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The dialogue is love. It saturates every fiber of
The soul. It intoxicates the spirit. Thus, evermore
I dwell at its tavern. I sip from its heavenly goblet,
Thereby, dancing in the spirit. It’s the stimulus of
Miracles—the parent of eternity. From depth the
Soul, I’ve courted love, inscribing its portrait
Upon spiritual leaflets. I’ve partaken of its doctrine,
Inebriated in the spirit, adrift the seventh heaven.
Love is an invasion, permeating the psyche,
Surging through the actuating-cause. I burn for the
Face of love: its depth, its width, its episode. It’s
Ever upon my imagination, as sturdy as oak,
Intriguing my passions come sunrise. Indeed, the
Dialogue is love: its reach, its breadth, its texture.
You were a shining Star.
Few of many in the sky.
Looking up so very high,
Not knowing why you are.
Close and set you are far.
Spinning flames knot a tie,
I note a pattern just like pi.
Colliding with me you spar.
So burn it up and burn away,
Sow your heart upon a plane.
Chart your distance in the clay.
Burn it all up then call it sane.
The explosion in the sky is His death.
All burned up He has no last breath.
(R) Registered: 2013 Ann Rich
The rains of winter days, repeat our words
philosophy of dusk and truths perceive,
her passing wraith my stranger's heart aggrieve
- unspoken words percuss on festal chords.
When at nocturnal hours the shadows link,
- that lonely woman's never sung - night song,
red wine - divine her splendor turns fore dawn,
her spread to highs, tall sails egress to sink.
Sea waves convey to ports two dancing forms
where tears and laughs subside the dark to feel,
her soul that gallivants love wounds to heal,
rain priestess saves her lonesomeness in storms.
She offers red wine toasts where sorrows fade,
and glimmers laughs the timely wrongs to trade.
With colored ribbons flies to highs and bold,
wine crimson spills that mountain mists enfold.
© G.V. 02-17-2013
(sonnet with two possible ending couplets)
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Imagine a world where nothing matters
Think about it for a second, really
No questions like, was it worth it anymore
Not seeing the point of a world in tatters
Consider; if no one felt any fear
And people with confidence and no doubt
If they carried their dreams above themselves
Knowing how useless, all that they hold dear
Envision this world of variety
A kaleidoscope that creates a self
Picture each individual lonely
But deep inside there is homogeny
Day after day the cosmos continues
Then a final day where nothing matters
©david byrne jan 2013
Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.
Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.
If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!
I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!
Set me free Lord set me free,
Take this evil I lay with away.
Take this torture turn it astray.
Walk with me just let me be.
Look inside my heart to see,
Erase my mind as I do pray.
Renew my spirit all in a day.
Sign me up for a high decree.
Leave all this as dust in the wind,
Scatter past present and future,
I will not falter nor will I bend,
Send it all away with no suture.
Set me free Lord, take this madness and put it in its place.
I must warn you it wears a mask to cover up its ugly face.
(R) Registered: 2013 Ann Rich
Simple to say I love you,
Hard to see in my sense.
Light or dark a past tense.
Sealed lips not one clue.
Collection cups are now due.
Penny's built my picket fence,
Many minds faceted or dense.
And each one I did surely spew.
I do stand here,
A bunch of mess.
You are over there,
Plenty that guess.
My hand is out and my head is down,
In my heart I hold your golden crown.
(C) Copyright: 2013 Ann Rich R.A.
Expanding lead, the songs to dome and lands unknown,
where ancient schemes and mysteries denote the search,
the foliage leaves announcers are and shadows grown
transmit to find the final ports where souls converge.
Along the cause, the reasons change on saddened dawn,
foretelling prophetess from skies implements lies,
about the souls' ulterior route - of dark drapes drawn,
beside the will of the cold winds that spell demise.
The ghosts define with howling songs the nightly dark,
souls hark the calls inviting them where feelings flare,
and angels confer skyward trip where they embark,
while blurry visions of the tears reside in glare.
Along the sorrow of souls gone, serene and calm,
spreads up the chapels' knell salute to skies' realm.
© 03-11-2013, All Rights Reserved
(A hexameter sonnet)
Walking down the hallway,
Seeing all the doorways,
And all the choices in life,
Making it difficult to choose,
The right room from all the other rooms,
Bringing you the wisdom and truth,
For the imperfection is within us all,
Which makes us all crawl at times,
On our hands and knees in the dark,
To discover what is right and survive,
In life as long as we can accept,
What life brings to us in our hearts,
Which we patiently accept the pleasures,
And push away the sacrifices much in our lives,
Yet, to correct our flaws we have,
Which causes most our struggles,
Till we open our eyes,
And see what we have and must believe,
That our lives are greater than we ever know,
Cause God created it all for us,
But the choices are ours to make,
To find the happiness,
Which is ours to be found and kept.
The mirror's image was a thought and wraith
their solemn instances to reproduce
Fall's auburn pictures where recited faith
in humbleness became old leaves obtuse.
Her face transformed to anamorphic field
where solitude created eft her smile,
and irrevocably the season sealed
their song the ferns had sung on dreamers' aisle.
The train advanced where its repeated thud
exchanged the distant lights with night's dark glance
was their embellished symphony's ballade
- abandoned synthesis and festal dance.
Evanescent the train surpassed his stare
- befalling were the drops like vows of ne'er.