, and look out at the sea
These waters now grey and calm, that took you away from me
 
Another stormy night, down the Californian coast
Your ship lies torn and twisted, while the reaper quietly toasts
 
Tomorrow i will start, a new day in my life
For on this note i write, to have been proud to be your wife
 
My darling i give to you, this letter on the waves
While my words are flowing true, my heart for you still craves


My entry for Brian Strand's contest " My Dear "



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-2.php


Details | Narrative | |

The Cold

   I stand alone from everyone.
In the dark morning shadow, cast down by a tree.
   It's long branches lingering above,
reaching out to touch me.
   I wait for a ride, with my hands down by my side.
The breeze comes, singing in the tree.
   Sweeping its way towards me.
Its cold.
   Yes very infuriatingly cold.
It crawls up my skin and sends...
   little prickles.
My flesh freezing to the slightest touch.
   Unable to move much.
I feel bitter, for I hate the cold.
   It makes me feel old.
For I am forced to remember, the old life I once lived.
   The things I had to give. 
The words left unsaid.
   The long ago snowy starry nights, full of porch and street lights.
Yes I remember very clearly, those dreadful long and lonely nights.
   I had my sister to keep me company, but no father.
For he would always be mad.
   Mad at me, mad at to whom or what I might turn out to be.
I hated him and with him, I hated the cold.
   The cold, that now sinks deep within my flesh and into my soal.

Dedicated to my Bastered father


Details | Couplet | |

A Dead Rose

The rose grows unbalanced to the right
Because she is deprived of light,

Water is scarce, but when it can run,
The rose soaks it up and leans into the sun,

Her thorns are stunted and endearingly tender,
Though this means they do not have strength to defend her,

Her petals are thin and so easily torn,
Such a delicate flower the bush never had borne,

But far fairer roses selfishly surround her,
And this is how the gardener found her.

So pull out her petals so pretty and pale,
And break off her prickles so fragile and frail,

Then cut off her head and leave her to decay,
Tend the wilier roses and just walk away.

And as her sap weeps as she withers and rots,
The rose is watched smugly by the flowers in their pots,

And as she lies dying in darkness on the floor,
They turn to the sun and lounge in it some more,

And when the rain washes the dead rose away,
The flowers are asleep and have nothing to say.


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Clear And Present Danger

clear present danger
what is one to do but - then
to submerge great depths


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Wind

No buddy cares as I scream
Nobuddy cares as I cry
I shout into the wind
And in return it sighs

I have but one real friend in life
And it does not have a face or a name
But with it, I am never to blame

It whips
It tares
It stares 
It cries
It is everywhere 
Always
Watching my tears dry

It comforts me and watches me
AsI scream and cry
And one day it shall watch me
As I crumpled to the ground and die

The Wind


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Traped In a Dream

The cold mist on the grass 
Nourishes innocent souls
As to carry them along without word
But influencing enough
To drift you into the
Sun.


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Forced To The Frontal Lobes Of My Mind

   Forced to the frontal lobes of my mind
The illegitimate thoughts within
Interpreted metaphors brought forth
Within synaptic theory	
These thoughts must reside to my front
Written on the flattened forest placed before me
Compelled descriptions of fallacy and truth
To the thoughtful teardrop of despair
Unto the world do I give voice
Imaginations in color formed venues,
Of thought
Yet to look, I cannot
This mixture in juxtapose 
The forms of voice I conceal within
Forced to the frontal lobes of my mind
Tragedy inhabits these thoughts of reality
Compounded clarity within confusion
To see these thoughts of realism take shape,
I fear most
Where life and love in forms of hatred
Dwell in a manifesto
Of ill-gotten truths absorbed
Forced to the frontal lobes of my mind
Humanity lives.


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The Ducks Are Free

   Within my sight of ocean breeze
I see the curve of earth and sea
The little ducks as they walk about
A show of wings for a simple handout.
   White clouds pass, subtle and calm
Giving rest to the sun upon the kiddie pond
The sunlight twinkles as the children play
Together they're dancing within the waves.
   Here comes a duck with questioning eyes
A piece of bread or even some pie?
Bikinis and trunks play in the sand
Not one of them lovers, not one holding hands.
   This all seems distracted as in playful dispute
The beach is so quiet, maybe they're mute
The glare of the sun brings me back to my write
I see the seagulls attacking a kite.
   Although the beach I thought serene
This one corrects me of all I have seen
Only the ducks seem peaceful to know
Their questioning eyes and hunger side show.
   The people are sad or poor I bet
To come to this beach, in silence get wet
If this is the price of the beach for me
I'll come for the ducks, the ducks are free.

     BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
     September 14, 2008


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Ocean's Death

The ocean’s waves beating
Beating against a huge rock
Ocean’s waves washing away the sand
The seagulls gulling
The salty smell of the sea
So overpowering
So calming
So relaxing
Then running towards death
I jump in the black, cold water
Feeling dead, as cold as death
The waves push me under
Their weight crushing my body
Feeling, groping, in the dark
Dying, fleeing, being…
I look death in the eye
It screams…I die…


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God's Little Critters

vast wilderderness she lays her head 
moss strewn rock beds and nil vegetation 
in the distant the lone wolf begins to howl 
no sun to call her own   
just gotten entangled in a predators sneer 
shes begins gnawing frantically
blood soaked coating
and one less hoof to stand with
this tiny deer finally had gotten freed
just as I was picking up the phone to
call animal control to help out
one of God's own little critters  




Tribute To
God's Critters

Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
Beyond Nightfall Contest


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The Flame

Fire raging high
Mountain habitat unsafe
Rescue on the way


Details | Light Poetry | |

Just Suppose

Suppose the winds were never again to blow?
Suppose the rivers ceased to flow?
Suppose there never would be another spring?
Suppose a robin was unable to sing?
Just suppose. Just suppose.

Suppose the flowers could no longer bloom?
Suppose there would be no sun or moon?
Suppose the world stopped spinning around?
Just suppose. Just suppose.

Suppose the oceans would suddenly dry?
Suppose an eagle could no longer fly?
Suppose Love was suddenly lost?
Suppose we are left to suffer the cost?
Just suppose. Just suppose.

A Poem By,
Milton L. Delgado
October 28, 2001


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A Rose By Any Other Name

He pricked himself

reaching for the rose,

the scent and beauty

drawing him near.

He was determined

approaching again and again.

He found more thorns

that further injured him.

Growing annoyed,

roughly grabbing,

more scrapes, cuts and then

he crushed the flower with his hand.

She screamed.


Details | I do not know? | |

Alone

As I lie here
Listen to the rain falling
All I can feel is alone
As I cry
I knew one day
I would find you
One day
I know you want to hold me
In your arms
Smiling across my face
I know your smiling too
You and I know that we
Belong together
The rain keeps falling
I will cry and remain alone


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MELT DOWN

 

The snow mountain past the plain,
Brings memories of a lasting fight.
Glaciers shine, like glass in a silver frame.
Shadows cast ,by the fading light.

Snows move, on this mountain slope,
As shadows dissapear and pass.
Distant plain light, may offer hope.
While ice descends like frosted glass.


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Monsoon Season

Torrents of melancholy brine cascade from leaden skies;
Mirroring the salty streams of tears that seep from my sapphire eyes;

Folded limbs of bruised porcelain reach out to feel the patter of the rain;
Each stinging drop a tiny shard of ancient liquid pain;

Muddied pools form on a thirsty earth that drinks and drinks and drinks;
My own parched heart does nothing but watches, waits, and sinks, sinks, sinks…

With the monsoon comes a stultifying death of putrefaction to leaf and bough;
Matching the decay that stirs the topsoil of my soul like the blade of a rusty plough;

Snails drag their curlicue shells through promising forests of lush mossy growth;
Just as slow my sighing breaths sift through my lips uttering silent bitter oaths;

The monsoon season is a blessing to the earth and a curse to a trapped soul;
Bound by adolescent selfishness I think only of myself not of the whole;

Forgetting the urgent thirst of the ground for water I curse the curtaining rain;
Staring mutinously into the gloomy grey day with my face pressed against a cold window 
pane;

Rain, rain, I murmur through reproachful lips, go away;
And please I entreat you -- return again some other day… 


Details | Elegy | |

Farewell

I cry out to you; I cannot breathe/
You do not hear, and I die slowly/
You do not care, you are concerned with
YOU.
You do not feel, but you will die with me.

I choke on your fumes and swim in your muck/
My throat begs out of thirst and my loins quake
As the sun beats upon my face and back/
But no aid will I receive from you.

Have I not given you all that I could have given;
Have I not allowed you to live and prosper?!
And you repay me with this, of all ways,
Raping, plundering, and ravaging ME?!

If only you could feel the pain that invests my spirit/
But no, you can no longer feel,
You can only inflict more and more pain
Until you yourself pass away.

I have given you all that I have,
And have nothing left to give because
You no longer need me, you have been ensnared
By $$$, and greed.
Now bid farewell to your once-dear MOTHER EARTH.


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Memory Lane

I walk down memory lane.
 It was just as I had left it.
 Garbage here and there.
 The smell of alchol,
 Mixed with the ever slighest bit of rotten garbage.
 It was utterly disgusting.
 But this is where I had grown up,
 On the wrong side of the tracks.
 No matter how hard I tried to get away from it,
 It followed.
 The homeless still sleep behind my old house,
 And pick out of the same old garbage can.
 The buildings are falling apart,
 And the only thing that seems to grow in this area,
 Is a few patches of grass, and a few trees.
 Nothing about this area is eye appealing,
 But this is where I grew up,
 And no matter ifI walk by with my nose turned up,
 Or my head hung low,
 This place will always be a part of me.


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Broken Girl

I waited for you to draw near
my beauty was only veneer
you asked me to love
and I could not
not as I ought
I knew I would bring
unhappiness and I
have turned away from you
because to bring you pain
sears my soul , I am not whole
but I am a hole , empty
without you
I am to broken to hold
what you give , it leaks
through me like a sieve
I cannot hold it
I have lost it and it is gone
So I carry on
would that I could have stayed
unafraid , that my touch
could harm you , to my alarm
and I slipped by you at last
I am your past
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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November

There was a special kind of warmth in the dark tonight-
Something that made me feel like it would be alright.
Even though you probably don’t really care at all.
That would be no surprise, that’s my story of fall.

Contentment is the only word I can use to explain
Why I want to go through this again.
‘Cause if there’s you; I don’t have to worry about her wall
Which keeps me out, but of course, that’s my fall.

Someone (it was time) had to take her place
So that I could finally erase
The precious time I wasted as she’d stall-
But after all, it’s only fall.

I would steal rainbows if that would catch your eye,
And I would hold my breath as I searched the sky-
Running till I couldn’t and had to crawl
Except that the color has already left- the mark of fall.

Soon the world will be more than still
And I will have to wait until
The ice will thaw, and you will recall
The words I may have mentioned- during fall.

Nobody (not even me) will know what I mean
And I will turn and leave the scene-
Like Cinderella at the ball,
Hoping you will catch me when I fall. 

Though you probably don’t really care at all.
Here’s hoping you will catch me when I fall.


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The poor little bird

I threw stone to catch a bird
When I was a kid!
To my surprise it killed her! 


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The Seeds of Fear

Nature can exist without any sunlight.
The shadow is nurtured by the sustenance
sprouting from the soil in the Garden of Darkness and
from which grows the frondescence that nourishes our Fear.

The garden is dampened by the tears
of those whose shadow’s grip is strong and thriving
beneath the shade of the great ash trees.
Their roots and their branches connect the underworld
with the Gods of the earth, sky, and sea.

And the shadow exists between these planes 
where it relies on the fruit fallen from the
Trees of Life and Knowledge that faithfully grow
in the Orchards of Loss
reminding us, with each passing season, 
as, once again, the blossoms flourish among the cherry trees,
that immortality exists.

Morning glory withers to give way to impervious vines of insecurity
that wrap tightly around a wrought iron fence
behind which the Unknown fertilizes the seeds of Fear.
A bittersweet aroma rises from a flowerbed adorned with
Violets of Distrust and White Lilies of Lost Hope.
Their scent fills the Garden of Darkness
and reaches the senses of all that venture through.


Details | Rhyme | |

Buried Alive

Clawing at the walls,
fingernails bleeding.
Eyes fully dialated,
fear seething.
Darkness surrounds,
my heart pounds.
A scream leaves my lips,
knowing that theres life just past my finger tips. 
Being buried alive is no way to die.


Details | Rhyme | |

Soothing Rain

Little drops wet and cold,
Falling soft from the sky
Bringing peace not brought or sold
Covers my tears when I cry
People complain when droplets fall
And wash away my pain
But let them fall one and all
I love the soothing rain


Details | Bio | |

I'm Not Like You John Muir

I'm not like you John Muir:
I haven't fell into the deepest well;
I haven't swam through a solid stream;
And I haven't felt a gushing geyser's steam--
I've only been forever locked in this cell.

I'm not like you John Muir:
I've never slept under the stars;
I've never had grizzly meat for a snack;
And I've never ridden on horseback--
I've only ridden in lazy cars.

I'm not like you John Muir:
I will never fight for a cause;
I will never see mountain peaks;
I will never bathe in bottomless creeks,
And no one will ever know who I was.

I'm not like you John Muir,
But I wish that I was.


Details | Haiku | |

The Mountain Is Chopped


the mountain is chopped
by fragile hands, into parts
mysterious sky grieves


Details | Free verse | |

Speak to the Night

Speak to the Night
Can the night hear us cry?
Can it see the pain we sow?
Night is blind to the world around,
And senseless in its black depth,
But its children listen.

Why I speak to the night I do not know,
But for the solitude I seek,
There is no other to speak to.

The light spreads our words to the four winds,
So all can hear the solemn words we speak,
Hear we the night, and its children
listen,
Though it does not.

Why do we listen to the night
and speak to it of our troubles?
Why do we speak to the night,
When it has no ear to listen with
And no eyes to see, and no mouth
to speak reassuring words?
Why waste our free time with black night,
When its only interest is the moon
in all its phases.

Blood, full, and blood moon.
Thus are night’s companions,
Among the other stars,
And asteroids, meteorites, and meteors.
Smile upon the moons bright façade,
The children of the night listen.

Why do we speak to the night?
When no words reach its earless ears,
And our words are lost on nightmares 
of the night.
Why do we speak to the night?
Because it is there.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Young Ailanthus

The young ailanthus tree grew in a narrow yard
Behind a rowhouse in a block facing the boulevard,
And anyone could tell it never would grow tall;
Only its shadow loomed immense at evening on the wall.
It trembled in a breeze.  It tottered in a blast.
I'd see it battered to the earth after a storm had passed.
Yet always it would rise, and to its limbs would cling
The thick white snows of wintertime and half-grown cats in spring.
In summer, lush and green, it dreamed and seemed to smile
As though it were a jacaranda on some tropic isle.
With hand-like ferns it reached outward and ever higher
Until one day its growth was stopped by the high-tension wire.
And still another day, urban renewal came,
All of the houses with their trees leveling in its name,
So you would never know, in viewing the debris
That over here stood someone's home and on this spot a tree.
Together we were young, in many ways akin,
But I do more than mourn the void where once a tree had been:
I pray that when life's storms torment and buffet me,
I find that power to survive I first knew in a tree.


Details | Rhyme | |

Counting Down

5 - I try to rise above
4 - I think I see your love
3 - I feel it pull me down
2 - I lower my head and frown
1 - I don't want to drown


Details | List | |

Collective Suicide

We’ve already decided …

	In one minute -
	50 acres of rainforest
	Are destroyed.

	One billion trees -
	Are used to make 
	Disposable diapers
	Every year.

	One third -
	Of what you throw away
	Is packaging.

	Acid rain -
	Stops reproduction in fish
	And kills crayfish.

	Our cars -
	Burn 2 gallons a day
	That’s 20 lbs of carbon dioxide.
	In our air.

	80% of our trash -
	Ends up in a landfill.
	20% is recycled.

	3.5 pounds -
	Of garbage a day
	Is what YOU produce.

… Our collective suicide.


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Starless

I look to the stars when I am sad
I look and realize that life is just that
Life is a sad process of denial and greed…
I look into the depths of space and am amazed
The magic of even being here is staggering
The possibilities of me 
The possibilities of you
The possibilities of everything around me
Is truly inspirational…
I let go of the little things
I embrace the magic
I laugh at how silly we are
To solely focus on one daily routine
That excludes others
That sometimes excludes our selves
And we become blind so easily…
Beneath the same stars there is war
I hear no bombs or cries
Beneath the same stars people die
For those silly little reasons…
And I wonder for hours
Until sleep takes me into dream
About the stars so far away
The meteorites that brighten the sky for just a flash
I wonder how far those have traveled
How old they are
To just disappear in our skies in a fiery streak
And it makes me feel in a way, sad and guilty
All of those wishes made upon such an intriguing process…
And I sleep happily
But the sadness will return tomorrow
When the stars do not shine on me
And I once again become blinded 
To only seeing what be in front of me
What I have made my sole world
My daily world without stars


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Some Call it Rain

i walk out of the building
there is hope all around
i know the day is waiting
i feel weightless on the ground

i cant wait to try something
that i have never done
i feel extremely daring
a joy that should be sung

and then i see the sky
a thick black cloud that hovers
a dreaded shadow taunting
for the ground it soon shall cover

with sadness and despair
misery without a prayer
with depression and with gloom
with fear mixed with doom

some call it rain
but why i am not sure
for it is not just water
but a disease without a cure


Details | Light Poetry | |

Snowing, Snowing, Snowing

                 Snowing …
Soft and Beautiful almost Bitter-Cold Thing

A man watched her… from across the bar
Said:  “I had to come over… to where you are
… sitting there drinking… Kaluah and Cream
… looking like – someone’s un-awakened dream

Decided to catch her … ‘fore she got away
Then he asked her … what she had to say…
Now, she’s listened, but wasn’t too impressed
She just grouped him … with all the rest …

    … and said:  “I’m Snowing …
I’m Fragile… when I’m Falling …
My heart is frozen … kept on thaw-alert
I won’t let it melt … I don’t want to hurt
Don’t get too close, or you may get chilled
Don’t mean to be rude … that’s just how I feel…

               like Snowing …
Soft and beautiful, but Bitter-Cold thing “

Now, I’ve heard the fairy tale of a young boy and girl
Who got caught up … in an icy-world
But, I’m more saddened, by what I just seen …
What could have changed that woman into The Snow Queen?

                She’s Snowing …
Such a Soft beauty, but Bitter-Cold thing
She’s Snowing … Snowing … Snowing

Now, the man, politely touched her arm …
Got her to dance … held her close and warm …
The Heat of His Heart-beat, tho’ Strong … was only fleeting
He looked down into her eyes … they were sleeting …

                She was Snowing …
Soft and beautiful, but Bitter-Cold thing
She was Snowing … Snowing … Snowing

Maybe, he’ll see her again, this time, next year
… but … if you make her melt … She will disappear …

               ‘Cause She’s Snowing
Such a Soft and beautiful, Bitter-Cold thing
That girl is Snowing … Snowing … Snowing


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Stolid Conscience

So today, amongst the peppermint tongue of wisdom,
we languidly swim laps around the world.
We absorb the atmosphere and lick the sky off our fingertips
with greedy grins.
We dive to caverns hard pressed by the sea
and swim with ionic, carnivorous fish
gone blind with the lack of the sun.
Two in each hand, held up by the tails.
Then, in a push, in a leap off the sand
gone to swirls 'round the imprint of our flying feet,
we pulse through the sea and burst blue into skies
as we trampoline straight into stardust and ink, 
leaving the fish in a gulp of exhaustion
in space set in limbo with no gravity.
We wind up the clocks to integrity's time
and bite into luminous skins of the moon.
We rule all the tides with our peppermint tongues
and staple our breath to the last moment left
of the world's unencumbered embrace.
We conquer every last bit of the woods
and leave there our footprints of continent size.
Denting the earth with the weight of desires
without any thought to the future of futures.
As long as we fill up our bellies,
with every last resource the earth can squeeze out,
we go to bed brimming with thoughts of tomorrow
with the sting of our wisdom a tragedy's lightning
to score us in laser's which lack consequence
'till the moment that all becomes clear before dying
and suddenly remorse beds our souls long obtuse
and the moon turns her back as we weep.
For conscience is something that shouldn't be left
to the very last moment of breathing.


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Discarded Love

amidst sandy shore
withered rose lays discarded
from the sea of love


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AUTUMN HOPE [Haiku 7]

Goodbye summer days.
It's time for change, not for some.
Dead leaves sad soles.


Details | I do not know? | |

In the Dark

Whispers by a wandering brook
their speakers shrouded by mist
somewhere within the shadowed fog
they hide 
laughing
in time 
with the brook
luring me
so I’ll follow their call
and venture
far from the path
till I lose my way in the dark.

Songs sung by rustling golden leaves
screen their singers from view
behind autumn foliage 
they snicker
a sweet tinkling on the breeze
snaring me in their well made net
Till I see with growing 
sorrow
that the woodland path is gone: 
I’ve lost my way in the dark.


Silence in the silver moonbeams
illuminates their figures with light
around us sits the mist
caressing the golden leaves
obscuring
the world
from view.
A peal of bell like giggling
breaks into the dark.


Details | I do not know? | |

WAR-TORN SOLE PART 2

“TODAY I GOT BETWEEN A BULLET AND A BROTHER,
AND A DARKNESS THAT WILL FOLLOW ME FOREVER.
I THINK THEY GOT HIM IN THE BACK.
CAN HE SEE IF HE GOT BROUGHT BACK?”
I LOOKED UP TO SEE THE MAN THEY BROUGHT BACK IN A BIG BROWN SACK.
ANOTHER LOST LIFE AT WHAT COST?
THIS IS NOT FAIR.
MEN BARRIED IN DISPAIR. 
HE LOOKED AT ME AS IF HE COULD READ MY MIND AS I TRIED TO FIND THE WORDS I COULDN’T FIND.
“SARAHS HER NAME.
YOU KNOW I’M TO BLAME.”
I’VE NEVER SEEN A MAN CRY.
DEEP DOWN INSIDE HE KNOWS HES GOING TO DIE.
”I KNOW I WON’T MAKE TONIGHT
AND I’LL NEVER GET TO HOLD MY BABY TIGHT.
SO MUCH I’LL MISS WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE LIKE THIS.
TAKE OUT THE ADDRESS AND LOCKET IN MY POCKET.
WRITE TO HER, TELL HER I’M SORRY, GIVE HER MY LOVE, AND I’LL BE WHACHING HER FROM ABOVE.
TELL HER TO TELL MY SON ABOUT HIS FATHER AND THIS GREAT SLAUTER.
TELL HIM THAT A WAR IS NEVER WON WHEN SO MUCH IS LEFT UNDONE.
TELL HER TO TELL HIM I LOVE HIM.
I LOVED HIM EVEN BEFORE THEIR WAS A HIM WHEN HE WAS JUST AN APPLE OF MY EYE AND A TWINCKLE IN THE SKY.
LOVE HAS DEFIED MY LIFE AS I DIED.
THEIRS SO MUCH I’LL NEVER BE.
GOD FORGIVE ME!”
I WHACHED AS HE PASSED ON.
ONE MOMENT AND HE WAS GONE.
I DUG IN HIS POCKET, FOUND AN ADDRESS, FOUND A LOCKET, AND A PICTURE OF HIS WIFE AND BABY IN HIS WALLET.
I WROTE TO SARAH AND TOLD HER ALL HE SAID TO TELL.
IT WASN’T TILL LATER I FOUND OUT SHE HAD ALREADY DEVORCED, REMARRIED, AND WAS DOING WELL.


Details | Sedoka | |

Empty and Cold

Go ahead, destroy
My simple way of living
And demolish my feelings
For I have nothing
Nothing left in my being
You’ve left me empty and cold

The stars up above
They twinkle, twinkle away
Telling a quiet story
But they drown, as clouds
Come and cover the dark sky
Left the air empty and cold

Russell Sivey


Details | Blank verse | |

SnowFlaks

Snowflakes you can catch them in your hands.
When you touch them their cold.
Snowflakes they fall from the sky. 
Like angels are cring then god take tears frezzy them.
Then they fall from the sky.
Snowflaks you can catch them in your hands. 
Then you have water. 
Yes cold water. 
So every time you see snowflaks fall from the sky.
Just remember that an angels are cring and god is frezzing their tears.


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The Graveyard

The wind seemed colder that December day,
as I walked among the graves marked with
marble so gray.
Some had a story carved for all to see,
while others were just marked, Rest In 
Peace.
Pictures of the deceased, were on a few,
as I looked a little closer,
to see how many I knew.
Then in the distance, 
I saw a crowd,
another loved one to be buried,
then my head I bowed.
Old graves stood out,
their markers so tall,
darker than most,
like shadows at nightfall.
Sad to think, some had to die so young,
but way back then, not much could be done.
Strange it may seem,
to visit the dead,
but facinating to me,
on the life they led.


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A WET DREAM

I am sleeping on this ocean's bed
Contemplating Beauty
That surrounds my soaking head
The beach is a mile or so away
These eyes can still see the Children play
While I'm in Dream
Not to notice or care what it might actually mean
Swimmers
youngsters
Speeders
Soldiers
Are all on the sand without lifting their hand
Sleeping Angels like I
We look above and see a sad expression start to cry
Could God be feeling sad at his WET DREAM gone awry?

WHAT DID WE DO TO LEAVE EDEN HIGH AND DRY??

The question remains just that
As my hibernation concludes
Swimming back,my friends
To a REALITY now at bat!!


Details | I do not know? | |

BLACK (depression)


And that was darkness
Where I have been
Where I have just come from,
Thoughts only in shades of gray with no light at the end of them,
Always smiled though when smiled at,
That's the nature of it, well hidden
My secret black,

And that was darkness
Where I have been
Where I have just come from,
Almost emotionless, but for the waves of pain
That crashed like silent mountains,
Always smiled though, when smiled at,
That's the nature of it, no tears,
Tears are more colorful than black,
When spoken to I answered back.


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Irony

An ode to those whose lives are tough and more than they can bear
They seek the exit moaning that their lives are most unfair
Katrina came with open eye to claim the souls who care
Swept innocence right from its knees undaunted by its prayer
Content to grant unwanted wishes, took them to the air
Turbulence could mean their doom amidst the clouded glare
Disaster spelled while mist disguised the fate they had to share
Into the cold unflinching eyes of death they had to stare
This common end so cruel was one uncommon sight so rare
The swiftness of this harsh fright flight left no time to prepare
If you could have it your way then you’d probably be there
Most parties undeserved, but both deprived and all ensnared


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Distemper

Fictional for a prompt:- think outside the box in sixteen words.


Frothing at mouth
Distemer shows itself
Taking over body and mind
Mans best friend 
Slowly dies




Please, please, please get your animals/pets vaccinated!


Details | Alliteration | |

The Last Journey

The wheels ran on the tracks of rail-
Through the window the air gushed as a strong gale-
Upon the two serpents rushed and dashed the mail-
Carrying many a reflection, which upon it hath set the sail.

Sometimes it went intrepid through mysterious tunnels,
Sometimes it thundererd over wide canals ,
Sometimes the journey resembled repose-
When it over the plains tip-toed.

Inside the mail beside an open door -
Sat a lass on the uncombed floor;
Dressed as she was most slovenly ,
Left was she in such a fate by all and sundry.

Suddenly a voice of her rang through the air,
Towards a person who was a tea vendor,
Give me some tea -she tried to speak aloud -
Offering a coin of twenty five paise again did she shout.

The venndor passrd unheared, 
His phony maners pricked my heart; 
She sat and seemed to muse - 
That she offered money and still was refused.

The motley of passengers,to help her--
All at heart were willing;
But it could be below thier dignity,
Of what were they fearing.

Then a person rose and like a foreman,
He did lend his helping hand;
Some read for her did he buy-
But when he want to her,to this nice guy,
And to this nasty world she haealready bade her last bye.

The mail seemed to run faster,
To carry the pure soul to her home's corner;
But, where will it find her destination?
When with her carrier only she had her home's relation.

Outside in the sea of darkness,many a dazzle blinked -
But for this poor lass the light of life forever did shrink,
Did this mean to a new light was she exposed?
And,did to hersoul the mysterious eternal dark disclose?



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The Nature of Pain

I forget
at times 
how much 
this hurts.

Like a butterfly
whose wings have been
torn apart
I sit here
quivering inside
closing my eyes
as I let waves of pain 
wash over me
knowing that I 
cannot ever
overcome
completely.

The nature of pain
is not to destroy
but to make the pained
wish for destruction
as the ocean yearns 
for the shore.

I forget
at times 
how much 
this hurts.

Like a vein to my heart
that has been cut
I am bleeding out 
precious crimson liquid
seeping through my body
filling me with a languor 
so close to pleasure
that it is unbearable
but unmistakable for pain
and that overwhelms
my senses
asking more 
of my empty shell to fill
then I have.

The nature of pain
is to lie quietly by
waiting for the right moment
to show its ugly face
to rear its head
that reminds me so of fear
that holds you in its clutches
thirsting for you to beg
to be
let go.

I forget
at times 
how much 
this hurts.

Like lenses 
placed by fingertip
on lucky eyes
each morning
this pain focuses
sharp and clear
on a pinpoint 
somewhere between
my gut 
and my heart
and I blink 
fitting these contacts
around the iris
so that all the pain
pouring from my eyes
is stopped
held in
pushed back
inside
so that no one sees
except me
through this clarity
newfound
unwelcome.

The nature of pain
is to fall quietly
and hit with a sound
that resounds
through the caverns
of your mind
like the screech
of a trapped
bird of prey.

I forget
at times 
how much 
this hurts.

Like a lonely fish
venturing down
to the bottom of the sea
I did not see 
the creature
fearsome
toothed wide jaw
glowing green light
hanging to light
its gruesome mask
that was hiding
behind that rock
lying in wait
for me to swim 
around the corner
so it could use 
the element of surprise
to take me down
quickly.

The nature of pain
is to systematically
break down
the only part of you
that ever matters
into tiny pieces
not available for recovery
which
even if you could
do not fit together anymore
so much
have they been mangled
by the force of that pain
until there is nothing left
but an intense desire
not to live.

I forget
at times 
how much 
this hurts.

And as I remember
I forget
myself
and I am lost
swirling as this pain
washes over me
overwhelms me
surprises me
and won’t let go.


Details | Rhyme | |

Star-Stealers

They've come at last, the stealers of stars, 
From their travels afar,
With their muck-spewers, tree-hewers, earth-movers,
Beer, axes, guns, grenades, deer on skewers.
They burp and belch and blaspheme
While they drunkenly dig and demolish
The earth and urinate on it in rings.
They dip some Skoal and spit out their folly
After licking it up with their wagging tongues,
After beating their wives and slapping their young,
And jump into their Cats again, fat and jolly.

They've come back from Iraq,
After that country's plunder and sack,
After they'd crossed the Atlantic desert,
Evaporated by their steam and hurt,
Turned to dust by their never-ending tracks.
They strangled the whale in the Thames,
They killed the buffaloes on the Plains,
They made the Sahara and stopped the rains,
And they made the gate in the Ozone Layer,
All the while laughing at Lorien's prayer.

And now they're at the door-step; I see them outside
        my window.
They dance around the dead trees and make the earth glow
In fire and flame. They shoot the birds from the sky
For sport. They bring the sun nearer with their chains,
Stopping the rains, making the flesh cry
For mercy, making the winds scream for change,
Causing the oceans to toss and tumble,
Madly trying to escape the heat,
And only then do they mumble
Of what they have done,
Of the planet they have beaten
To a pulp. Only then do they realize 
That they have taken the stars from my eyes,
That they have turned the greens and blues
To browns and blacks and grayish hues.


Details | Free verse | |

Shoshone Moons

I am Whispering Elk,
Shoshone.
 
The land
grows dark with white men
like so many ants.
 
It is time
of green corn moon.
 
Their tribe grows: blue knives,
buffalo men, yellow hairs.
 
They speak many tongues,
break words.
 
Yellow corn moon
fills bellies.
 
They still come.
 
Days grow less
like buffalo.
 
We see blood
on brown corn moon
looking through trees.
 
Their tribes grow.
 
I am Whispering Elk,
Shoshone.
 
Our moons
grow few.  


Details | Free verse | |

The Lonely Moon Rising.

Where does the river flow,
If not to you? 
You make my heart sing. 
I sit gazing out over the lake.
The sunsets, as the moon rises.
The water glistens,
So calm and peaceful.
Ducks fly going to their home,
Reflections on the water.
So peaceful yet so lonely,
And I think if only ………...
If only you were here to share,
To share in this wonderful time,
To share in my life.
For you to know how my heart feels.
A lonely tear falls, as I am missing you.
Wanting you by my side. 
A deep breath taken as if it were my last,
A sigh, thinking of the past.
Where will my life go,
Is this the end?
I am loving you so,
Why pretend?
The sun now gone, 
As I sit all alone.
The lonely moon rising.


Details | Rhyme | |

Life As It Is


As I sit here and ponder and write in my pad
I truly realize just what I had, had
Those many years ago we were so alive
Life seem so simple we had so much drive
Worries were small but you'd always survive
Even when families had a divide
Pulling together is how it's described
Families struggling daily just to stay alive
Now both parents work so the family will thrive
The world today is hard to subscrbe
It's scary and fearful with so many vives
It's also important to keep all your pride
Not to take life in one simple stride.


Details | Verse | |

Winter Retreat (Stalingrad 42/43)

Snow fell upon the marble eyes of the dead,
And the magpies pecked the buttons on the coats,
Drawn by the gleam of dulling brass attract,
As the ravens sought the softness of the throats.
Trees in naked staggers scratched the skies,
And the guns in the distance snapped like cracking ice,
In the pools of oil, flames guttered slowly out,
On the scalps of corpses froze the cooling lice.
In the minds of the generals thoughts akin to grief
Wept not for the loss of life but loss of war,
And men growing hypothermic in retreat,
Felt the stilling of their blood forever more.
How to withstand the burning reap of cold
When it bites with frost the toes ‘till black and gone, 
How to withstand the march of retreat in winter
When winter marches on and on and on.


Details | Free verse | |

Time Endless

an orchid-clad child 
with sticky sweet saccharine dreams,
infinite 
yet indefinite in her belonging
awakened from the possibility of dream,
heal me, she cries out
to deaf ears. She is just an ornament, 
a cat with a jewelled eye, 
mourning for the twilight, 
where there had been fires, now lay ashes. 
It's a sadness that creeps over her
as the moon upon the sun, 
the dawn in her is dead, and shall remain ever so for eternity. 
She lies in the forest-a graveyard, littered with
dead bodies which the living feed upon
carcasses scattered across the ground, the 
once proud gentle giants now fallen, 
slain in an endless battle 
against a foe they cannot fight, 
lakes-smelling like open wounds, 
and rocks grimaced in pain, 
writhing in agony
she screams out
will no one hear her cry?


Details | Didactic | |

Forney

The grass is a pale yellow 
The sky groans above it
The children play on the grass
And their feet crunch on the grass
Like snow in the winter-time
And I envy the Scottish, the Irish.

The plow rusts in the soil
The companion of labour and toil
Lies encased in the muck of 
The Blackland Prairie.

The lifeless form steering the John Deere
Probably drunk on cheap bitter beer
Pilots the monster through forest
Driving Pan and the Satyrs away
And this is only another day
Of destruction on the prairie.

And Suburbia is built 
On top of God's earth, and false names,
Deceitful names, are given to the editions:
Woodcreek, Sunny Peak, Deer Leap
Where the creek is dry
The sun refuses to shine
And the deer is extinct.

The wind cuts like a razor 
Through the few trees that remain.
The people drive their cars
While their children sit inside,
Playing their video games, seeing stars
Their brains already dead.

And the rain does not come
Because of man's greed, and
Off the highway to Hell
Lies a young sapling, full of
Promise, waiting to live,
Then stripped from the earth by
The jaws of the yellow monster.


Details | I do not know? | |

Weeping Willow

O weep, weeping willow weep,

You look so forlorn.

O weep, weeping willow weep,

You have weathered the storm.

With a heave and a sigh,

swaying as the years go by.

O weep, weeping willow weep,

Look at the leaves around your feet.

O weep, weeping willow weep,

In the cold and in the heat.

You stood the test of time

You weathered the years just fine.


Details | Verse | |

Wrong Time

Every morning, he feels tired,
He gets annoyed, when she calls,
Children are getting late,
Hardly he opens his eyes,
And switches on the light,
Bloody, ’Eight ‘o clock’.
He bounced to his bed,
And knee down to hike up,
The naked shivering legs.
Have you teeth brushed? A noise crumbled,
‘Give me a cup of tea’, I am late.
He drank a cup with a hoop of breath,
And pushed children to get seated.
Hard noise kills the freshness of morning,
He runs down to the school.
Signals were pointing red,
He was annoyed in a queue,
His accelerating was disturbing a noise,
His patience was out of rage.
Council worker was removing rubbish,
Traffic was very slow,
He was trying to fly over the jam.
How do people dare to keep cats?
He scratches his nose.
He looks through the mirror,
Scared children were dying in a patience pool.
Hardly he reached at home.
Could you drop me at the bus stop? Please,
She urged, ‘ I am late.
He was chewing the words,
He rushed again.
He has few nice cut,
Bleeding was kissing the lips.
He used toilet tissues,
But blood was filling colour on shaved smooth skin,
Hardly he left ten minutes.
Without eating he rushed again to his office.
As usual he has no parking space.
Every evening, he enjoys his drinks,
His lovely chat offering him a enjoyable company,
He never finds a cause of his tiredness,
He always blames,’ wrong time, ‘he is on a wrong place’.
Always he strangled his neck with his tie.


Details | Free verse | |

Black Rose

I continue to find myself in a pensive state of mind.
Giving time more time.
Even worse, i'm wasting time thinking of the time I've wasted.
Letting thoughts untwine reminessing of the passions tasted.

Here I stand a man with no set destination.
No guides no plan , no helping hand.
Just heroes for who I show admiration.

Just another try to ignite the spark, to set the blaze so I can with stand the fire.
Just another chance to form iron from this ire.

All these thoughts that have been written down left unread.
So hard to forget the words never spoken.
How easy it is to admire the lies that are so token.
How delightful it is that hearts gravitate towards another when broken.

These forms and ideas together they untwine.
How each dark thought sprouts in the night.
How the black rose blooms in the lack of light.


Details | Haiku | |

set free

ashes released~
Red tail Hawk Hovers
as loving Hands drop blooms.


Details | Free verse | |

Winter

Icy crysals floating down;
So innocent, so pure.
Covering the cold barren ground
With a layer of frozen elegance
And false comfort.
Concealing the lifelessness,
Dusting the comatose trees
With an illusion of vitality.
Branches jut out at the sky,
Clawing, struggling
For that last bit of warmth.
Innocent little flakes descend,
Enveloping the sickly talons
Under the smothering blanket.
Primped and powdered corpses,
Stiff and dead
But beautiful.
Icy crystals floating down;
So innocent, so pure.


Details | Free verse | |

Mother Ocean

my children lived inside of me
so young they were inside the sea
they were so tiny and hard to see

they had many hands so they could hold
no mouths were needed for I kept them fed
eyes were useless for each book I read

my children lived inside of me
and they would grow inside the sea
they've gotten bigger to compete

there fins were used to help them swim
once they had eyes it was hard to make friends
each mouth was hungry and hard to feed

my children lived inside of me
so large they were inside the sea
they swam furiously and caused many waves

some have gotten to stay to small
the big ones would eat too many of them
then the big ones would fall for there was nothing left

my children lived inside of me 
but then one day they came to leave
they grew some arms which came with legs

they forgot to swim and walked instead
they were given great minds and there talking spread
they destroyed life to build a living

my children lived inside of me
and they forgot that they were free
but hopefully they will one day 

come to there mother to see if she's okay
for I have gotten sick and so have your brothers that stayed
remember we are one in many different ways



Details | I do not know? | |

the killing

The machines... 

Jagged teeth ripped the forest down
Ravenous 
Sweet innocent forest
Deadly Machines
Killing every inch of purity
The babbling brook’s blood 
Splattered all over the battered ground
The screeching whine of the roots being forced from the ground
Begging for mercy
But there is no stopping it
The mighty trees forced into our willful submission
Chaos
As the inhabitants of the forest flee to safety
Running onto our man made streets
Slaughter
The pittar patter we once knew has turned into a stampede
Slamming hard on the breaks, and breaking bones
Exterminating all sense of hope for a better tomorrow
Silence now
After a long day of murder
What a shame
The bare earth looks dismal
Do we always kill what we love?
I swear it looked like a pack of hungry wolves
blood dripping from their lips
only seeking the virtuous
survival of the RICHEST
Pumping diesel into the sky
Choking the birds
On a path of destruction
For the righteousness of the undeserving
The carnage of the lawless land
Consider what you’ve done
I weep for you
Here today and gone tomorrow
Our world is getting smaller
The comforting grass is no longer
Metallic cold 
Seeps into my blood
Enclosed in a forever four wall prison
Wishing for serenity
And only finding despair


Details | Lyric | |

when it is raining

once one drop falls
it is gone
when another drop falls
it is gone
too
like so many lights
they are snuffed out
one
by
one
as they hit the pavement.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Evergreens

"All night there was an ultra-white moon
and now this must be the inevitable freezing
dawn, orange and bright but blue around the
edges, a waning sun rising above a
sparkling landscape overcome with an
embroidery of black flowers and dwindling
death, which only annoys the evergreens,
ever the philosophical trees, scorning the
riotous existence of lesser plants, who
squander their legacies of light in desperate
displays of adulation beneath that ruthless
sky and then hysterically scatter seeds upon
an earth that is already hard as steel.

This arctic air arrives with super-sonic messages,
trumpeting that all this false gold and copper
stuff, seeming to flutter like paper money in
their twiggy fingertips, is merely a tribute being 
paid, in vain, to those metallic idols who stand
tall knee-deep in mirroring ice and never relent.

On TV just now, the police were yelling, "Freeze!"
and firing their guns at him, but the boy kept on
running because he came from a much hotter 
country and he didn't know the meaning of the
word until he was dying among the evergreens."


Details | I do not know? | |

Katrina

Her wind can sweep a man off his feet
Her eyes have strength behind them
her intentions cannot be controlled, but wondered
her name is sweet as apples
then browned and has no sugar behind her lips
you can never image the direction of her hips. 
Which town she flows by at what place and time.
She appears to stay on your mind and can change lives
K to the kick in the face by government who takes their time
A to the Afro-Americans left with no home to go to 
T to the tragedy of ones found floating in the streets
R to the remainings of dubris not planned to be picked up
I to the inmates who rapped and killed the innocent babies
N to the so called n-words who kill every young brotha seen
A to the almost so easy to believe this was planned from beginning
K-A-T-R-I-N-A   Katrina yeah year of 2006. i never thought i would be living
to see this.


Details | Ballad | |

THE AGONY OF MY REGRET

We could have been the perfect pair,
love openly without a care;
secrets, not lies, made me more aware and sad!
You were already committed to someone else,
had kids and a handsome husband
within your reach;
the only missing link
was someone with crafted hands...
someone who could make you dream!

The agony of my regret 
is something I could never forget;
look at you:  you are happy,
and don't need me
to take you to the fartest star,
because you've everything...
and I have nothing!
The agony of my regret hurts in many ways,
and will follow me through my blue nights:
when I stare at the dimmest stars
too distant for me to be reached...
wishing it was you I touched!

We could have loved a lifetime, make
everything easy and wonderful...paint
our rainbows with beautiful colors;
lie beneath the most peaceful skies,
interweave ourselves in warm embraces
and forever dream in a meadow of daises!


Details | Free verse | |

The Night the Sparrow Died

`Twas night I walked this beaten path
Were trees flooding either side
Sycamores, dogwoods, oaks and bushy ferns
All radiant in their springtime flare
She caught my eye with her saddened cry
The willow over there.
   Stepping off the path into the woods
The leaves in dampness on the ground
`Twas morning now as I walked around
To the willow I could see
Sitting alone, off in the distance
Tears on all her leaves.
   I felt the sun as it rose up high 
Warming everything yet not the day
I could smell the scent as it touched the sky
The trees of springtime new
I saw them sparkle; the tears of the willow
As the sun had made its way
The birds flew by and by and by
Flying over the woods and through.
   The willow sat with space around
Her branches full to the earth
There laid a sparrow aside her trunk
It laid in silent sound
`Twas the night I walked this path
`Twas then the willow cried
Her tears fell down upon the earth
The night the sparrow died.


Details | Haiku | |

Flower

The scent of time,
Same soil.
Nothing rises more than it’s allowed.


Details | Bio | |

Our Loved One

The one who helped us
When we were down
Made us smile 
When we had a frown
I wish that you didn't 
Have to go so soon
I was glad when you were around 
I wish you could come back
We all really miss you 
Not a day goes by 
Without thinking about you
That just shows our love 
For you is more than true
That is why god is with you 
It was just your time to go
I can still hear your voice 
Flowing in and out my ear 
As I sit by the window
And that's how I know 
You're still here with me 


Details | Free verse | |

Waiting for you

When day's gone by,
and night's drawn in;
when most are
bound to sleep.
I'll lay a while
remembering you;
safe, in my dreams to keep.
Where none will know,
those sultry times;
our souls will wander free;
'till death will bring us
close again,
and leave just you and me.


Details | Free verse | |

Insanity in the Sunlight

As The Sun Goes Down, My Eyes Go Wide,
Day's Exuberant Colors Dwindle And Hide.
New Moon Tonight, Rebirth Is Blissful,
No Stars To Shine From The Clouds Non Dismissal.
Birds Retire, Becoming Dormant In Flight,
Brings Upon A New Distinguished Life.
Cold Air Dancing To The Melodious Wind,
My Own Insanity Is My Only Nocturnal Friend.
Keeping Me Pleasured From Dusk Until Dawn,
Until The Sun Comes Forth, Old Friends Spawn.
As They Arise I Quiver With Constant Fear,
Pondering On Who Will Activate My Tears.
Away To My Throne, I Proceed In Thought,
My Heart, Content With The Morning, Distraught.
Eyes Go Closed, My Brain Stirs With Hope,
Knowing What The Suns Decline Will Provoke.
A Nighttime Of Wonderful Uncharted Trips,
And Goodnight The Final Passing Through My Lips.


Details | Haiku | |

The Field of Blood

The monstrous tree swings
A noose above the carcass
Thrown head first to earth.


Details | I do not know? | |

PAIN

Pain so deep,
It cuts as it reaps.
It plays for keeps.
I sip from the haunted cup of emotion that leaves remnants on my lip
And back I’ve slashed with a cutting whip.
Feel my heart rip!
I paid as deathly as love laid.
So many peircings my tears made,
I fade!
I lashed out with a jagged blade.
Blood spilled over white sheets stained with shame.
This is how the red plague came.
Why does red pain rain?
Poison will profane!


Details | I do not know? | |

SHE OPENS HERSELF UP

He led her away,
Begged her to stay.
He told her so many things.
She only wanted what true love brings.
So she opens herself up
Thinking her love will be enough
But he cuts her dreams short of what he feels there worth.
Only she gives up all including earth.

If he could only feel what she feels,
He’d know what he has that he is trying so hard to let go.
But that’s only in her dreams.
He still doesn’t know what true love means.
So she opens herself up
Thinking her love will be enough
But he cuts her dreams short of what he feels there worth.
Only she gives up all including earth.

If only he could see through her eyes
He’d unmask the descise.
If only he felt through her heart
He’d know how much she wants to be apart.
Instead of listening if he only heard her words.
So she opens herself up
Thinking her love will be enough
But he cuts her dreams short of what he feels there worth.
Only she gives up all including earth.

But he cuts her dreams short of what he feels there worth.
Only she still gives all including earth
Just to find out after all this wasted time earth was never enough.
The feel of love is not at all real.
Just a warm and simple feel!


Details | Sonnet | |

From Green To Brown

I see the fields before me being turned from green to brown
And the trees which lie with each leaf with a frown,
'What sin have we committed' as if they speak
Along with the left ones standing like thin sticks.

Like deep cuts- the deep reels as if they seem -
Like slicing off from a cake it's cream.
In heaps they lie resembling the slaughter
And it hath tirned wry the earth's laughter.

What's the colour of earth,it doth appear from moon,
Whatever it be its into change eftsoons,
Bellows are riding above the land -
Without the greenness the land is nothing but sand.

With the wind thee wrap us in thy lap;Oh!Nature massive -
I regret on part of those who make the process passive.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Whisper

                        As I gazed through my window I see a Willow tree..
                        I think I'll go outside and sit beneath it and wheep.

                        As I  wheep beneath this Willow tree I heard a
                        whisper behind me saying...
                        do not be sad my friend I am here to comfort you.

                        As I turned around to see where the whisper was
                        coming from..
                        I heard the samething again..,
                        do not be sad my friend I am here to comfort you.

                       "Who are you I asked," and "What are you I asked?"

                        Why I  am the voice of the Willow tree you sit
                         beneath to wheep!
                        
                          

            

                   


Details | Ballad | |

LOSING WHAT'S NOT MINE

Escaping reality
seems the only way
to really feel free;
lying back on a soft meadow,
looking up to see
the scarlet moon 
rushing against another shadow...
before the coming of dawn!

Losing what's not mine,
its very hard of letting go,
because it took more
that faith to get where I am...
and only be left with pride! 

I took a forgotten dream,
and turned it into a vision:
to set the mood of passion...
to steadly touch, not just feel!

Losing what' not mine
makes me doubt the meaning 
of those unconvincing words;
how did I fell for a lie so unforgiving,
too unpleasant to be remembered by time... 
to which everything belongs?

Every star has gone to another sky,
and the pale moon won't leave;
how should I forget about Eve,
if I have no strength to cry?

  


Details | Free verse | |

The Big UnEasy

It was all good a week ago,
Bourbon Street was full of energy,
The air saturated with laughter, Gumbo, Jambalaya and Catfish.
The wind whispering sweet nothings in your ear,
Farewell to the last days of summer.
But in my slumber, hurricane season was here,
The wind no longer whispered, but she cried for help,
And suggested that we do the same.
As God's fury swept across the delta,
With a similar rage that had driven Hitler during the Holocaust,
The same "Big Easy" that was adored and cherished,
Had become as uneasy as an upset stomach.
In complete emotional distraught, I pinched myself,
Hoping to awaken from this Purgatory... and I did.
Only to find the ocean inhabiting the streets of New Orleans,
Filled with corpses, that swam through the water like schools of fish,
The air saturated with death, hunger, despondency and lamentation.
With my faith paralyzed, I turned to look up at the broken sky,
Seeking an answer from God about what had happened.
As if he had sighed before answering,
The same wind that had once whispered those sweet nothings, daintily cried,
Katrina, Katrina... Katrina.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Red Rose

                        He walked by on his country walk, to see a garden full of leaves and 
one red rose nearby a tree. He pondered significantly how this rose could still 
exist. Coming back day after day; he truly thought the rose would be diminished. 
But to his surprise it still stood without a blemish. The man kept coming as he 
would walk by the garden full of leaves to see the flower; nothing touching it, not 
even a ray. Years past and the man could not see. A couple more came by freely. 
Now the man is truly happy. For he is buried by the tree and the garden is full 
again, but not with leaves. Roses gleam in mid day as sunlight hits them as they 
sway.


Details | Free verse | |

Endless is Time

Seasons blend together,
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.
Endless time forever,
I feel no change at all...


Details | Free verse | |

Where I Walk

On the sweltering sands of this hourglass
is where I walk....

My bare feet blister. 
It feels as though I am walking on hot coals.
As I struggle to walk,
I see images of beautiful lakes and ponds.
The hot air, with its lies and deceit,
has fooled my brain into believing
that the crystal pools of water ahead of me
are genuine.
But soon I realize that
the only water for miles is my own perspiration. 

I have no one here....
nothing....

My only company is the tiny grains of sand--
an audience of orange, white, and black.
But the wind continually picks them up
and carries them to a new world,
away from me.
Everyone here is bored with my performance.
What is it I have done?

Sadly, I explore this empty world
with my brown marble eyes, 
looking for someone....
something....
I realize that I am surrounded by magnificent artwork--
beautiful mountainous sculptures
that mirror the smooth flow of the wind.
But rather than enjoying this desert's art gallery,
I instead tell myself that
these sculptures are another obstacle
that I must face 
to find my way out of this lonely barren world.

I cup my hands around my mouth and plead,
"Is anyone out there?
Can anyone hear me?"

No echo.

No reply. 


Details | Verse | |

Never too late to grow a conscience

Life so often gets quite tough
Relations hard to find
I have been blessed with quite enough
Emotions on my mind
A persevering strength as such
Spiritual growth defined
From rising up above so much
To conquer the unkind

Till one day I’ll pitch up for work
And find in disbelief
Gates locked tight, no pull or jerk
Shall budge or bring relief
Bankrupt in the blink of my eye
Tortured and in grief
Looking back on years gone by
Pain is all but brief

In losing all that I once owned
Proudly humbled astray
Right then I’d start to think of Job
The prices he would pay
In misery then I would fall
Unto my knees and pray
For anyone I could recall
Who hungered day by day

“For the survivors of Hurricane Katrina…
…and those about to face Rita”


Details | Free verse | |

I'll Never See a Bird Up Close


There it goes

Fluttering along

With the breath of spring

As its rustling wings echo

In my ears like permanent memories,

Its image brightening the day scenery.

 

But as I tiptoe as if the grass was thin ice

My close view is what I sacrificed,

When the bird flapped its wings and

Soars away

 As if my tiptoes

Brought rumbling tremors.


Details | Quatrain | |

AN ICE STORM

Winter is slamming my lovely town with an ice storm,
giving it a resemblance of an alpine village
not nestled in pines, but with bigtooth aspens so tall; 
I should be at work today, not wallowing in rage.


The backyard trees are weighed down 
by the icy snow, and they are about to break;
using caution is to avoid a death-trap...
even a red-breasted blackbird uses intuition.


Winter is slamming my lovely town with an ice storm;
it once was so sunny with kids ridings on rolling skates,
before this dreadful wheather stepped in to punish them all,
taking charge and bringing, with its wrath, drastic changes.


Plenty of snow to shovel, until late night with a will so reluctant; 
my head hurts and my nose runs and sneezing is frequent...
I have a cold, and the remedy is tea with lemon and honey,
do you have any suggestions how to end my misery?


Winter is slamming my lovely town with an ice storm, repulsing spring's advances,
and February is a reputed villain conspiring, not making concessions;
impassive and imposing on a love-sick's kindness, worsening his stress.... 
to deny him empathy, embattling itself and not restoring calmness.


Details | I do not know? | |

Nature's Fury

It hurls it's fury

With a force gale strong

It unleashes in volume

Destruction all along

It tempts all fate

Making no room for debate

Fury blew open hell's door

A pathway of debris

As far as the eye could see

You poured out miserable grief

To the unsuspected, 

You preyed on the weak

Volumes of water so high

Ravaging the land

No match was beast or man

Helpless to do anything they can.


Details | I do not know? | |

MAKE BELIEVE

The words you say, make believe.
The dreams we share, make believe.
The life we had, make believe.
The vows and promises we made, make believe.
The memories I have, make believe.
The person I thought you were, make believe.
Us!
Make believe!
The only thing in this make believe relationship that wasn’t make believe,
Was me,
And I was only a fading memory slowly on the way to make believe.


Details | I do not know? | |

Silent Darkness

Shrouded by darkness.
No Sun to pass this way.
Not a wind to be stirring,
the earth stood still today.


Details | I do not know? | |

WHAT ARE TEARS

What are tears, but shattered dreams built up over years.
All, god hears!
Showers pore over tenderness so sore.
I want more!
Why love when pain makes a big we stain.
It’s enough to drive an angel insane.
Run far away from emotions you feel have begun.
Beware it’s real!
Temptation applies right down to it’s heals.
The sole peals.
It is a lie that steadily dies.
This becomes a demy.
It takes you high then back down to a blasphemy sigh.
It becomes merely shy
But dicises itself as sweet honey pie.
Misery and love are a tie.
Make a witness upon our eyes.
It is light and dark as night.
It can also fall out of sight between boundaries of black and Wight.
You cannot hold it tight.
It’s not worth the fight.
It sells the wedding bells.
It brings it to raging hells.
Love is not what it spells.
A paining chest knows best, it will sever the covering breast.


Details | Ode | |

Ode to Earth

Ode to the earth which we enjoy
Bringing us happiness and sorrow ness
Bringing each other closer and closer to the most closest
Bringing us together for joy

We think we care so much for the earth
Yet we pollute it with carelessness
Cruel humans, cruel polluters
Reduce, reuse, recover, RECYCLE

REDUCE the amount of garbage and make composts
REUSE grocery bags to replace garbage bags
RECOVER energy from wastes that cannot be used for something else
RECYCLE plastics and paper

Together we can make a difference
Together we will help the earth
Together we will fight against polluting
Together we will be Earthkeepers


Details | Rhyme | |

More Snow in Kentucky

The blues of the blue grass state 
Is that the green is covered by the white
So sleep, dream of new warmer days
To the winter, then quickly say goodnight


Details | Quatrain | |

Destiny of Flower

What's the luck of flower?
A poor little thing,
Drooping down in fall,
Getting picked in spring.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Dog Team

The leader is ahead, you know,
His head held high, his chest held low,
As he races through the snow,
Where he leads, the rest will go.

The harnessed dogs have aching feet,
A pound of fish is all they eat,
Yet they will never face defeat,
Till their job is all complete.

The pride of pulling is in their heart,
Till death will make their lives depart,
They will pull the rugged sleigh,
Until they see their final day.

They toil without one complaint,
They try to keep from being faint,
Sled dogs are, I know, a faithful saint,
A picture of Christ's life they paint,

He died faithfully for His greatest love,
He died so we may all be with Him above,
And if the sled dog loves pulling the sled so,
Jesus loved to save from sins, so much more you know?


Details | Ballad | |

A WISH FOR RICHNESS

It may sound foolish or even insane
to have a wish for richness or fame,
and it's perfectly normal and human 
to long for things we don't have;
but it's morally wrong to use them
against others...for one's greed and gain!

That conviction comes from inside,
uncovering the unclearness of doubt...
without being afraid of answers so dark;
faith seems worthless without a vision in the mind..
be persistent in seeking gold with an enormous risk,
and many will try a thousand times until they find it! 

A small seed will grow into a rich harvest...
sun-nurtured and rain-quencher before sunset,
and all these things you desire
are obtained through prayer;
don't heed the cynic's advice:
push forward  with endless stride!

A wish for richness has different motives,
discard the unworthy ones, consider the good ones;
curiousity and effort make people successful,
'till their empty basket is completely full!
Never did I see  believers struggle for food;
it was given because they bow down to a true God! 

Real food comes from the fertile earth,
those who eat it will not know early death;
millions of people die from man-made diseases:
cigarettes, drugs, alchool, and promiscuous sex;
if these are to continue, there'll be no one left!  

Be considerate of others...don't do anything
you don't want to be done to yourself;
have the kindest heart overflowing with giving:
never stop at anything, if someone laughs;
your determination is the result of dedication:
let all watch and envy you for your perception!       


Details | I do not know? | |

forest of dreams

The white blanket of snow covers your life,
it hides the world of your yesterdays,
it makes everything look new,
let it fall over you.
a white capped mountain,
a white silvery forest,
your memories of yesterdays on each laden branch,
the forest of your dreams glistening diamonds of white.
the glistening diamonds fall from above,
each one a memory of what you should,
some are dreams of what you could,
the white white blanket of a new way.
the day will come when it melts away,
to turn your life a dullish gray,
but the silvery forest of your memories and dreams,
will carry you through for the next white snow flakes to fall over you


Details | Rhyme | |

While I sit with flowers around me

While I sit with flowers around me,
I see many butterflies and a bee
They remind me of summer days
When I sit on the beach and agaze
Gaze, agaze and think what makes our earth
Then I realized that was not the question, but what it is worth
It is worth o so much, yet why do we pollute it
And for how much we need the earth, it is not worth it


Details | I do not know? | |

PICTURES

Pictures and smiles a families great descise.
Photographs of a normal family an illusion of what it secretly hides.
The family portrait in the hall is one of our biggest lies.
Our grins leave out what our eyes confides.
That day we were playing in the yard.
He got mad and beat me with a crow bar.
The pictures of my parents in Mexico left her scared.
He bashed her head in to the steering wheel of the car.
The pictures of little Travis playing with his new bike.
He was supposed to be happy but it wasn’t right.
Our dad picked up a PCP pipe for his strike.
When it comes to you father how are you suppose to fight.
It’s amazing what you don’t see in pictures.
It’s amazing how the truth is so easy to ignore.
People can be so blinded by wall fixtures.
It brings new meaning to what pictures are for.
The pictures of our happy family at the beach
Ended when my father was buried 6 feet.
My mother grabbed a knife the only thing in reach.
Now with her in jail my families incomplete.
Pictures hide so many things.
Pain only these pictures bring.


Details | Elegy | |

Living Without You


A garden, 
blooming 
and sea of 

beauties dancing in the smile of 

morn orb. The 
sexy posture of 
a rose 

stands afore, yet, her glow cannot

outshine 
the diamonds
rolling down 

on my cheeks, nor can solve 

the paradigm
of my day 
obscured— 

by your absence, my love!


Details | Free verse | |

Free Yourself

i can be violet as I raise my head of knowledge
toward the shrinking sky above, it knows nothing,
and we wait for the sign, we set our watches
and we groove where there is nothing to play, to sing,
to remember before the sunrise.
But sometimes it's better to regret
than hope too late and dream just enough.
I sent you a letter filled with aphids
to chew your mind away.
You won't be thinking the same things soon,
you won't notice that I'm gone,
leaving the maroon ribbons tied to the drawer
that no one has ever opened before.
"Somehow I miss the realizations
but then I find them again," you say
as you leave town on Sunday,
you can't see the sign that I see
and together doesn't make a "we"
But I love the darkness
I love the mystic breeze
turning my face into a soft oval shape
as I turn my eyes toward the trees,
they have always spoken to me.
I'll see you again in a hundred years,
I will fight to dissolve a heart winding
around the bricks of this domain,
we will open packages of dusty books
but never shed any tears
and we won't sing a refrain.


Details | Free verse | |

Disconnected

I was disconnected
deleted
for that something
I had said
but I wanted to know
what was in 
his heart and head
I had gifted him my thoughts
where they
could easily be read
until I am alive there
I might as well be dead
though we are still 
connected in many
other ways
and I want to have him
fill my heart and days
a woman loves a man
in so very many ways
but what he holds 
in his heart 
is the reason 
that she stays


COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | I do not know? | |

window-a prisoners saviour

One day Ill find a window,
Where the light shines through.
No more darkness, no more pain.
A pathway to my freedom;
A rope to save the fallen;
A direction on a barren lane;
The name of an unknown soldier.
A step into the future
And away from the past.
They say that light leads way to the Angels.
Twas the light of the Northern star
Which led the Magi to Bethlehem
To witness the birth of Christ.
	Its lets me know that existence still exists
Outside my black universe;
That off my black canvas
Lays a pallet full of colours,
And a world I cannot see.
	It stopped the loneliness
And lent me the gift of time.
If only I could reach
To feel the outside world,
To smell the flowers so sweet,
Wave the seasons goodbye
As they come and go.

But here, these chains encapture me,
Alone in this room-
Only a window for company.


Details | I do not know? | |

Barren

Darkness steals away the light of day.
The trees stripped of their cover
stand in skeletal remains.
Crisp cold breezes bear the pains
of the dead and weakened souls.


Details | Sonnet | |

Frigid

Your resentment bites as the frigid sea
In a frozen arctic land.
The initial encounter brings agony
That no human could sainly withstand.
The breath from my lungs is harshly exhaled,
And goose bumps plague my pale skin.
The pain that your anger first had unveiled
Is replaced by a numbness within.
My muscles are stiff, I can no longer fight
This war that you have begun.
I try to yell out and curse you despite
The fact that my struggle is done. 
Your bitter words have no more control.
This death will free my broken soul. 


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #15 / Nowhere to go

Nowhere to go, nobody to sea
cut off your anchors, unfurl the sails
and drift.
Why fight fate?


Details | Rhyme | |

Life's Up's And Downs

life sure has it's 
up's and downs

but this is no reason 
to wear such a sad 
looking frown

for the sun still rises 
escapading her crown

as the wind silently whistles 
to a flutal sound

birds and butterflies flutter 
amidst grassy carpet mounds

children's laughter how profound
little toes buried in sands ground

aqua velvet splashguarding abound
rockbeds and lighthouses I found

so family and friends 
let's gather around 

and go out and even 
hit some new found towns

for life may seem to have 
it's up's and downs but

refuse to wear a 
such sad looking frown

for if not for our savoir
blessing this earth's ground

there would be nothing left but peeps
and wispered uttered sounds



Go Out And Enjoy Life
And Nature Too

Listen To The Whispers Of The Wind


Details | Ballad | |

Wings to Fly

If I had wings to fly
I would surely fly away
To a desert time and place
So none could find my face
If I had wings to fly
I would soar above the clouds
Far from here and now
To where? To there somehow
If I had wings to fly

If I had wings to fly
I would fly to be alone
Where nothing could go wrong
And I would sing my song
If I had wings to fly
I would mount above the world
To escape your winds that whirl
And the stones of boys and girls
If I had wings to fly

If I, If I had wings to fly, I would view from a bird's eye
How lonely you and I would be when doves fly, doves cry
If I, If I had wings to fly I would view from a bird's eye
How lonely you and I would be when doves cry, doves die  (Chorus)

If I had wings to fly
I'd fly right back to truth
To a place of hope with you
Where we could start anew
If I had wings to fly
I'd make my flight complete
And take you high with me
For all the world to see
If I had wings to fly

If I had wings to fly
I'd not fly away again
For I was wrong there and then
I won't wish for where I've been
If I had wings to fly
I'd give my wings to you
For your love for me is proved
And our love can not be moved
Even if I had wings to fly


Details | I do not know? | |

Healing Heat

T’was on a coolish summer night
Amidst dusk creatures howling
Fullest moon in all its might 
Essence of darkness prowling
Life was going on despite
The smell of death still lurking
Hooting owls returned from flight
Whilst bustling fast foods working

The lushes plains were over flowing
Long summer days, glorious delight
Nature’s feast, full bellies glowing
Bountiful prey, no need to fight
All was too good, balance shifting
The reaper saw this “minor” plight
“The edges need a little trimming”
His words while staring at the site

Ferocious speed, his sickle dangling
Takes to the fields with fury swipes
With each foul swoop, retracting, angling
And strikes a rock, a spark ignites
Catches his robe, him not knowing
The cloak of darkness set alight
Sends wildfires meandering
And creatures paralyzed with fright
 
This fire demon out sprinting
The fastest champion’s muscle drive
Wide-eyed hypnosis, heartbeat racing
Through the terror must survive
Flee from heated clutches chasing
See no moisture in dry eye
Longing for the heat embracing
Fuel unsoothed by wailing cry

Second winds and new beginnings
Tears falling from smokey skies
Transformations so amazing 
Blackened gravesite, torched surprise
Through the charcoal trees still burning
Fevered wings prepare for flying
Hope resembled, familiar yearning 
Phoenix spirit from ashes rising


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SEPTEMBER DAYS

September sadness, sweet and sour,      
A dagger piercing heart and soul.
Nostalgic flood tides rush to shore,
With tender memories of old.
                                   
Cicada swan songs wax and wane
In melancholy symphony.
Secluded crickets strum their harps
In monotonic harmony.
                                 
A carefree summer sounds retreat
Before the mellow, golden haze.
Autumn sadness fills our lives
With bitter sweet September days.


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Untitled #73 / Muddy the ground

Muddy the ground, somber the skies
the earth is crying.
Can you hear it?


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I Love the Rain

I Love the Rain
Because we danced in it together
I Love the Rain
Because it's where we had our first kiss, but most of all
I Love the Rain
Becasue You can Cry in it, and no one would know


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Impact

In the land of old

Runs a liquid of pure gold

Land where the oil flows

In the ground below

Black and thick in it's flow

Waiting for the rigs to blow

Drilling throughout the land

Out on the prairie sand

As they pump the barrels full

And more of earth's resources they pull

They are only to happy to find

Black oil of any grade or kind

As the price shoots sky high

it will bring many officials to lie

About the impact on the land

Because only the almighty dollar will stand.


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Death Forest

Danger cracks while fears blow by
White flames reflect on the forests' face
Obtuse angled deaths and white roses
Still hang in their branches as memories displace


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VOLCANOES AND TWISTERS

Once in a while, Mother Nature goes mad,
When this happens, all living things get sad,
For when she is angry, things start to get bad,
Volcanoes, and twisters, and earthquakes are glad.

Mother says to her children, "You're free to run wild,
For at this point, I refuse to be mild, 
These humans are ruining my beautiful gardens,
And I refuse to give them all pardons."

So we have weather that really gets tough,
Volcanoes and twisters really show their stuff,
And it's sad but the weather, men cannot control,
No matter how much he has made this his goal.

So poets and people all over this world,
Try to be nice or you may get twirled-then swirled,
For Mother Nature may decide to start fighting back,
So she can hold together and mend all those cracks.


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A Spider

4 me this is a mystery,

Still afraid of spiders I see.

Being stuck, like me in here,

Had no way out – just like I fear.

So in this, we R the same,

Both part of life’s, hard won game.

Until she fell & finally died,

My heart it broke, & I just cried.


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Alabaster Wraith




The North Wind whistles as she lifts
her soft and sequenced hair,
her milky gown glows amethyst
as moon drops gather where
the Earth’s soft, gentle eyes fall closed
and tears arrest the night.
Her sleepy heart, to all exposed
abreast the piles of cold calcite.

I see her nearing silhouettes
her shadow long and bleached.
I’ve felt the chill of groaning bones
and heard Elysium beseech.
And so I wait through trials of
the Alabaster Wraith,
she dawns upon the still walls of 
a midnight void of faith.

White gypsum stars fall from her eyes
her hope all buried in the quiet.
Crescendos rise in moans and sighs
as Alabaster anguish riots.
She leaves a frozen chandelier
on every branch an blade of grass,
a billion shards of nature’s tears
like silver bells of glinting glass.

Oh, winter white symphonic, mute
her muffled voice like shuffling leaves;
winter’s sad lamenting flute
has petrified the autumn sheaves.
The alabaster wraith intrudes,
her silent chords of neutrals play
her sad requiems I can’t elude
as Earth is swaddled ‘neath her splay.

Her head held low, her eyes aloft
her face a shield of sleepiness;
her anger heavy, sadness soft
her weary smiles slowly undressed-
She leaves a silent sweet tranquility
upon the hush of nature’s breath
She rests in nature's mute soliloquy
beneath her shredded burdens depth.




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The Elephants

Across the grasslands they move so slow
Gentle giants, strong enough to kill with just one blow

Yet, compassionate enough to cry
As one of their fallen is about to die

Shot illegally for an ivory prize
The pain shows in his big eyes

The elephants gather to mourn their loss
The leader of their pack dead among the grass and moss

Days later they restart their journey across the plains
Through the blinding sunshine and the torrential rains

A widow, a baby, a mother, all left alone
For only a treasure of white bone

Months and months go by
When, all of a sudden the widow cries

The elephants have traveled back
To the scene of the savage attack

Before them lie their leader’s bones
Among the dirt and insects, all alone

With their massive trunks, the bones they feel
Hoping that this will help them heal


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Rebirth

cooler breezes settle deeper
      in her summer shoes
heavy steps push her troubled heart
      to echo in canyons beyond
faith whispers awake her broken
      spirit languishing, waiting
for
skies of a fairer blue
      washed clean of summer’s
          discordant dust
autumn arrives on winter’s tears
      as
desert songbirds rebirth and sing sweet songs 
      to heaven's grace
          once again


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Don't lose our love

Father please stop yelling,
your voice booms all around.
We got so used to hearing it – 
we switch off to the sound.

Oh yes it’s true we hear you
but your voice is now a noise;
it’s not what you say – that we can hear,
just abusive, boystrous tones.

If you stop a while, take time to think -
And plan what you might say?
Maybe you’d talk instead of shout,
and then we’d respond and work things out.

But while your respond in dulcid tones,
whilst all we hear is put downs, moans.
While all you do is scream and yell,
you’ll push us away – so far until…

You’ll lose our love, and all respect,
we’ll grow up not knowing loving yet;
run to the first who shows interest,
repeat history, life of whole regret…

You’ll lose our love, so stop this now,
teach us to love , to talk things through.
We’re not so bad, you’ll see us now,
And as a unit we’ll learn to grow…and flourish…

Make you proud, you’ll see.
Make you understand your love of me,
Be still, be heard – in quiet reserve,
with dignity, respect, and glee…

be proud.


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Return To Me

autumn afternoons glow with colorful nuances
i delight in shades of crimson
but not as much as azure
no not as much as the color of your kind, confident eyes
if only i could swim in the crisp cool blue of your eyes
and watch the shades of azure 
deepen as i get closer to your heart
but eyes are only a window to the soul 
not the doorway

when daylights exhausted its wealth of amber hues
and eve brings upon us shadow 
i take comfort in the five pillows that surround me
yet i am not as comforted in cotton and down 
as i am in a handful of your honey tares
fine as strands of spun sugar
and by the time I'll recognize this moment
the moment will be gone

for true loves sweet endeavor 
to wait to find this will last forever
but as seasons change autumn to winter
so does passions sweet affairs
a brief exchange then a wave good bye
if i never stop could i find
you just might wave hello again
to belive my life is gonna see
the love i give return to me


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The King



O! Leaves are crisped and it was just fall
       overlooking us through the teary window.
           Ay! They seek me sipping the crystalline wine
And they admire your charms, looks, whispering, "He is fine."

E! Tis the nightfall of slumber watching us,
        admiring you and I.  You were king and I, a princess,
            overruling the season fall to a distant palace of possible romance.
And I've heard them yelp with glee, cheer with the rainfall of water as they dance.

But even fall was nervous to let you know I am waiting for just a kiss,
         They listen to our past of love.  I had nothing but you were already in a romance.
               To me I felt high for you, it is true.  The earth knows I am falling for
the royalty.
But through the night, you fall to your velvet and silk, I get a little blue and feel
terribly empty.

When the sky is lit filled in sun rays and sunshine,
        I wished for it conquered to the night, hoping for another chance.
               But even the fall knew, the night was lazy and tired.  No more, no more, no
more
My heart drags for a kiss, to sip for wine and to seek for the king just once more.



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As She Revolved...

The storm of absolution
broke the headache in relief
with the lightning of redemption
drowning earth in blanket grief
The sky went dark at noon's abyss
and cleared the land, tsunami kiss
The flood of restitution
blew the mind of all involved
with just a touch of slowing the earth
in her orbit, as she revolved.


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A Dream

Some day I hope to fly away to some distant land
all covered in water and sand

I would love to wake up to nature's beauty
whether its the birds in the tree 
or the fish in the sea

It doesn't matter what I do or say
this dream will never come some day

Every night I pray that I am wrong 
for some day I hope to hear nature's song


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Driving Where We Used to Ride

6 earthmovers terracing a hill, 
no more horses in a swale of green.				
4 lanes westbound, 4 lanes east. 
Caterpillars are eating the fields> 
We take the long easy curves
black-shod.


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Sad Geese Make the skies gray



Geese, electrified, dances smoothly.
Yellow wings serenade elegies
amongst the endless sky.
 Sorrow washes stained 
blueness satisfaction near rain
Shattering grayness sighs


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The Night's Reflection

                                                The night has come,
                                                 And the land is dark
                                       The sea reflects the moonlight,
                                                  As the darkness
                                                  Reflects my heart...
 


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Mr. World

What'll I say, about yesterday,
something wrong, no longer seems the same,
what'll I say, about today,
I wonder why no one will take the blame, 
so her we are, Mr. World,
the clock keeps ticking on and on,
what'll we do, Mr. World,
to right the things that we've done wrong,

pollution in the air,
no one seems to care,
as it slowly drains your life away,
nuclear power,
they say it saved the hour,
but from your moans I know that man will pay,

violence and hate,
they don't make us wait,
they just keep driving us to the brink to disaster,
jealously and greed, 
on each we do feed,
which just makes our trip a little bit faster,

so here we are, Mr. World,
the clock keeps ticking on and on,
what'll we do Mr. World,
to right the things that we've done wrong,
what'll I say, about yesterday,
how we treated the world fills me with sorrow,
and about today, if we do the same,
there might not be no tomorrow.


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Lonely Moon

Light sneaks through the trees
I'm covered in pale moon drops
Lonely moon, like me.


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Nature's Weeping....

          Ominous clouds

                      dark moving shroud

                                    cries for justice...


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The Sea

If the sea could hear
What would it hear
Would it hear young children crying in fear
Or would it hear the songs
Of migrating whales year after year
What would the sea hear

If the sea could smell 
What would it smell
Would it smell oil not cleaned up well
Or would it smell the faint scent 
Of a sea slug's jell
What would the sea smell

If the sea could see 
What would it see
Would it see trapped sea turtles calling "help me"
Or would it see dolphins
Swimming wild and free
What would the sea see

If the sea could speak
What would it say 
Would it say please don't treat me that way
Or would it say
Look at the seals as they swim and they play
We all know what the sea would say


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Emptiness of a Shell

I pick a shell up out of the ocean
I pour its water out of the shell
But the ocean remains within it
I hear its water inside my ear
Everytime I am at the ocean
Anytime I will hold a shell
I hear emptiness sounds its limit
Sometimes it water seems so near

                                                                   03-31-1995


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Pretend

When he said goodbye I watched my world fall apart.
I paid greatly with my heart.
How do two hearts on the same path part?
One single word defied	
And the true love forever died.
The word goodbye!
I look up and wach the stars cry.
Where do I go from here?
Silently I shed a tear.
I still love you,
But you will never know.
I won’t left a hand when its time for you to go.
I sit here as my heart finishes breaking in two.
Right now, I know your with you know who.
After everything we’ve been thru
There is nothing left to do.
I will give up the fight.
It’s the only thing that’s right.
It will take all my might.
I will pretend I don’t care.
Life is never fair.
I say I could care less,
But the truth I will never confess.
You were the center of my heart.
I don’t know where to start.
It’s done
When it just begun.
I would have spent the rest of my life with you,
If only you had loved me too.
Why couldn’t you be true!
I have to face the fact we are thru.
It’s a nightmare come true.
The truth is I never knew.


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Nature's Child

Katrina was a lonely child
Who just couldn’t fit in
All by herself she’d play alone
And just begin to spin
To hide rejection, to forget
Kept going until dizzy
To fill the empty hole through her
Confusion kept her busy
Her toys would fly and make a mess
She wouldn’t stop to care
Cause if she did her soul just might
Expose her naked stare
They teased her then chased her away
And even though she’d try
To keep her secret locked inside
She’d run away and cry
In her abode, unknowingly
Her mother just awoke
From her sweet slumber, suddenly
She almost too did choke
On tears pushed up into her throat
And cause her eyes to burn
Enraged by a daughter’s heartache
She too would start to turn
And seek out those who brought this on
Both ladies now been scorned
Revenge to avenge and protect her own
A powerless wrath adorned


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The Rugged Hills

The rugged hills I look upon seem so deserted.
Yet the whispering wind blows
through those hills of singing
a song of yesterday's wrongs.

The rugged hills I will always remember.
Their beautiful shapes and the
eerie sounds of the wind.

That bends through those hills
with the songs of everything 
that went wrong.

I will climb up those winding trails
to the top.

I will see my entire destiny
down below and I will perch on top
of those hills, to listen to the
wind songs of yesterday's blues.

That took the wrong bend that sends
those winds to the sounds of the
eerie cries of why people will die!

Because of their lies and deceit
that makes them feel incomplete to
meet those rugged hills of
yesterday's blues!


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Relapse

A summer sweetness fills the air,
And spring is in the park,
But winter chills their hearts of gold,
And clothes them in the dark

A song is on the lips of trees,
And blooming flowers hum,
But autumn turns them all to brown,
And rids them of the sun

A calming lull is on the pond,
And sleeping shore is still,
But storm arrives to take the clouds,
And rain against their will

A silver moon is in the sky,
And stars are out to play,
But shadow hides their sparkling eyes,
And turns their light to grey.


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Two steps back . . .

Plant me deep
stomp on this slumbering earth
bleed moonlight in measured increments
starve me for sunlight and
you
smite all possibility of growth from this deprived soil

~~~~~~

          Close your heart
          and
          hear with your head
          what the music sings to your dead bones

~~~~~~
                
                      Imagine humid earth dormant
                            rested
                                vacant
                                     starved
                      begging your strength

~~~~~~~

                                     Restless me
                                     running free
                                     lost and asleep
                                     dreaming
                                     of screaming


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Rain n Snow

Rain is just a crying sky
Clouds full up
And then they sigh
At what evaporates before their eyes
Rain is just a crying sky

Snow is just frozen tears
Derived from hopelessness and fears
Wind blows tears from the rain
But then they fuse to ease the pain

Life is full of rain and snow
Rain that comes and rain that goes
Dropping fast and floating slow
Life is full of rain and snow



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Ascension

He scaled Ascension mountain, 
stood lost upon 
a monument of stone. 

Stared out across the 
bare Death Valley sweep, 
eyes hooded, all alone. 

Beneath an eagle beat 
throughout cauldron haze, 
majestic wings. 

Blurred and shimmered, 
ruling like an airborne 
king of kings. 

He stood over him, 
down looking until 
his long shadow was stole. 

On the eagle spine, 
swooping low, 
ferried his living soul. 

With him took 
all of his dreams 
into the desert sky. 

With him took 
all of his mind 
raised his spirit high. 

With him took 
his life and times, 
turbulently spun. 

On the eagle spine 
ferried his soul 
into the heart of the sun. 


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Landmark

when the stars first formed in an unlit sky,
i opened my eyes and wondered why.

when the weather turned and scooped me up,
i flew and swam and never looked back.

when the sun beat fast and lightning flashed,
i laughed at the madness as my dreams were smashed.

but when the first flowers opened and i saw the colour blue,
i cried with joy at the thought of you.


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Age Old Nemesis.

Each moment of Now dissolving
Into the murkiness of yesterday eyes
Perched upon the epochs pinnacle
Vision thickening passes times shadow
Beckoning out in desperate timbre
“Hold!! You forgot me…”

Eyes lamented in sorrowed rapture
Alphabetized memories recalled
So alive themselves I hear their pulsing
Rhythmic upon calloused palms I hold
Almost warming within hollowed pupils
“I am still the same man…”

Nemesis steals closer bawling my name
Ravaging my essence of early life’s vigor
Weighting my shoulders with Atlas’ burden
Slashing my face with a gray bloodied dagger
The looking glass reflecting all that I am…
“What have you done to me…?” 

Hushing winds…

Time laughs onward


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Reverie

Willingly I float like a bubble not yet punctured
through endless fields of imagination
Aimlessly I wander without a destination

Drawn into an untainted world
A pure, blissful realm painted with virginity
I am calmed by nature’s talents as I fall into the web of felicity

I hear the wordless echo of the friendly spirits 
Their gentle voices of crystal erase reality’s influence
The comforting hands of enchantment pull me away from the world’s choking grip
And release me into the breath of innocence

As I float on weightless clouds of cotton candy
The burden of restriction, like the day, slowly disappears
My eager fantasies escape their suffocating boundaries
And my daydream opens its eyes again, despite of all the fears

I ease away from heartless Earth
As I ease into the better ambience
To a place where my heart can breathe unafraid 
And not be encumbered by the face of grievance


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not knowing

sitting there lifeless,
not knowing what is next to come,
praying the phone will ring,
bringing some news of life without loss,
days went by as you racked your brain,
wondering who is lost,
wanting him to call,
he's a firefighter, not just your dad,
he saves lives, he cant be lost,
this one simple storm,
it blew your life away,
in one quick sweep,
your sweet dream of safety was disturbed,
everyone you speak to tells you just stay where you are,
they say don't come home,
its too early to tell,
but to late to save anything,
all hope is lost when 2 weeks go by,
no word from your family,
no sight of your dad, the fire fighter,
he's brave you know but not made of steel,
you think no one can break him,
but mother nature has one this one,
she broke your home, your just assembled life,
now you set out to find the pieces left to rot,
to see there is nothing left behind,
your dad rescued as many as he could,
but wound up needing rescuing him self,
Your home destroyed and your memories floated away,
so you move on to a new world of hope,
still strong enough to rebuild but to weak to hold on,
the struggle has just started to begin,
so don't let your guard down,
and don't loose sight of the ones you love,
hold on tight,
don't let mother nature win again,


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The silent season

Lay apon the cold dark night
Broken branches and scattered stones
Feel the winter  creeping into your bones
Wrapped in decayed leaves 
Scented pine billowing 
And retrieved  
Over my shoulder I see the signs
For the weary take flight 
For it shall soon be night
And when the new day has began 
The black bird will scream
Piercing like a beam
In hasten the clouds did bring
The wind 
Whirling at your side like a weapon
Arching all in its wake 
Take cover now and feel no more pain
For when this is done you'll feel the rain 
Washing away
Wearing away 
For all to see, the damage that has fallen onto to thee
Wake from under this season 
The onset of sunlight and reason 
Bare branches on your window
Tapping ever so lightly
As I lay there still 


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YOU WHO WILL LEAVE

I WEAR MANY MASKS SO YOU CAN’T SEE WHO I AM.
I RUN WHEN I CAN.
SO MUCH PAIN!
I COULD TELL YOU 
BUT, I HIDE FROM LIFE IT’S TRUE.
EVEN THOUGH I SHOULD NOT FIGHT,
EVEN THOUGH I KNOW IT’S RIGHT.
SCARED AND CONFUSED,
I HAVE BEEN ABUSED.
I HAVE NEVER BEEN ACUSED OF BEING OUTGOING
BUT NIEVE AND LOVING.
SO WHEN I LEAVE REMEMBER
I CAN’T GREIVE.
MAYBE IT WILL BE YOU WHO WILL LEAVE.


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An old bird in a nest

An old bird in a nest 

 

It was too aged and sick

lying in a dead end of the nest

None cared for its prey and its needs

It was deserted by its own blood

They are in the hands of youth 

who cared only to feed their own youngs

 

They feel that the old is of no use

its death would cause no great loss

Such selfish thought deserted the old friend

once so dear now a mere burden 

It decided

to put an end to its miseries

and committed suicide,

some feathers stood witness in the nest;

Not only few feathers and a lesson too:

the old age and death would come to all,

to me and to you.



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Spirit Of The Wolf

In gleaming drifts of white 
Silent paws upon the land 
Hunters, fierce and loyal 
Long before arrival of man

She hunted to survive 
Raised her pups to be free 
Inside the wolf a women's spirit
Wild, as she was meant to be 
With amber eyes she watches 
Man's attempt to rid the land 
Of everything he can't control 
Seeking to manipulate or demand 

She sees the fences to keep them out 
The traps to cruelly kill her kind
Wonders why the spirit of the wolf
Threatens so much in this time 

For in the past it wasn't this way 
Man and wolf had shared the wild 
Each learning from the other
Like a mother and a beloved child

She raises sorrowful amber eyes 
To beseech the Moon God above 
Protect the spirit of the wolf
And the world she has come to love 





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Era Noctis

A lady stares
Her tears tumble down
They form a pool
As she stares
The pool grows
She sits on an island
Surrounded by a lake
The tears still fall
Sadness peers out from her eyes
Her sorrow consumes
It fills leaving a hollow shell
Her soul departs with each tear
The lake is her being
She is free
Her soul drifts up to the sky
It blesses each star
Her face stares down from the moon
She is Lady Night


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Drowning

I know that it’s good
Most of the time
My heads above water
Most of the time
But sometimes I go under
And I’m really not fine
I’m gasping for breath
It’s a really thin line
I’m trying so hard to swim
But sometimes I sink
I’m trying hard not to hurt
But sometimes I think
I remember painful things
A wave crashing over me
The more that I remember
I’m getting drown at sea


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Jumping Spider

fushinantly fool scermently cool
redumptin plu sheir evening veiw
crumbling quil regarding shovent fear
shaded valued in few secment in shadaled in you
watchful in nude breaking it's point here in through
crindaled in vocrent shapays in laughing shaldint ruching dapu
crawling hold a burning nutold gaping the ejaga of it's fold
driping descent sragals the hearts intent
sleeping fade rutatual and fay required serpay
antalinaly free it' flys swift in burdened it' crys
garnage in fail prusudent she gambles
pre in the far shan of the trees night glave
truent it sits peacking farnsly bagum 
shmentid priceless for it's crin
smootched pragintin wasided plan retenda


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North Carolina Morning

Troubled with the weary world
and all the things that plague a girl
She stole a star-embedded sky
to turn her halfway right

The peaceful morning brings its light
to hungry squirrels and cardinals bright
Seeds to scatter, dreams to shatter
and absent, abstract thoughts that matter

Solid in determination
to fight her soul's elimination
Crying under glassy water
Tortured songs and hopes to carry
Fallen deep inside.

Creation visits but never lingers
It stirs you 'till you're fully centered
Alive with each new golden thought
Collected in the time you bought.


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Dusty Dreams

Age old emotion
Endless as the ocean
What was
What is
What potential
Lost in the commotion
Dusty dreams
Tarnished heart
Seperated from me
The day you did depart


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Shells of Winter

She feels to be broken, cast out and unkempt
to be left unwoken cocoon-like and bent
The egg shell of winter in powdered dust air
like fingers, like tendrils of wilt in her hair
Honesty in the room, blue and stiff beaten
like egg whites of snow crystallizing horizons
Just bury her too early sundown confessions
for she's lost in the shells of her pastime possessions


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Buttercups And Dust

Nothing much has grown since the drought moved in;
  a garden wasteland parched by relentless sun;
dismayed and discouraged I blink through beads of sweat,
  perspiration merged with stinging tears when day is almost done.
Wisps of orange smoke and a haze that dries the soul,
  dehydrated feelings lead to one too many drinks;
each breath a melancholic sigh; the fiery sun descending
  over hills and out at sea it seems to sizzle as it sinks.
What will become of me now that I am made an island
  and desperation frays the nerves so callous and unjust?
The barren lawn which stretches from the stoop into the future
  throws nothing up for miles and miles save buttercups and dust.


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Season Sonata

The watermarked weave of 
sunset's net
Does not soon force us
to forget
The leavening clouds
encasement soon
Of mallard's flight in night's
cocoon.
And in the morning sunlight's
dance,
The summer vermilion leaves
enhance
The platinum sheen of swooping
wren
As silver slug trails signature
an end.


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Reverie

Grasped in the marvel of
Euphoria,
Strewn by the nonchalant mind
 Of serene fascination, 
Drenched in odorous ecstasy,
A fire ignited by elation,

Flooded under sparkling skies,
Gleaming, flickering
Beneath a cerulean reflection,
A pirouette of eternal
Rapture and perfection…

Reality…as it all fades away… 
 
  
	


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Flame & Shadow

If i were a flame
what color would i burn
the sun is white & yellow-bright
could i be the same
a candle lit burns red in silent vigil
would my light embrace this purity
or blue & burn in fury would i be
or toxic green with no shame
like venom in a blaze
the sun is white & yellow-bright
could i be the same
would my fire change 
when i chanced to hear your name
reflect my heart amongst the flames


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Seurat Morning

It is the morning of the rain.

A misty Seurat haze
soothes eyes toward turning
vast distances apart.

Hands puzzle empty goblets,
ball-point table cloths.

Strangers pose
in silent bedrooms
near the rainbow of gasoline
weathered faint by somber rain.

Morning paints
its dim impressions,
serrates edges, swirls clouds
as rain rolls back
its dead man's eyes.


Details | I do not know? | |

Leaves of the Trees

Have you ever seen a tree?
A living thing it could be
Don’t just look at  it, look at it.
There is a whole world there
Just waiting to be seen.
It lives so you can live,
It means no one harm,
It is one with nature,
So many on the farm.

The leaves tell a story,
How healthy that it is,
When is the last rain fall.
Will you live tomorrow?
May I come and visit you,
What kind of greeting will I get?
You know I cut you down, 
Just doing what I am told,
I hate that awful sound,
As my saw takes your soul.

I can feel the mourning 
From all your relatives
I wonder what they are thinking,
On days like this.
I wish this didn’t have to be
I wish you could always be free
Why cant we  live in harmony?
Why do I have to cut you down?
What will your fate be, 
will you kiss the ground?

Go out be one with nature,
Live a harmonious life,
Freedom awaits you.
Take your time,
And look at the trees,
Look at the trees!


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Stage Left?

Balance it all like  spinning plates
Dinosaur crystal shards on the floor
Spin heated gravity holding our fates
Many yet cheering for more
Buffalo bone yards parking lots tell
Given the chance 
in this mad greedy dance
We’ll bid on some house lot in Hell
Coyote’s laughing in towns turning city
As rabbits and cats disappear
Nature replying is not  very pretty
As Green turns to gray every year
A druid is duelling with fear
For the ending of greed to be near
Barefoot and bloody not shedding a tear
Dancing barefoot in manic delight
In crimson crystal closing night


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Her Lost Story

A little girl, not yet the age of thirteen 
Plays alone amongst the bushes and the trees
Innocent and playful are her heart and mind
Graciously untouched by the harmful, unkind
Leaves begin to fall all about; revolving around her delicate feet
They glide down like paper; the weight of their sorrow forcing them to defeat
A young river, now full of life, flows swiftly nearby
Its sparkling clear beauty, glimmers of new light, shimmering down from the new day’s sky
The river slowly begins to cool
Its gentle touch is soft as the lamb’s freshly woven spool
The fog from the water creates new scene
A scene in her head that appears to be unclean
A chill from the winds creeps up her spine
Spreading in ridges leaving all kinds of lines
The thought of fear never crosses her mind
Not even the moment she is stuck from behind
The darkness of shadows drains into her sight
She is unwilling, unable to move or fight
The cold river once clear, is now filled with fog and color
Color like the leaves left behind by the earth mother
A warm wind blows along the bends
From the east; caring swift voices till they descend
The voices seem calm enough
Showing only glitches of the strong willed, the tough
Soon into the night they grow with greed and envy
Then slowly die out with the sounds of her pleas
A little girl not yet the age of thirteen 
Died alone, by a river; she was crushed by a falling tree
Not one heard the tree fall
Nor the screams of her call
Her body never to be found
Left to rot between the tree and the ground
Yet her spirit lives on
Living for the nature far beyond


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Trapped Spirit

HIs body decaying beneth the earth
HIs soul corrupted and trapped inside a box
Along with that of his soul, his spirit cannot move on
Paralized is his temple
Trapped inside his temple
Loathing now this temple
Longing for the free afterlife promised by his faith 
But inside this box the only thing to wish for is space
Nothing more but more years of pain
To never see the skys again


Details | Rhyme | |

Katrina