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Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home

Copyright © Jay Loveless

Details | Free verse | |

The Green River

She slips from the sleeping ice.
Green, fresh, free to flow
through the great fjord.
Past the blue mountains.

She glides smoothly
over the rocks with glee,
covering them with her cool touch.
Tall evergreens cheer her on.
Waving as she courses down her chosen path,
carrying life. 

All the while never tiring!
Surging forward to join the others like her.
This vast journey ,
will not end till she reaches
The Great Shores.

Her journey is joyful.
Touching all on her banks,
leaving the gift of life in her wake.

Copyright © Gypsyof Essence

Details | Haiku | |

Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  

Copyright © J. W. M. Earnings

Details | I do not know? | |

You, Me, Us, Everyone

Flowers
Not named
Unknown to those with no curiosity
Buds, that dream of one day blooming
Being, more than they are
Flowers living
Being
Thriving
Touched by those who love
Protected by those who wish to love
Wishing to be more than they are
Buds, not truly knowing if they are ready for the world
Hoping they are strong enough 
Wishing to be the best
You, Me, Us, Everyone

Copyright © Michi Watts

Details | Lyric | |

Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen

Details | Lyric | |

In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013


The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before

Copyright © Brandon Carter

Details | Senryu | |

Spring Break -Part 2-

I had the best Spring Break yet!
Spending time with
Family makes me happy!

Copyright © J. W. M. Earnings

Details | Free verse | |

Now I Am Free from My Step-parent

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame, I have always lived; but when 
I hear your lovely voice, my Lisa--

now I am free.

I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without 
the love and understanding I finally know in the rich 
harmonies of your voice, my Lisa--

which sets me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a sensual
flower caught breathless and naked in the first, rainy
sunbeams of spring a great evil--the threatening, 
inner hostility of a dark figure overflowing with 
bigotry--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly
and horrible assaults as his unwilling possession, a
gladiator in the arena of his constant abuse and 
myriad threats, subject to his occasional hostile 
looks from 

across the dinner table.

But when I hear your voice and imagine its tender-
ness and compassion as an unearned gift meant for 
me despite him and my child-like self-loathing: 

I feel the love and self-worth denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to not rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

defenseless and
white.

O Lisa! Because of the music of your lovely voice--
now I am free! Free from my years as a gladiator in 
the arena of his constant abuse and attacks; 

free to bloom like a sensual flower caught breathless
and naked in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of Spring again!

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen

Details | Rhyme | |

Tulip: Symbolic Growth of Freedom in the Arab Spring

Along Iran's alluvial fan, 
spanned a virgin, untested 
train
A scourging blight the tender, 
fecund suckers did restrain
A heartier tulip bloomed on 
Tunisia's arid plain
A docile wave the royal 
Jasmine blight to stain  
Transplanted in Egypt; a more 
fertile strain
Leaching the arid soil, the 
tyrannical oasis did drain
A hybrid sprouted on Libya's 
fallow terrain
Fertilized by a torrential, 
nitrous rain
To Oman's tepid steppes, 
uncultivated varieties shrouded 
fenced row and lane
Disparate pods releasing 
incendiary seeds seeking an 
aggregate gain  
In Syria's suburban parks a 
mutant variety skirted eminent 
domain
With underground cisterns to 
water it's hostile mane
In desolate Sudan, a floral 
chalice did simulated hope 
contain
Anon, pilfering hands it's 
potting soil did obtain  
 

Copyright © Stephen Parker

Details | Light Poetry | |

Feather Beauty Bright

I spy, a feather beauty bright
With speckled blush on breast
Basking within the thicket light
Dancing round about her tiny branch 
 
Your fluttering sight beholding
Within the snowy briar
Bathing among the warmth
Of the morning's golden glory

Its brilliance your own crown of halo
Like a sunburst that swallows
Up the end of February's sigh 
As other feathers flusters zoom right by

The ginger little fellows all dappled, scramble
A merry-go-round within a flight
Threading joyous song throughout your bramble
As further flocks of scurry, hurry fly

On parade teasing wings of faerie sprites
A musical path of crisscross kites
But, you little one are the daring, bursting forth
With higher operatic songs, to startle and scold those spry

Feather beauty bravely 
Upon your perch chest thrust out boldly
Nonsense rhymes and a new found might
Chase away the imps of finch and thrush
And keep yourself the sunbeams for its light

And bask yourself once more this time
Among the drops of melting dripping snow
And gather up all tis full
Feasting here, where the wild wild berries grow
 
But, in the end you are their kin 
And soon, my fairy feathered friend you too must go
Out, onto twittering leafy stemmy stem and off...
Into the yonder of the coming spring to rove

Copyright © Michael Smith

Details | I do not know? | |

My Madness, Me

My Madness, Me...


Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.


Still, I am, 

I am,

and I am unchained,

my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,

swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,

soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,

me...


Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | Rhyme | |

Kiss the Rain

I took it in my grasp,
As the droplets came to a clasp.
Lifting my hands freely,
Oh is it good to be me!

Kiss the rain,
Be my fame.
Grow my crops,
Stop the clocks.

Fill my eyes,
With Gods only cries.
Lets take off our clothes,
Let it show us where the river goes.

Life is good,
Just where I stood.

Kiss the rain,
Blow the wind,
Ain't no shame,
In showin you whats destined.

Copyright © Matt Daniels

Details | Free verse | |

Lady Bugs in my Window Sill

Can you hear the tunes playing?

There are ten million lady bugs dancing in my window sill

Celebrating the return of spring

Celebrating the return of things green

Gleefully serenading the robins outside gathering in the trees

See their spectacular dresses?

Red with polka dots and even a splash of green

O lady bugs won't you stay and dance inside through the summer with me?

We can keep this square dance an entire year long celebration...

INDOORS that is!


gwendolen rix
12-31-14

Copyright © Gwendolen Rix

Details | ABC | |

A rush of spring

 Morning of bountiful blessing the cold has risen from the earth
 A warmness has set among us letting us no of it's beauty
As the sun rises this morn I here birds talking outside my window
As the sun creeps upon my face this time of year is such a such a better place
Love that shout  be in the air never to leave bringing a smile upon my face
The animals look as if their happy the harsh winter is off by a presence of peaceful an grace
Crickets chirp as the bull frogs follow along as morning approaches an the wild horses
Run free an wild 



This evening wail I rock to an fro being as one with myself I pray tomorrow to be such as a beautiful  
As today with the sun upon my face an the wild as magnificent as ever were the wild horse 
Is free at last an the crickets sing to me to sleep with the shout of a wipers wills in the distance
Never I felt so much serenity peace an happiness it reminds me why I'm still here on earth

Thanks sincerely Tim

Copyright © Timothy Kegley