The bird’s house is capped with a snow drop.
The bird’s bath is a mushroom like form.
The branches all groan, snap, crackle, pop,
with the weight of the night’s snow so borne.
The cat’s on the rug near kitchen vent.
The furnace is pumping out more heat.
The tea kettle’s whistling with intent.
The old gal settles down with a sweet.
The car’s all shrouded, a sheet of white.
The trellis is a grand work of art.
Outdoors the benches all gleam with ice.
The new moon’s a rare, randy, upstart.
Darkness descends will a muffled whisper.
She sips tea and remembers who’s kissed her.
In solitude I sit, in the silence of thought
As my mind conjures memories past
In the still frame of shadows your image is caught
Seared in my memory the day it was cast
I wonder if your smile still has that glow
Oh, forbid the clouds to cover your light
That your smile through the clouds will always show
And brighten the darkness in the heart of my night
That i may grieve not, alone and forlorn
Knowing that you, in happiness soar
My heart though heavy, no more to mourn
As your smile shines brighter than ever before
And if in the silence bitter tears fall
My heart will seek solace in love's sweet recall
Transparent smiles and fragile paper eyes
adorn a tender beauty, as a tear
of dew upon a rose in cool sunrise.
A sweet yet clear disguise of yearnings near,
secreted 'neath so tenuous a veil
that slight of breeze would surely discompose
and tear and crinkle. Milky shades of pale,
diaphanous, untrue (as truth’s cast shows),
serve only as a means of self deny,
a flimsy shield against a whispered voice
that sighs a threat to air life as a lie
and deliquesce remaining threads of choice...
except the choice to live, as such a breeze
undresses faintly covered dreams with ease.
Let not my heart become in my old age
"An empty room, cobwebbed, and comfortless"
But an open sunny porch, a welcome sage
A loving heart to those in distress
Let not my pain sabotage my soft heart
Let me remain a gentle, kind spirit
Writing a course of good 'pon my sea chart
Let love from heart's depths to God submit
Enjoining to You oh Holy Spirit
Flow through me like a circuit open ended
This vessel delights in your benefits
Let the love seed grow with fastest speed
Let my heart not be controlled by body's pain
Fill my heart with Thy love 'til it can't contain
"An empty room, cobwebbed, and comfortless"
Direct quote from Edna St. Vincent Millay
It was in more than one of her works..
Each midnight glow is like this fleeting stone
And I, although I cherish, cannot steal
Or thrust on shore to hold until it’s grown
Below the tides of eve that plunge shall reel.
I stand as each crest scoops into the deep
And vanishes like jeweled drops of breath
To lie with mother pearls I couldn’t keep
For tiny are hand stems to grip their depth.
So now and then I wish that I may dip
Into the twirling wavelets with my arms
And haul pink mollusks which slide from my grip;
For in their husks, the pearl of Orient charms.
If midnight enthralls me into her sea
Oh, gems I touch only in memory.
by nette onclaud
for Put Your Best Rhyme Forward Contest
As daylight dims against a crimson sky
And evening star dust lightly dots the blue
And yesterday into tomorrow flies -
Like life, the twilight fades in different hues.
So bright the early days, then quickly gone
Like ships in freshened wind we gladly sailed
And through the midst of life forgot the dawn
As innocence of dreams became unveiled.
Each day the pages turn till end of time,
A story told and written as we pass,
So all that we have touched becomes entwined
And carried on beyond the very last.
We carry all we love along the way
Into the gloaming at the end of day.
For you, my love, I’ll be a single rose
of crimson hue, and velvet to the touch.
So warm in contrast to your fallen snows,
yet yearning for the thrill of winter's clutch.
Soft petals form a heart so firm and true,
unyielding to the tempest of your reign,
and though a cold wind nurtures doubt in you,
such purity of love I could not feign.
Dilemmas of the soul so keenly felt.
Bestow my love? or must it stay a dream?
for if I warmed your heart 'twould surely melt
and I would lose you to the flowing stream.
And so, my love, this single rose I’ll hide
and keep the love I feel for you inside.
Birthing Loving Merciful Trees
Seeking mercy, I found greater peace
quest gave my lonely life a new lease
Each step gifted so very much more
was ever a pleasure never a sad chore
Each dawn brought another fine gift
birds in flight ever , ever so swift
Nights, crept in with joyous ease
love sprang up, pretty as you please
Giving thanks for serenity and all
joy answered each and every call
Journey finished, the quest sent back
acceptance for all that life did lack
Peace then birthed loving merciful trees
with joy-fruits answering all desperate pleas!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-07-2014
Note: A quest I finished long ago.
A poem of the now looking back at the then.
Love heals all, even broken hearted men..
This write was inspired by my reading just now ,
Peter Duggan's great poem titled -- Sincerely...
Thank you my friend, you give so much....
A Mere Pile Of Bones
Sitting here dejected, mere pile of bones
pleasure, just a memory in the dark past
Stripped of every lie one polishes and hones
facing this truth, nothing can forever last!
Stark, reality of deeds soaked in slime
pain, a racing bird sent to torture me
Memories, stones in the honeyed ring of time
everything costs so dearly, nothing is free!
Evil are the chains wrapping my crushed Soul
Time, a sword cutting so deeply my heart
fled pleasure of any future winning goal
sudden truth is ripping rest of me apart!
This pile of bones, only treasure I have got
smelling this meat even after a slow rot!
Robert J. Lindley, 08 -30-2014
Sonnet rewritten this morn. Originally it was a
twenty verse poem. I saw and thought rewriting
it into a sonnet would be much better.
Comes and it goes, sometimes more than other
times when you don’t want it to be there for you
and it seems you‘re never destined to cover
the possessions you don’t need to but you go through
so much pain just to remain innately insane.
Today I thought I saw the zenith of my dreams,
foolish me, as if the blind man can attain
visions of evaporated rain shaped like raceme
still stained on my window left from morning’s tears.
Life hangs heavy on this half-lit horizon just beyond
the glass separating me from all that I’ve feared;
to turn all those small puddles into big ponds
containing something uncontaminated with doubt,
maybe those coming clouds can end this drought?
Heavily tread, are those small fractious steps
On the stairs to my own peace of mind
The sound of transgressions that I'd rather forget
is the pounding of a most clamorous kind
The dialogue I'm having, within my own self
drums on the door of the closed minded truth
I try to rewrite scripts, shoving back on the shelf
But the turbulence shakes them loose
No matter, how buried, how deep I will hide them
My conscience can shovel them out
That child inside me, denies what was done then
But can't deafen the voices that shout
I profess to regret many sins I've committed
The most difficult task is one of admitting
There are some wounds that will not heal because
the arrow was at close range _driven deep.
There is not need for antiseptic and gauze
for permanent is damage that still weeps.
These wounds that will go to eternal sleep
where my Savior will say, "I understand".
He'll cleanse and bind_healing forever, keep
roots of hurt that he'll remove with nail scared hand.
How I would like for them to now be gone.
Emotions of delight from their release.
But while on earth pain like a dry pinecone
constant in my emotions and heart unease.
Someday he will wipe away all those tears
New found peace and no more tormenting fears..
Count is off on some lines...Pardonner s'il vous plai't
Starring into the dross of amber brew
no face see I reflected, simply hollow I.
The stein of crystal tells no fortune spare,
nor one of bounty, yet what is true?
With drink, I dredge the pain of life anew
and wallow in the grain of cheaper wares,
degrade myself and blame fate, for my strife,
ignoring all God's gift, so loud I cry,
as salted tears stain trails of my despair.
If only, I had been a better wife
I'd not be sitting here.
Form: Curtal Sonnet [A precurser to the Italian Sonnet]
abcabcdbcd c [10 1/2 lines]
The shadows creep and faintly in the sky,
stars begin to come to us with gentle light.
And once more our fancy doth take flight
with man's eternal question " oh God, why?
What place have we when then we die,
railing against the unknown we still fight.
Often that query comes unbidden in the night
as the time of our mortality marches nigh.
Now into the depths of sky man sails
on wings of faith, answers cloaked in mystery.
We beat our breast in anguish, try to understand
the plan that lurks there behind the starry veil.
And so it has been given through all history
that perhaps answers are written only in shifting sand...
When I have fears that I may fail to die,
After all my mind has given to my pen,
No worldly wonders left there to defy;
No answers to the mysteries within.
What worry it would be on how I fared,
For surely it's lowly life to live,
To think that this is all that chance had spared;
To know that this is all I had to give.
And when I feel, foul bitterness of years,
Knowing I shall bear these with a smile,
I simply bite my tongue and fight my tears;
The raging rivers, hidden in my guile.
On the wide world I stand with sums untold,
For love and fame is all I have to hold.
Euphoria this morning, it hits me
now and then. A feeling of joy and peace.
A feeling of well being, sense of we
rather than I, quickening, a release,
knowledge that there is another world
so close that I can touch it if I choose,
a sense of all the others that I hold
at bay on ordinary days, let loose
in the room, the house, in the universe,
and I know I am invited to join
them where they are, here and in the reverse,
seen and unobserved, a flip of a coin
away. I hold the door open slightly,
at times for hours, then, close it gently.
I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.
Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit.
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.
Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.
® Registered: Ann Rich 2009
Lonely lunatic, look for the golden giraffe, and try to ride it soon!
Raise clouds of dust in which the strange long neck horse
Swims and dreams the waves attracted by the moldy moon:
In mirror time, from dream descending both, of course;
You can see the green hair of the sky and the rainbow rhomb;
But, who is ready to pick the rusty thoughts of old memory?
Among the clouds we try to row above our tomb;
Following our recollections, we carve in expensive ivory.
The river of time sent us its waves of this incense emerald hour
In which we call back the summer’s amber of the fruitful word;
So, this can be seen through windows of our age tower
And again we cross through the trees and the black sword:
People of air turned to the blessed breeze of brotherhood,
Reading Thora, Bible and Koran and walking in the wood
You wish to reach the deepest parts of me
To lure the abandoned child from her eternal sleep
To protect my shrouded frailty and soothe the storm within
But through no fault of my own, I could never truly let you in
You will underestimate my devotion, and burden my heart
Shatter my delicate trust, and at your hands, I'll surely fall apart
It would be wise for me to forget
Your eyes, your arms, your lips upon my neck
The heart knows no rationale, unlike the mind
But it holds the answers that logic unceasingly struggles to find
It's in my nature, it has always been my way
To seek comfort in solitary darkness, I find no refuge in the light of day
In my earliest years I discovered that no matter which love I chose
Far too many thorns mar a single rose
The things that we value are lost in time
and only preserved in one's memory.
It's useless to try to capture in rhyme
as all else is changing ceremony.
I remember what it once meant to meet
or welcome a loved one at the airport.
Time spent waiting for a daughter was sweet.
Moments of recognition at the port
door was worth all the traffic to get there.
In this world terror and security
are acceptable so we must beware
and lose all the small forms of dignity
we valued a moment ago. Truth is
not war's casualty, humanity is.
o youth,where did you go
those yesterdays,still glow
pure white,as virgin snow
whose face is this I see,
is this really me;
where,where did youth flee
inside,still seems bran new
my youthful outlook,stays
a future lies ahead
beyond the grave,He said
the narrow path,to tread
in a resurrected body,new
for what I did for you
quatorzain-free form sonnet
The Spirit in me meets the same Spirit in you
saluting the divine in you
saluting the Light of God in you.
bringing together my body and soul,
focusing my divine potential,
bowing to the same potential within you.
bowing to the divine in you.
recognizing that within each of us is
a place where Divinity dwells,
when we are in that place, we are One.
Copyright ©2006 Peter B. LeBuhn
Doors within doors within doors within doors
just like some silly three stooge comedy.
Now I am standing on some Scottish moors,
Islamic Jihad is setting out tea.
It just never ends, and it never stops,
this insane babble just plays in my head.
Now this tower of inanity flops
from one subject to the next subject, dread
visions flow to joy, but now no nearer
to divine Godhead than to the blackheads on
my chin. Oh, I'd love to be the bearer
of glad tidings but nirvana's been down
on her luck lately and still needs a fix.
Getting past that third chakra's just a bitch.
You think this womans' heart is made of steel?
Laughter cloaks...but I assure, this pain is real
Ice and wind...swirl within, and bow to hatreds hand
Assumptions...empty...never knowing how I feel
Upon a stage, I dance for you, provocative, at play
Act as though I'm healed, but the broken has its say
Night descends, dark eyes take, innocence destroyed
Payback...the dawning of (illusive) judgement day
Me (always) alone, surrounded, though I be
Lost among the glaciers that keep ensnaring me
Futile to pretend, inside is glaring truth
I am an island.....lost....inside a frigid Sea
Laugh again....upon the stage..let no feelings show
How long must I lay broken, before they finally know?
Energy drains, pain filled, cold. (Release it!)
Why must you let it pull you down so far?
Just inhale deep, and let it all expel
Look to heavens sky, wish on a star
Memories, they are not what defines you
Past should eternal, reside in the past
Leave it there, and just continue to rise
While your spirit grows, you will fly so fast!
Soar the sky, with your mended wings
Embrace whom you've become inside
Drifting off, like crashing waves to the sea
Rememberance of all the times you've cried
Become anew, and your soul thus renew
View yourself, then, as those that love you do!