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Details | Free verse | |

When He Smiles

The sun shines again for he smiles. The indeterminable day no longer flees or hides for its end is sought, as is its beginning for he smiles. Confusion though abiding must wait the laggard servant scolded by the Mistress Aphrodite for he smiles. Want must find a different dwelling for the moment un-housed by sweetest joy for he smiles. The sun shines again.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

My Window

In the middle of my plain white wall
There is a plain white window
And next to my plain white window
Is where I sit in a plain white dress
On a plain white chair
And every morning the sun rises
And every evening the sun sets
I see them all from my window
They are very pretty
With many colors
And then one day
A man stops by my window
He calls to me as I sit
In my plain white dress
On my plain white chair
He calls to me to tell me of the world
That I may come and join him
But I have seen the troubles of the world
All beyond my window
And I say to him I'd rather stay
And sit here by my window
Where troubles cannot reach me
He smiles a sweet sad smile as he walks away
Though the next day he is back again
And he talks to me of grass
Of green lush grass that is soft enough to walk on barefoot
I tell him of the glass that is hidden among the blades
He just smiles a sweet sad smile as he walks away
And back again he comes
To tell me of the ocean and sandy beaches
With white sand so pure you can lay naked upon it
I shake my head and tell of the pirates
That come to kidnap young and pretty girls
He smiles his sweet sad smile as he walks away
The next day he walks softly to my window
And he tells me of a garden untouched by men
Where flowers are the size of children
And blooms reach to the heavens
He tells me of the grass that hides no glass
Of a sky that is of the brightest blue
And a stream that is so pure you can
Be unwary of drinking from it
He talks of fish and birds of indescribable beauty
All this he tells me is mine
I must only leave my window and I may see it
I shake my head sadly as I tell him
I am afraid the world holds too much danger
For even if there were such a place
What misfortunes may befall me
On my way to this so called garden
He smiles a very sad smile and as he walks away
He says that paradise belongs to those who
Take risks and battle hardships to reach it
These are the words I remember as I watch the sun set
And the next day when he comes
To my plain white window
He will see me missing in my plain white dress
On an empty plain white chair
For I have gone to walk on glass and battle pirates
On my way to paradises garden


Details | Rhyme | |

When The Sun Sets

When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.


Details | Verse | |

Art of the heart

Some write to write, others to please their own romance and love
I write to enchant thy heart, and thy imagination, thy vision
To tell yee the truth I write to please my desire, to fulfill a personal mission
For I am to touch the souls of men into the right path with God our lord from above

When yee find thyself in the open pause thy heart and look at your surroundings
Pay audience to nature herself, for she comes alive but by His breath of life that creates
Open thy ear, feel the peace that flows in the open air, hear yee not the wind it sings!
Whom but all poets shall come to open eyes, for their gift is to see and write to appreciate

Walk in thy own path, make thy own life come to life
Thank Him everyday for thy joy, for thy own peace
For sooner than the sun sets for eternity will His return be, and all time will cease
Drink thy wine, live life with joy, and be true to thy wife

For it is promised that yee shall receive no more than thee can bare
As He knows of thy hearts smallest desires, and will provide, if thee seeks Him first
Jump with tears of gratitude, for He promised a Bright tomorrow
Will no one believe, as in the times of Noah? Believeth so for all must end, all sorrow

With each passing sun He nears
Yet the world stands idly by, no one even fears
The heart of the earth finds itself celebrating and ill in fake cheers
Little do they know, that He will arrive in times of sleep and with an army of spears

Hear the message for it is not I that write to thy aid, but our Lord himself for he loves us all
as all men were created equal, and some to speak to hearts
Feel the burden that dwells on my heart, and read on before thy soul departs
Rejoice in my art, as I bring about the art that comes from the heart


Details | Free verse | |

Her Name Was Rain

 .                                                        (                  )
                                                        (                     )
                        (          )                    (       /   /    /   )
                     (              )
                         / / /                              /  /       /    /
                         /    /                               /  /   /

Like the disappearing sun of yesterday                           (           )
So has her childhood dissolved away                          (       //       )
With two white steeds that are the trees                       (   / /       )
She is the leaf, marauder of the breeze                            /  /   
She rides against the wind
                        /  /  /
        Her name is Rain
        Born with the grain of knowing
        Sight to the blind who cannot see tomorrow
        Or view the valleys of the past

/  /        Tho', ...be not envious of her rampant blood!
            Where origins are buried in another world
            Where voices speak in lost syllables
            In a language of no forgetting
            Where the laughter of the birds is still
            And clouds shed only a torrent of tears
                                /                   / /
                    For she would rather turn her face to the sky
             /      And feel the gentleness of the mist
                    She has a burning desire to be free
                    Free of the gift
       /  /         Free of the burden
                    Free of the knowledge that has taken her innocence
                                     //    //                 /
                        A voice of the thunder calls her
                        Invites her to fly beyond the clouds
                        So the earth can be beautiful                                    
                        Where the sun comes after the rain                         
                 /      Where the drought is over at last                       
/                       Where rain becomes rainbows                                   
                        She is the leaf.....maurader of the breeze                   
          /     /       Her name is Rain     

                                                    ____                                              
                                             
For Constance La France's contest "Rain, The Story"
By Carrie Richards


Details | Narrative | |

Summer Scent

Summer scent is the smell of freedom
where we can escape the flavor of boredom
so we plan to have our vacation on the beach
where we can relax and fresh air is within our reach

The warm wind tenderly embraced my spirit
I felt excited on this first visit
on an island where refugees can find paradise
an island where spending time is wise

The dulcet breeze gently kisses lush green trees
and the mirthful sun smiles over the vast seas 
Where surfers play with gigantic waves
and are not certain on what road it paves

The fluffy clouds are smoothly sailing 
the birds are singing and harmoniously dancing
There are butterflies that are colorful in hue
like enchanted fairies changing colors from pink to blue

I need my sun block, it's time for swimming
the tables are full because later we're all eating
Ladies are smiling to many cool surfer dudes
Children are hungry seeing delicious exotic foods

I picked a shell that whispered peacefully in my ears
and we built castles that we fancied over the years
out of the small grains of white sands
and all you need is helping hands

God was really great in creating splendid wonders
that were loved by all especially the nature lovers
There are numerous oceans that are aquamarine
and abundant trees and grasses that are green

The brother sun was slowly hiding
because the sister moon was coming
I guess it was our time to pack
but there will come a time for us to go back

Go back to a place of leisure and freedom
where you'll not taste the flavor of boredom
It would be hard for us to say goodbye
because truly we will come back and say Hi!


Details | Couplet | |

NOT JUST ANY SUNSET

NOT   JUST   ANY   SUNSET

This lunar sunset was what he’d most miss  -
They always said death was like this : 
Slo-mo and black-and-white
Like an old movie trite.
It had happened to him twice before : then
At rush hour on the G15 highway outside Shenzhen        (1)
In his new red car when he was twenty;
And again on the pad at Dongfeng  launch facility -       (2)
An accidental fire in the cabin and abort
When the oxygen supply fell short.

The sun had glared at him all day from the black night  
Familiar stars visible, coloured bright. 
He ran through his old lectures in his head
The cool ones - yellow  orange, red,   
The hot ones which stare  and emblazon,
As everything slips slowly down to the western horizon.
No loss of heat from sun, but shadows lengthening  now,
Black, black, lengthening inky shadow.  

His pen wrote fast across his paper notepad  deformed
But the inky marks now in Pudonghua  formed                 (3)
As his English slipped away.
He’d been here so long . . . . a month?  A day?
Day is 15 earth days,  night is 15 nights
And sunset  lasts a whole earth day bright


Moon was full, his earth was darkened, like night.
A blue watery ball with edges of light:
While the earth eclipsed the sun  
A red halo around his spinning home was spun.  
Sun’s entry on earth’s western limb made  slow 
Red flares - crowns -  as the solar disk slid low,
And earth’s red light bathed itself  on white rocks beside,
He felt a last touch of home inside.

So unlike his own sunsets of the past
In his home in Guangzhou, seen last                            (4)
Over the Pearl River delta with bent light                    (5)
At  the heavy monsoon rains’  height.
This taikonaut’s  last sunset . . . . . his radio dead,        (6)
His pen drops, and he slowly nods his head,
As sun’s warm arms envelope his earth fond,
And he slips his surly bonds.                                           (7)
…………………………………………………………………………………………
Notes
(1) A well-known dangerous highway in southern China
(2) Chinese equivalent to Kennedy Space Centre
(3) Pudonghua  (=Chinese) is the language spoken in southern China
(4) Major mega-city in southern China, near Hong Kong
(5) Pearl River is the river on which Guangzhou stands
(6) Astronaut = cosmonaut = taikonaut
(7) This line is closely modeled on a line in “HIGH FLIGHT”  by John  Magee

.......................................................................................

Entered   in  Nancy Jones's Contest  "LOSERS"


Details | Rhyme | |

When The Sun Rises

Dear God, when the sun rises,
I can only wish for a better day.
I'm not looking for consolation prizes;
I know life can't go entirely my way.

I just want to love and be loved,
To have hope and a great faith.
Sometimes the choices in life are tough,
After sunrise creates a new day.



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Concrete | |

Ants

Silly ants? 
No. Silly humans and maybe silly ants. 
So egotistical and naive to think we are the grand creation. 
We live in a world where there is hope to sell as many people on the idea that they actually have all the answers. 
If they are unable to find an answer nowadays it is assumed that well, 
someone must know it. 
Of course, this person must be wiser if they have the answer in mind. 
Who knows how much cognitive dissonance leaks out of those who assume they could know everything if they wanted to, after all, a grand creation would hold the key. 
What If someone who has not been deemed successful had the answer to their question? 
They are simply not seen as wiser than the one who asks, 
but merely, an uneducated soul. 
They want you to give into your limits. 
They want them to seep through to all who accept them in order to kill learning and thrive their tools to enslave. 
We must have belief of one's self over open belief itself. 
To be imaginative you must let your mind conjure all the possibilities. 
Considering it all, willing to learn, 
and your mind becomes an open feed to the energy of the evolution of thought. 
To continuously learn you must be open to everything that may hold the possibility of truth. 
How do you know that ant isn't your God, spying on you from the throne? 
How can you possibly think you understand the difference between the microscopic to the non-comprehensive? 
We are but an organic spec to the dominance of these barriers,
though they securely hold us to these realms. 
We must soar past it and realize that we are not alone. 
Next time you see someone looking down on those ants with their horrifying sense of might, 
remind them, someone may be looking down on us with a sure tale of remarkable power in it's true form. 
We must diminish our false sense of power and give way to sincerity to one another and allow ourselves to pick at each others brains in the hopes we learn as much as we can from this life to the next test. 
I like to think that you may have started as a simple drop in the ocean and then you were set free into the eye of another. 
And then a plant and then you died and so on until you found yourself here today. 
Finally graduated to a human. 
Perhaps it was the other way around and you have to learn what it feels like to go from the top all the way to the bottom. 
Again and again until you learn what you're suppose to.
And then, you will be allowed to go home.


Details | Shape | |

Dance Across the Sky

                                                      I 
                                                    will 
                                                  dance 
                                               as the sun 
                                          dances cross the 
                                       sky o'er blue my tail 
                                    flapping in the wind I live
                                I say goodbye to the earth free
                               floating, breaking from my string,
                                 dancing further than east from
                                    west, sun from moon, ever
                                      my colors to soar above
                                        lands, I cannot begin
                                          my flight too soon,
                                            a kite is meant
                                              to fly, said I
                                                dreaming  
                                                  happily
                                                    will 
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                                                      F
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                                                        Y
                                                        H 
                                                        I
                                 H                  G
                                 G                H
                                  I.   A        E
                                  H N H T R  


                                                       
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Details | Blank verse | |

Gentle Ripples Passing - Lake Kariba

Water lapping at edge of the boat beneath the silence of the sky
Swaying branches of mopane trees and fish eagles cry
Wind of changing seasons and melting palates of hue
in the blood red sunset glow and murky silvery water blue

Elephants in numbers dot the shores
hippo’s and crocodiles are at the core 
of many memories and visions of old 
Lake Kariba, in land sea 
full of tiger fish and bream

The endless blue that roles into the distance
where the sun rises and falls in panoramic vista
The skeletons of petrified monuments scattered in the sea
forests of pre historic trees swaying in the breeze

It wasn’t always peaceful, tranquil, and still
nature has no chance to relax and withdraw
Scheming and dreaming in the depths of men’s mind

Up Up Up goes the building and climbs
Man made dam, Damn big problem
How could this feet of engineering the power of ages old be so easy
to tame such a wild beast as the zambezi

POURING OUT THE CONCERT 
RAMMING THE RODS OF STEEL
DRIVING THE WATER BACK INTO THE HILLS 

HOWEVER, THE RIVER REFUSED TO YEILD
THE WALL BEGAN TO TIP, BUCKLE, AND KEEL
NOT ONCE, TWICE, WATER MARCHED THROUGH
LIKE A FACELESS WARRIORS, DESTROYING THE BARRIER 
THE FORCE OF THE RIVER WOULD NOT BE SUBDUED 

LIKE ALL NATURAL EVENTS, THE WAVES BEGAN TO SUBSIDE 
THE SOLDIERS OF BLUE WITHDREW
UP WENT THE WALL, COMPLETED, IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME

Animals and people lost in the rising tide
from river, to dam, to lake to inland sea
Great and panoramic became the horizon wide

Like a whisper on the edge of wind 
was a grand concert of ages gone by 
Played out by wildlife, land, water, and sky

A harmonic existence of sublime serenity
Life here brings closure to one’s perspective
the sent of dust and adventure is quiet infective 

The place of the skeleton trees, mountain passes, and copper sun still
where the stars in the universe, scatterings like lost thoughts, visions, and chants chill
across the forging path, that strides through this african wilderness blue
Lake Kariba, the artery of the north, run straight, run true.


 


Details | Concrete | |

Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.


Details | Imagism | |

The Young Paladin

A small man with strong muscles stands on top of a training mound. He was raised a farmer's son and toiled most days from sun up to sun down in the fields of Azeroth. He was called upon to bring glory back to the land by defending the weak and saving the righteous. His family was slaughtered in the battle for West Fall and he was left for dead. His will to survive and his will to up hold honor and defend the helpless has brought him here to learn. This young man will have many perils and risk life everyday to defend his people. This is the story of the young paladin named Pid and his adventures in the land of Eastern Kingdoms and beyond.....

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Details | Concrete | |

Be Free Within

When improving upon the inner workings of your mind 
and upon the realms within your body, 
be sure not to lose your originality in the process 
for it will become harder and harder to express yourself 
and that in which you've improved upon. 

Pride is a trap. 
Simply be grateful for your attributes that make you amazing. 
People make mistakes, people love and people hate. 
Be free within; and the world will follow. 

And as you find your flowers and swords crossed with others who do not see the beauty and infinite possibilities in you, 
keep driving your soul to the beat of your sincerity. 
Find your way out of the dark. 
Don't ignore it, shed some focus on it, for it tells you all the ways you don't want the world to be. 
There is something to be learned from everyone.
Express and listen with willingness to speak your mind to the death.  
Beauty undefined until you crawl through all the cob webs with certainty. 

Out of the dark; into bliss. 

Peace and love bring us unity. Don't be afraid to hug my soul.

<3


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Six empty shells


A blinding sun had made her stare askance;
he walked the distance to converge his fate,
a swirling, laughing wind began to dance 
and jokingly their lives to desecrate.

Replacing the six empty shells he turned
to see her worried glance beyond the blooms,
that innocent embellished unconcerned
the reckless, smiling braves aside their tombs.

The Smith and Wesson forty-fours then bucked,
she knew the blooming noon was ending fast
and nothingness neglected to obstruct
what fates adjudicated to recast.

She saw the brazen shells inside the dust;
monochromatic synthesis and hues
of sepia were blurring in the gust
that swirling sang their lonesome, Tombstone blues.

© 8/7/2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic pentameter)

(I include a JPG image of the composition 
on the "about the poem" page because my text spread folds.)


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Survivor's Story

I wake up to a deserted town
"Where are the people?"
I ask myself aloud.
"Gone." answers a voice.
But no one's here...
but me.

Broken glass litters the street, 
a Kristallnacht in the making.
Houses, half gone and half standing,
specked the dirt road.

I lay, pinned to the ground by a monstrous wall...
I don't know if I'll be able to move...
but I must try. 

"Hello! Anyone there?"
No reply.... just what I thought.
As distress fills my heart,
I use that anger and helpless feeling to my advantage
and somehow
I managed to lift the heavy burden off my chest.
But this was a small victory in what seemed to be WW II.

ALAS! I remember.
This is WW II....
and the US had just dropped something...
something unusual on my town...
I'm surprised I'm still alive.

The explosion was enough to kill all of my native land, 
Japan.
But it only stopped 2 miles from the heart of my country,
Tokyo.
But no time for reminiscing. 
I must find a way out of this...
hell.

A sharp pain in my chest heaves me to the ground,
I've seen this ground so many times, face to face.
Something starts to lunge itself out of my mouth.
When I look down, I notice
that it is my own blood.

I knew I must find a hospital, quick, 
but which way was which?
Was East West? Was West South? 
Was North behind me? Was South ahead?

I sulked in defeat as I trudged along a snake-like road...
a road to nowhere. 

I grew weary, hungry, tired
but I knew I must walk on.
Every few minutes, I'll drop to my knees
and cough up my life support, 
but I couldn't let that stop me.

The sun went down,
but I didn't.
The moon rose,
I kept walking.
The sun started his day-shift, 
but I was at work all night,
counting steps and listening my heart beat.

Finally, I lost the will to live,
I wanted to die, 
I waited to die...
But death didn't come.

I spit up blood every few seconds now.
Life leaving me with every breath.
I close my eyes, and draw in my last breath.

Muffled sounds reach my ears.....
I try to look but my vision's blurred.
Everything blacks out.

"I will not be defeated" 

My vision is back.... I see people...
Everything blacks out.

"I will not be defeated"

I see their faces now, splattered with dirt and dust
Everything blacks out.

"I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!!!!!"

I CAN SEE!

"Are you with us?!"
A desperate cry reaches my ears.
And I reply, 
"Yes. Yes I am."


Details | Concrete | |

Sleep In Her Soul

It's easy to become lost in the idea that only things in life change you;
rather than you are always changing in your creation. 
When you look at demons in the haze, marvel at the haze. 
Demons are feeling homesick.

Be true to everything you are and thrive on.
We all have demons, it's up to you on what to do with those demons. 
The most dangerous are the ones unknown. 
She is herself. A beautiful demon; not hidden behind a shadow. 

Her magic is infested in my desire.
She is beautiful for I can unravel her thoughts.
She expresses to me the words intertwined with my ambiguity.
Riddled with love; I sleep in her soul.

She is my butterfly in our cosmic cannibalism.


Details | List | |

Give Me Shelter From The Storm

With faces in the window having storms in the night

You gave me promises they gave me pain
When will we ever live to understand this game
Give me shelter from the storm within cause we may never live again
In shattered dreams brought through its timely theme

Many are still wandering alone in the darkness of night

A plate of desire poured out with a creme sauce of desolation

At the mountain top the unique summit has a keen sense of view
Through ardent Spring lingers through a papal elect few
It's sought after portal of death as glue
Shutters through the spark at morn,

Some would even bother to curse the very day they were actually born;

A sought after portal which breathed in death
Yet still marked on its blotted page very much fully intact,

Working too hard can give anyone an instant heart attack
Smoke filled rooms filled up in fetters cry of full forced desolation;
In combersome threats the chief negotiator left,
A fields of dreams coming apart at the seams

A port in storm through emmense pain where through,

Give me shelter from the storm,
Amidst total sadness with stillness we soon learn to reflect
Just as in some twilight sun that has tainted my inner vision
Perhaps its in some one track mind that was fully set on some mission

The certain timely strain on the heart can light its inner spark;

Give me shelter from the storm amidst the sequence of outer pain,
In pain to harm the weary soul in which one can helplessly lose all control

Amidst viable dreams proned in an onslaught filled preminition
The sought after portal to death,
Yet still again marked on a blotted page fully intact
In timeless combersome threats toward their negotiable left

A field of dreams coming apart at its seams

Give me shelter from the storms of life amidst its inner strife
Amidst sadness within stillness will learn to reflect;
Just as in a twilight sun that has tainted my inner vision
Perhaps its in a one track mind that's head out on a mission

That certain spark within a strain on a heart can light a timely spark

Give me shelter from its storm
Very much haunted by an eclipse of the sun
Through a quaint rehearsal in its timeless cue
In distinguishing truth dismissed from its ultimate error

Many will escape into a quadratic motif through that of choice

A world filled still fixed in telling lies within its tormented souls
Broken skulls with fragmentation of vile demise
That quick fix challenge just not to have to deal with reality.


Details | Sonnet | |

TRAVELLER

As i traverse, never know when my sun will retire wholly
  As its gaze bump on whole, to split out my knight errant shadow,
Dusty and encrusted sole of mine, wild creatures hum their pitying elegy like a widow  While colourful grasses rest on their sandy and muddy couch delightfully.

The cloud coming with veiled complexion, my sun must go into bed, 
 The moon surfacing, the exact time for shadowy walkers,
Might stop in your hut to taps your wood like woodpeckers,  
Chide me not, don't let your eyes go red.

For, that which comes to a man goes to another man 
Maybe whirl whirl like wind or yours drizzle drizzle like rain, 
Which thou cannot trick upon, as thou lives among human
For, mankind race is a journey to the same terrain.

For traveller am i since birth put me on 
 Chide me not away, nor my time sit upon.


Details | Rhyme | |

Wassamassaw Bay

Bob and Hannah went to fish in Wassamassaw Bay.
They told their mom they would return for church so they could pray.
But both of them lost track of time, returning way past noon.
The sun was down and it was dark and there was a full moon.

“What do you have to say to me, for it is very late.
The moon is up, the sun is down, your meals are on your plates.
You haven’t done your chores and now it’s almost time for bed.
The dog is barking angrily for he wants to be fed.”

“We are so very sorry but we did lose track of time.
There was commotion on the Bay although there was no crime.
And when we tried to leave for home the officer said, ‘No.’
He said we’d have to stay a while and that we could not go.”

“He said he had some questions so we would have to stay.
We told him that we had to go to church so we could pray.
The officer said we could go after we told the tale.
Of how in Wassamassaw Bay, we caught a big white whale!”


By Samia Arroyo for David Williams' Palindrome mad contest.
Bob
Hannah
Wassamassaw
mom
noon


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Mountain mind

Sun sending in a 
line- one stands
on mountainous perfect
rock to sing and
sit in meditation 
to her travels.


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Alien Sunset

Sitting here alone,
where the grass is cobalt blue.
On the edge of this alien world, 
and the sea is crimson - oh what a view!

The evening is closing in fast. 
On the horizon comes the sunset - my heart it pounds.
For you see the sun is of the brightest violet
All shades of purple, I fall to the ground!

The violet sun rays shine down on the sea,
Of which is crimson and resembling glass
I cry. I can't believe it. This is immense!
All shades of colors having a blast.

The sun has gone.
I lay amongst the cobalt blue.
I look up at the stars and think of home.
I wonder if what I saw was true!





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In The Desert

        In The Desert -  Desert Inclinations

Warm souls ride camels high to inclinations
Shifting landscapes change and rise
Reach inside the sands, breath sunburn dry
With buzzards on the bone, drawn in winds direction
Beyond the dunes, there are more dunes to find
Bodies have a tougher time out there, turned red, baked
Dehydrated, never enough water at the oasis 
To quench the land and comfort man
Who takes his solace in the sun in endless desolation
The kind you can’t escape from

Earl Schumacker -Created on 9/15/14 for In The Desert – Poetry Contest 


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One Summer Long Ago part 1

.One Summer Long ago  


I watched idly as the wind played with white puffy clouds
The sun shining brightly against the loud blue sky 
The horizon shimmered and danced
 merging sea and sky into eternal romance 
Islands of white ,amidst  deep emerald  waters ,dotted the Aegean 
Stretching away into shrouds of summer haze and misty beings
Waves crashed onto golden sands of deserted beaches
Baked by the sun  ,unmarked and virgin for eons
Whispering above the wind,  siren songs lured  weary bones to rest ,
while billowy white sails  float along to the west
The great long oars sweeping along the painted faces 
of warships majestically making their way among  long forgotten places
Dusty footprints in the earth lead to visions of truth and purity
To tales of  beasts, gods and  beauty
This is the land to which I sail ,
 embarked upon my epic journey of which I will regale
 A young man of thirty , on a quest for adventure and  tall tales
Returning to seek a  necklace recounted in  myths and legends

As it  proclaims ,a necklace adorned thy crown o mighty queen 
A pure reflection of peace and beauty ,a rare sight to be seen
 Now at war they  seek your pleasure
The reason behind the lust for crown and glory 
And to the victor ,go the spoils 
 One  mighty warrior took his treasure
 and killed the queen as his pleasure
 In drunken glory he gave the crown 
 to his lover  to keep till he found 
A reason to return for his crown 

He went back to war , and died for his sins 
his lover grieving went back home to her kin,
 He to his lonely grave , and she accepting her fate 
 Tossed the necklace  into  the sea as her heart learned to hate
 She recounted many times , written in poems 
 buried by sands ,lost amidst  the memories of long ago
,the map and all the treasure of their war
the story of their lovers parting day
 Why she tossed it so unceremoniously into  the bay
Calling upon her Gods to protect and curse
her secret of jewels from her death to her rebirth 
Cursed and forgotten it was said ,
 The secret taken to her final bed

Generations apart, a legacy passed down in poem and song 
I, the  younger son, took it upon myself to undo the wrong 
to recover and to keep ,the  jewels hidden in the deep , 
And close the door for all time ,
this legend of diamonds ,sapphires and gold 
I would not rest till I conquered my goal, my mighty quest


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Dreams That Never End

Take a deep breath and feel the cool ocean breeze.
Lay back your head let your golden hair flow free.
Feel the warm tingle of the sun on your face
filling the lines around your eyes like a road map you can trace.

Waves flow around you, cooling your warm sun kissed skin.
Drifting off to places you’ve dreamed but never been.
Maybe sipping tea with the queen at her royal throne,
or singing like a rock star on a stage all alone.

Or flipping through a magazine and finding your face on the cover,
or discovering you’re the main attraction at the circus as a juggler.
Or winning an academy award for your part in an epic movie,
or sitting back stage with the band where you’re the number one groupie.

Or maybe time rewinds and you’re slow dancing at the prom,
or sitting at lunch with the boy you had an enormous crush on.
Or maybe you’re top chef at a five star hotel,
or climbing the tallest mountain to take a breathtaking repel.

So as the crisp ocean breeze peaks your senses to awake
and you open up your eyes as the cold waves wash away,
and the dimly lit sunset lights your soul deep within,
you finally come to realize that your dreams will never end.


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Statuesque Radiance

It was wonderment.
The mesmerizing expression rolled off her tongue in waves. 
To my puzzlement I was in a state of allurement.
Her vibes were sent to me in soothsaying proportions.

It was almost trickery, but I knew where I was going.
To the festivity that arose in marvelous apprehension.
Thoughts intertwined with her perplexity.
Her magnetism pulled me into an eternal trance.   

We floated into an elation of bewilderment.
Bygone indifference; we are one.  
You are my goddess; ravishing, statuesque radiance. 
Purely beautiful with a beautiful mind, heart and soul to match. 

To my amazement I found her within.
She was snuggled in my organism.
Wrapped up in all of my thoughts. 
She was warm.

I was connected with my wizardry.
She brought out the magic in me.
It was a prophecy. 
To be told; never old. 

We are undead together and full of life. 
We are everything and nothing and everything in between.
And we are an incantation of youth. 
We are; limitless. 

Nonesuch bewitchment nor black art or ill will.
This was love as we hither to the schism of bliss.
Away with all devilry; we are galaxies of heavens in our oddity.
I hold you in my hands like a dragonfly who lets me.

My dragon with fire that doesn't burn me.
My butterfly who can hold my weight.
My sea in the snow; my fire in the haze.
My flowers in the dirt; my green in the concrete. 

Sail through my eyes.
Bring me closer to another zenith.
Give me your endless sensual voodooism.
My muse I adore; forever more.

She has taken me to that statuesque radiance.


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After The Storm

After the storm comes the rainbow
All my life I've been told so
But I won't wait at my window
I will stand strong and paint all the sky's tears yellow

After the storm comes the calm
Once it's cold but then it's warm
I'll catch a fallen tear inside of my palm
Make it a flower and put it in my hair

After the storm there's a sunshine
I'll make a wish when it's sundown
And when you wake up at sunrise
A beautiful smile will replace your frown

After the storm, after the storm
It is all calm and bright and warm
A peace calling 'cause war is gone
Dark place illuminated by the sun

After the storm I found your face
As stunned as I was in front of your grace
I looked back, smiled on perils past
With the flower in my hair, wished for a sun that'll last


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Under the African Skies

I stand gazing across the vast plains of Africa
Plains empty of man-made monsters, 
Filled only with God’s beauty and grace

The stillness of the beauty fulfills me
I inhale deeply filling my lungs with the pure air-The air is sweet and refreshing, 
The smell of life, brought only by the heavenly rain on our African soil
I watch the sun take its place, casting away the clouds
As the dark clouds tumble away, the sky is filled with the beautiful spectrum of light,
My eyes feast on the mesmorising colours of the rainbow-This is the symbol 
Of God’s promise to Africa
As I gaze at this colourful ghost of life I realize 
The true pot of gold of this rainbow is Africa.

I kneel on the soil, running it through my fingers, 
Each grain like a diamond and me the diamond digger
I close my eyes feeling the warm breeze blow through my hair
It carries the messages of all the creatures
Telling stories of the battles of the plains,
Those conquered, those lost and those still to come
It is the breeze of life, the life force that fills every living creature, connecting us all as one

As I shout out to the heavens the land is filled with my voice, 
Echoing like the deep thunder of the skies
I hear the calls of birds across the plains, a vast network of communication
I see a herd of antelope running and leaping through this maze of beauty

I start to run, sprinting until I no longer can
I stare into the face of the African sun as it bleeds to death, painting a red smile 
Across the glowing orange sky
Until, darkness
The night sky is illuminated with Africa’s sparkling jewels, 
The great kings of our past, watching over us and
Guarding our blessed lands

I lay back and close my eyes
The silence of the plains is a symphony to my ears,
Every individual blade of grass creating its own unique sound to the choir of Africa, Singing 
the songs of angels, 
Calling us home


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THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING

Shush be calm, it’s okay I’m right here,
You’re hugging my pillow and shedding a tear

You have my memory and I feel your heart,
Always forever till death do us part.

We’ll always have Paris and the empire state building
Watching the Bulls and the yankees out fielding 

But there’s nothing like kissing and the shared living touch,
and the holding of hands that we loved so much.

The smell of your perfume at the end of a day
Knowing that just before work we had shower play

Making love in the moon light the sun and the rain
The memories of beach the car and the plane

Running naked through sand dunes and chasing the sun
Naked moon bathing naming stars just for fun

It was always and only about just you and me,
And it always and shall be for eternity.

 Please don’t go just yet I have something to say
Then you can let my balloon float away

I thought I knew love and knew what to do
But it all went so wrong when I met you

My wires got crossed an my thinking went wonky
My smarts all went south on a pantomime donkey

But now that I’m gone I don’t want you to worry
I don’t want you to rush to get here in a hurry

It’s all down to you now to play and explore
Before you join my photo in our sons bottom draw

Thank you for sharing your life and your love
I’ll be watching you always from the blue skies above

From the wind in your hair to the moon in your eyes
 From the warmth of the sun and the sea and the skies

Feel loved and not spied on, I want your sprit to fly
I can’t live with the thought of making you cry.


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Thrill From Above

The rush I get while moving higher
With beauty surrounding me
A cloud goes past my heart beats faster
We wait to soar down to the sea

I jump to fall right to the ground
A leash of life upon my back
The wind hits my ears breaking sound
I need to open up my pack

The reach to pull the cord of life
I feel the air flow through my hands
It's cutting like a cold sharp knife
Now waiting till my body lands


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Rain Man

we got a lot of rain man's wearin ray bands tryin to shake hands
with baked fans it a staged plan to get carly rea pants in front of a video tape.
stumblin mumblin bumblin fools trying to get paid
To say f this chick and f that one
whatever absurd word that flows right off of this tongue
got a dirty mouth, here is some orbitz gum
im sweatin bullets and i cant even afford a gun
but its so free if i want to abort my son then take his lungs
so i can be one hundred and forty one
and be here to see the thwarting of the sun

mr. obama who've worn out your welcome
But what do I know? I'm this republicun
who thinks all  girls and boys should become
either a monk or nun and never cum
and pay for all of our condoms and pregnancy prescriptions
Or am I christian who cant have fun
because I know hun its wrong to drink coke and rums
till i am drunk and wait for the ring to get buns
then go condemn kids with weed and pokemon

And its sad to think this what our kids believe
cause this what they preach on the MTV
and  their  heart beat beats to each tweet and re-tweet
till a pick leaks online then they move on to vines
whatever better trend setter that stimulates the mind


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Loving touch

Your hands are like sunshine that

warms the inner parts of my soul.



The rays warming my inner being,

keeps me thinking of how the colors

of the flowers are so vibrant and

powerful in  their activity.



As the flowers dance in a slight breeze,

the sun gives way to darkness and the night sky embraces the stars so numerous,



so shiny, so many.



As the night fades, the sun  warms the day,



The breeze picks up the flowers in a dance, and your hands warm my soul again,



with the rays from the suns warmth and the shadows of the colors show the love inside your touch.



Written by:©Betty Bolden

4-30-04



All poems are copyright!©


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Florida Summer

          Florida Summer

This is the Florida visitor’s bureau
Coming to you with sun and fun out of the clear
We’ll show you a splendid time with fantastic ideas
For the best vacations ever, in perfect warmer weather
It’s not really hot as they say
It’s more like Antarctica with plenty of parking
No traffic, no crime, no mountains to climb
Just come down to recline and unwind
Have another beer and dream of reindeer
You’ll be just fine
We’ll wine and dine you for your last dime
Hurricanes are no trouble either
They are there to entertain you to death
Spin you in a dance and bring you romance
Frolic in the sun, show us your wallet
Don’t worry or run
Be happy! It's all just for fun
Florida is #1 in the world for lightning
Pretty lightning to brighten like fireworks at play 
We guarantee they won’t strike you too much
Swimming and fishing are delightful
We promise sharks won’t bite you
They have no teeth, only give them sweets
Throw them candy, pet them like dolphins
You’ll be best of friends they’ll ever eat….I mean meet
Stay here forever or until November, whatever comes first
Every day is Summer fun, (The sun is free.  No charge or fee.)
If you have voting chads in question
Dangling there without a care
Bring them with you when come   
We’ll count them for you free of charge
 (Depending what Party you are)


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SUNSET

SUNSET


Looking at the sun as it sets
It’s light suffusing the clouds
The day has come to an end
The setting sun; setting space for the moon
The night is about to take control of the rest of the time
Darkness is approaching; the shinny light fading for the night
The beginning is coming to an end; bringing everything to conclusion.

The sun is yet to set
The moon has already made an appearance
Is this a dethronement of supremacy? We all wonder
What is the rush all about?
We sure need a light but nobody asked for a fight
Things are getting worse than expected with worst coming unexpectedly
Who could imagine the sun setting at a time we need its shine?

Born new, now young; getting old
Passing every stage of life as the future unfolds
There is time for everything; time to die will sure come
Nobody is sure of that tale anymore as our young folks are now gone
Leaving the old to mourn their young ones; thought it’s the other way round
Thought there was procedures; but the processes didn’t wait
All is sinking to oblivion; how can the sun set in the morning?


	
										Lordvip
										August,2013. 


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may memories of a dolphin sighting boat ride

Those wooden meant to for all season, Blue painted motored boats beacon, Us to calm green sea waters, To sail on and that’s all that matters. The calm green waters dolphin rides, Deep inside when the tide subsides. Eight pals and two sailors sailed on On a boat with the rent haggled upon. Two and a half miles have gone, Into the waters we sail on, Squealing and giggling in delight, Adrenalin pumped up and over excite. The motor the sailor cuts off, Over and over with a bit of scoff, The dolphins they say swim and are gone By the dull sounds of the motor whirr &drone. Waves they splash frothy sprays On the bodies bathed in hot sunrays, Shrills cries of joy erupt, From us sightseers eight on a glimpse of dolphins seen abrupt. The wet bath suits and sun tans, Some with hand held beer cans, Watch the dolphins frolic in the sea Cavorting in graceful curves both she and he. The sailor maneuvers you to the place Of marine life ,pelagic birds his boat with grace, The sight of these magnificent mammals, Feeding and playing their bodies look coated with enamel. The thrill so great just to watch, These mammals is just top notch This pod of dolphins swim away, We watch through misty sea sprays. Salty breeze seep in our hair, Smiling sun shines on our burnt backs bare, The dull sounds of engine power, The enchanting sounds of rythimic waves in my ears still hover.
By Sashi Prabhu(zeauoxian)


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Dolphin boat rides

28th jan2012
By Sashi Prabhu(zeauoxian)
These wooden meant to for all season, Blue painted motored boats beacon, Us to calm green sea waters, To sail on and that’s all that matters. The calm green waters dolphin rides, Deep inside when the tide subsides. Eight pals and two sailors sailed on On a boat with the rent haggled upon. Two and a half miles have gone, Into the waters we sail on, Squealing and giggling in delight, Adrenalin pumped up and over excite. The motor the sailor cuts off, Over and over with a bit of scoff, The dolphins they say swim and are gone By the dull sounds of the motor whirr &drone. Waves they splash frothy sprays On the bodies bathed in hot sunrays, Shrills cries of joy erupt, From us sightseers eight on a glimpse of dolphins seen abrupt. The wet bath suits and sun tans, Some with hand held beer cans, Watch the dolphins frolic in the sea Cavorting in graceful curves both she and he. The sailor maneuvers you to the place Of marine life ,pelagic birds his boat with grace, The sight of these magnificent mammals, Feeding and playing their bodies look coated with enamel. The thrill so great just to watch, These mammals is just top notch This pod of dolphins swim away, We watch through misty sea sprays. Salty breeze seep in our hair, Smiling sun shines on our burnt backs bare, The dull sounds of engine power, The enchanting sounds of rythimic waves in my ears still hover.


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Spring

The sun touches me and the cold leaves from within.
I smell the good clean earth beneath my feet again.
The ground isn’t frozen. It feels so fertile once more.
The wind kisses my skin with warmth I want to store.
It’s still very chilly around here late at night.
But the beauty of the sun has begun to be just right.
I see the tips of new growth, springing up everywhere.
At last I leave my winter lair, for I have much to prepare.
A shower is coming tomorrow. I must hurry to set my plants.
But first I must rake the old leaves, left from winter’s rants.
My dogs stay close beside me to sniff the new tilled earth.
Even the smallest animals, rejoice in spring’s rebirth.
The images that beseech me as I leave this old house…
Are young, fresh, and with their colors I’ll soon be doused.
As the heavens begin to open and again bless this land…
My mind opens to see, the touch of God’s own hand.


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After The Storm

After the storm comes the rainbow
All my life I've been told so
But I won't wait at my window
I will stand strong and paint all the sky's tears yellow

After the storm comes the calm
Once it's cold but then it's warm
I'll catch a fallen tear inside of my palm
Make it a flower and put it in my hair

After the storm there's a sunshine
I'll make a wish when it's sundown
And when you wake up at sunrise
A beautiful smile will replace your frown

After the storm, after the storm
It is all calm and bright and warm
A peace calling 'cause war is gone
Dark place illuminated by the sun

After the storm I found your face
As stunned as I was in front of your grace
I looked back, smiled on perils past
With the flower in my hair, wished for a sun that'll last


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in the southern sun

He said
Look at here boy
Aint nothing worst than life
But you might as well live
And times are coming 
For better or worse 
You might as well hold on 
 
I’m still here 
And until I die 
I’ll be the same man
He says 
Boy I’m still here
And until I die 
I’ll be the same man 

I said father
I’m going to move away from the river
I’m going to be a city man
He said, sun down, it’s getting late
And you’ll have all night to chase those dreams
He said son now
Your mother calls so goodnight

I’m still here
And until I die
I’ll be the same man
He says 
Boy I’m still here

He wasn’t my real father I can’t even call him that 
Around a southern sun he marched in a straw hat
It’s a hundred degrees outside he must be crazy
Seventy-six and he takes on the humidity 
Better than me

He says 
World war II was nothing new
You should’ve seen Vietnam 
He says you see boy
I’m still here
And until I die
I’ll be the same man

RIP S.G.


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Happy Dance Ramblings

Awww… These are Happy Dance Ramblings… When you get someone to listen… You just have to go for it… Bet you didn’t know that I’m like super doper man... Put me behind a computer and I take off… Put my glasses on and I’m just plain old Clark Kent… Didn’t know I had it in me… But enjoy my time in the clouds… I don’t have happy genes… I have Super doper man genes… LOL

Change is in the air! I awoke and haven’t stopped running since… It’s kinda like jumping from stone to stone in a creek… Fun but occasionally slippery, but a good swim never hurt anyone... Last one in is a poopy pants…The Trolls want to come, too, so be careful… They’re a klutzy and might get in the way… or splash all the water out…LOL… Better hurry before they get here… Yee Haww!

Someone said ladies swoon… I don’t swoon… I just sigh… If some guy lies I just sic the Trolls on them… or the Dragon… If he’ll listen… Probably not… Quit pooping on my roses Silly Dragon! There go the Trolls! … Doesn’t anybody listen… Sigh!… See! They did it again… Those guys made me sigh!… LOL

When it storms I have 3 big dogs and 2 cats trying to climb into my bed… We all just snuggle in… Oh NO!… Not the Dragon, too! Owww! Silly Dragon just pushed me out of bed!… Dumb Dragon!

After the rain the sun brings everyone out with gleams in their eyes… Even the Dragon. But I don’t trust him... I know that gleam means he’s up to something… One of these days I’m going to get me that Dragon… EEEWWW! He just snorted all over me! Grandpa Troll! The Dragon just snorted ALL over me! This is snot right! Oh No! Now the dragons grinning… Don’t ask questions. Just Run…Hurry Up!… He’s gaining! Grab the pitch forks! He’s heading for my roses! AGAIN! Darned old poopy dragon!

I bet that darned Dragon would listen to you.! You want him? He knows how to fertilize roses REAL well! Well, that is... if you don’t give him a lot of attention! He likes LOTS of attention! I can spare him for a while. Might help my roses see some sun again… I think they’re getting a MIGRAINE! Really!

AWW! Grandpa Troll has me sitting beside the lake with the Dragon on the other side. He said we need to make nice, nice, and to soak up all that sunshine… The dragons making it worse! At least I can take off my fireproof suit. His flames don't reach across the lake… NaNa NA NaNA You mean, old Dragon! Serves you right…  Hope it gives him heart burn! Get it?… Fire, Burn! LOL… Grandpa Troll says we sound like two little kids fighting. HA! We’re BIG kids!…


Details | Ballade | |

Ra the Sun God

Ra the Sun God Ra Ta came to Egypt with old Thoth, 10, 000 years before the Jesus cross, The great flood had been and gone, Thoth, Mercury and Hermes were one. Built the Great pyramid, they did, Hermes the architect, stones were bid. Perfect square of line were they, Levitation, rocks, did float the way. Later Ra Ta was worshipped, as the sun god Ra, things he bid, marvels did, still are there, today. Kunkel says the Pyramid is a pump, lighted candle, Under a glass, vacuum sucks up the water, Pyramid has some secret class. Anubis, Jackal God of death, Gate keeper, soul to caress, Would guide your free spirit, To Osiris, if you were pure evil fate, Ammit endure. Don Johnson 28-july-11 tracie edwards Contest Name Write like an Egyptian
2nd place


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In the Woods

In the woods the shadows fade

as the sun falls away

the darkness hides the trees inside

the woods come alive.


Hear the sounds the owls make

as they hunt for their sake.



Scattering feet running to hide

little mice trying to fly

the owls are hungry,its their time

to eat and scare the shadows inside.


Now the sun is opening up

the darkness fades and the light shines

the owls sleep and all is safe

for the mice are scampering all around

pleased to know they are safe and sound.



Written by:©Betty Bolden


Details | Personification | |

You

Before you came into my life, the sun shined, the breeze blew, the birds flew, and 
people mingled. Day after day, I witnessed life's splendor through my window. I had 
an urge one day to venture outside my captor. The sun still shined, the breeze still 
blew, the birds still flew, people still mingled, and I was life's spectator. Suddenly, 
then came you, you entered my life like the sunlight that interrupts the dark, like the 
music that fills the silence, like the supernova that brightens the sky. Our hearts 
spoke an inaudible language that only two lonely souls know; thus, faith has 
become our liberator. Now, we are inseparable. As we frequently strolled through 
the ravine, the sunlight paraded her beauty laminating our path, birds gracefully 
glided through the air as if they were been choreograph, the summer breeze burst 
with fragrance caressing our souls, and consequently we became a part of the 
cosmos. like a well-deserved gift that is torn from one's arms, so is my heart, faith 
has torn us apart. Instead now, we are kindred spirits separated by distance, so, I 
retreat to the familiar to witness life's splendor. The sun shines, the breeze blows, 
the birds fly,and people mingle.


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Another day

Another day, the sun rises
Life lived in bland monotony
I find at best I am complacent
existing on the borderline of contentment
 
It's rarely found to be of favor
but everyday you'll find me here
Waiting patiently for another chance
to leave my mark on so dull a world
 
Maybe today will be the day
that this bleak existence I suffer
Finally gives way to a new spark
and I find excitement has been born
 
I wish only to have a moment
A brief passing of time
Let me live my fifteen minutes
dancing quietly in the spotlight
 
Another day, the sun sets
I look out my window
With a sigh I find my bed
Another day passed,
Another day wasted.


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Sunset on Planet Halifax

SUNSET ON PLANET HALIFAX


The sun peeped through the morning clouds
He thought, “What should I do today?”
His answer came, so quick, so proud
I'll set with a dazzling array

The hours passed and now it's late
The sun must go to bed
He started sinking down – but wait
He hadn't done what he said

With a final burst of sunlight
Displayed in awesome hue
Colors so vivid, shining bright
Purple, pink, and blue

Red and orange, yellow and green
Raced across the sky
A more beautiful sight was ever seen
By any alien eye

As the sun dropped quickly out of sight
He smiled, as if to say
This was no ordinary sunset tonight
What a great way to end the day


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The Widow's Mite ~ Weston

Weston worked and worried
from sun up till sundown
for the freed-man knew the reason
that Pap had gone to town.

Pap had loved his family
but now that Ma was gone
Pap had said to Weston
"I can't do this alone."

Pap had hitched the wagon
and said "I've got to ride"
" But I'll be back this evening
with Leatha by my side.."

The young uns worried Weston
as they picked and teased all day
No matter how they nagged him
not a word did Weston say..

Pappy loved his Leatha
She worked right by his side
she proved herself a help-mate
not just an Old Man's bride.

Weston held each baby
As if they were his own
and all too soon for Leatha
God called Pappy home

The Young uns said to Leatha
we will give you land
some lumber for a two room shack
a mule and Pappy's Hand.

the Child bride was a widow
she had no will to fight
Weston was a freed-man
who became the widow's mite.

Weston spoke to Leatha
as the sun rose on the day
"Get yo babies Mammy
and lets be on our way"

Side by side they worked the land
a forty acre sprawl
they watched the sons grow in to men
straight and strong and Tall.

They called him Uncle Weston
their  Pap had set him free
But he stayed to help their mammy
and hold them on his knee.

Crony; Benson; Dorris
and baby Elloree
all loved their uncle Weston
and now we come to me..

Weston died one Sunday
I  now live on the land
where Mammy came with babies
and one old wrinkled hand.

They say Old Weston walks here
Him and his Mule Belle
They plow and plant the acres
and see that we are well..

I never saw a spirit
but sometimes late at night
I here the mules bell jingle
I see a lanterns Light..

Uncle Weston was a freed man
His skin as black as Night
But  Mammy was a widow
and he was mammy's Might!


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missing

The Missing Boy 
The farmer boy had his knapsack on and walked from the inland,
he had not seen the ocean only knew about it as a dream he wanted 
to be a part of.  At every milestone a maid telling him to turn back 
go tend his cows. When seeing the wondrous ocean he walked on it 
towards the sinking sun as it painted the ocean glittering golden. 
No one had told him it was not possible to walk on water; yet he did. 
He had been observed a boy’s shimmer across the sea, many thought
they had seen an angel. Boats were looking for him with lanterns, and 
sirens blared. Dawn, gleaming sun on blue sea and the boy was a ray 
of sunlight.


Details | Sonnet | |

Granted and Given

It is all in the Stars if you look hard enough.
There is always the morning Star twinkling.
And then there is the evening Star blinking.
And then there are layered clouds in a fluff.
 
Then there is the Sun and Moon and stuff.
Sometimes it looks like the Moons winking.
Sometimes it looks like the Sun is thinking.
Makes me wonder if their day can be rough!
 
What a wondrous world I live in.
What balance I live by every day.
My life must be granted and given.
So no wonder I take time to pray.
 
It is granted and given each day just to be me.
Just look up once a day and this you can see.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


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Ol' Sea Snake's Carriage Ride

Ol' Sea Snake's Carriage Ride

Cobblestones wobble and rock the carriage, 
as I circle these streets with Blue Bits and 
Derby Boy on this vibrant morning.
 
With the sun on my back and  a salty gale brushing 
by, my spirits soar as I imagine what the day will bring.
 
People come from all over to tour this city, 
and soak up it's history and scenic views.
 
Why not climb aboard my carriage and take 
a brisk ride with me on this beautiful day?
 
As we trot through the historic district, I'll 
tell you some of our most scandalous folklores
and show you their shocking locations, 
like Copper Moon Ridge, where pirates once 
dressed as dames to steal their first good swig 
of America's finest moonshine.
It's still pretty darn good!
 
You'll see the towering cliff views of our granite 
lighthouse, whose menacing design has weathered 
decades of the ocean's pounding tides. 
 
We'll squeeze in time to feed the beached seals basking 
in the sun or catch a rare glimpse of  the orca whales 
playing in our bay.
 
 
If romance is your desire, I'll tool you around  in the moonlight,
to our brightest vistas that magnify the star's diamond twinkles.
 ...Perfect for capturing your lover's passion-heart.
I'll even take a long stroll, just to assure you of your privacy. 
 ...Gentleman's honor, I won't take a peek!
 
If it's fish and chips you seek, we'll head over to 
Smacky-Bud's Mackerel Shack for the tastiest fish around.
But I'll be up front with you, don't feed any to Derby n' Bits 
or it'll be a long ride back.
 
So jump aboard and take a ride with this Ol' Sea Snake,
while there's still time.
I'm not getting any younger!
 
You day-trippers spend too much of your weekly grind 
in your lackluster cars.
 
Come, sit back and unwind for a short time.
I'll sweep you back to the golden age of enchantment, 
when hearts would mysteriously merge on a slow-trotting 
carriage ride.  Memories like these could last you a lifetime!


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High Cloud

High Cloud

High cloud, high cloud, where are you going?
You seem determined to go where ever the wind’s blowing,
High cloud, high cloud, where will you go, 
While the sun sets and the shadows grow,
You’ve had a long day
You’ve came a long way
Drifting through the air, are you a castaway?
You provide beauty
You provide reason
You’re forever changing, as are the seasons
You hold a silent faith,
You serve a quiet purpose,
With nothing more to offer than what’s on your surface,
You amuse children,
Leave adults in awe,
You affix your grace where ever you are,
High cloud, high cloud, where are you going?
You’re fearless to go where ever the wind’s blowing,
High cloud, high cloud, where will you go,
Once the sun sets, and the shadows grow


By: Arvind Vallabhaneni
Write a backwards poem contest


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My Hidden Garden

 

Days that end on notes unwell
Compel this weeping soul
To walk among a secret garden

Where stepping stones in careful lay
And the rains of winged and flower friends
Give way to hearts unburdened

And to tears of joy 
Or that of weathered season
To water the rose petals in uneven

“Tells us dear, why always sadness”
“Is when you visit here?”
“No more worries, friends will change that frown upon which you wear”

Their rainbow already smiles
And polka dotted eyes
Have ready changed me back to cherry cheer

As Sun flora holds me so motherly near
Where Doodly Bug does her dancing thing
And Blue Jay fails to tell a joke, because all he can do is sing

Betty Fly within her elegance of silence mimes
To Mr. Dandy Lion sending wishes off into the winds
And Inchee worm finally reaches me at the gardens end

In and among the gather, laughter spills all around
As the garden fills ever more and more
Until the sun party crasher comes down and down

And the fire flyers usher, and take to flight
A signaling sight to all
What brings about a hush quiet overhaul 

And as I rise, once more in cries
In departs from my secret friends 
They offer out all their good nights and even more their goodbyes!

My garden secret and hidden far
Safely within an enchanted meadow
Is tucked away like a precious treasure… beneath my softly pillow


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Mountain Sleep

            Mountain Sleep 

Mountain sleeps once upon a lake
Yellow bird skims the surface of liquid blue
Draws in an insect on the slender beak
A subtle noise discerned as it gathers up the bug
Disturbances below are heard, a lifted fin, a splash 
In nervous motion the trout moves back below
Cheated by the bird who stole his living meal
Above the lake, below the gaze of mountain
Snow melts, rain rides the spine and washes down
To purify the path 
Make the past and present one and the same
Gliding between here and now
Mountain looks for a cover
But only finds the white of ice
Trees are used as toothpicks upon the ponderings
Lake is gargled with the blue and brine as mountain thinks
Wakes, meditates. It rises on green grass
Mirrored at the water’s edge
Pretends to see right through it
Then turns with each hour of the sun
Bakes with the red birds spinning like rotisseries
Mighty wings lift and swoop on clouds
Rivers rush with them to some lost town
Forsaking summer in a rush of churning waves
Joined by colored feathers keeping tempo 
Mountains are too heavy to go with them
They are only rocks and rocks don’t run or fly
They only fall and roll with wisdom into winter 
Tectonic movements take them slow along the land
Steeped in snow that covers everything with solace 
On the giant slopes pulled over like a blanket
The mountain, brought to its knees, to sleep


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Boy Fish Haiku

     Boy Fish Haiku

Flood crashes over rocks
Brook flips fish up as dinner
Boy smiles, caught by sun 


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Turtle Race


 
Let us all go to the turtle race. 
It is in such a quiet, serene little place 
No one says go, and no one says stop 
The turtles just run when the sun gets hot. 
The starting line is an old dead log, 
Poking out of the water, in a cozy cove. 
The finish line is the water's edge 
By an old oak tree and a cypress hedge. 
So hop in the boat and we'll take a ride. 
It's just across the lake on the other side 
Where the redbird sings and the eagle glides. 
And all nature looks grand through happy eyes. 
The sun will be bright and feel so warm 
Just watch the clouds as they float by 
We can take the day and be lazy ones 
And soak in sun rays while the turtles run. 


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Mother Star

I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
 
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
 
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
 
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
 
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
 
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
 
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
 
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
 
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


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Do Not Disturb

          Do Not Disturb

While walking through the bush one day
Hot sun burning the planet to a cinder
I happened upon a black mamba snake
When I say “happened upon” I mean stepped upon
The creature had no legs or toes or shoes
It knocked me off my feet with one swift strike
Signs all over nature read, “Do Not Disturb”
If only I could read I would have read them
Instead I’m feeling a little woozy 
Thinking about a nap
Perhaps a cracker with some tea would perk me up
With luck I might make it to supper by three
Or the cemetery
 


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In the desert

In the desert

When sun is at its hottest peak,
And your reflection is turning to sleek,

When sweating is making you drown,
And extreme thirst is pulling you down,

Nothing beyond sand as far as you can see,
Even the camel's courage is bound to flee,

Mummifying wind will set you to tune,
At a glance will transform to sand dune,

When eyes go red and dry in suffrage, 
What still keeps you moving in desert is a mirage!



Written September 16th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest' In the desert' by Nette onclaud


Details | Dizain | |

Story Time

In storybooks, my son and I chase dreams to magical wonderlands near and far. Catching rainbows on a golden sun beam, we stop to wish upon a shooting star and find fairies glowing inside a jar. Clues come to life and a big red dog plays. Adventures come to ordinary days. Mother Goose entertains us with a rhyme, And heroes chase villains high on sun rays. Books skip through a boy's mind at story time.


Details | Lyric | |

the otherside

Sometimes life is okay
Okay to be normal
Okay to be average
These are my Black and white days
My days that marked black and white
Sometimes it’s alright to be okay
Sometimes it’s okay to be alright
Sometimes it’s okay to be alike
 
He’d clean the parking lot
He really didn’t ask for a lot
He walked with the rain
Drenched he didn’t complain
He lived in a tent
Really was the last to comment
He didn’t play the blues
It was just another day without shoes
He didn’t need faith to know his place
He never mumbled
Pick up debris and marked subtly
 
Now Jon-boy saw the sun rise
He saw the sun set
He was thankful for whomever he met
He went to help a man in a nice suit and tie
He lie there on the pavement begging to die
As he reached out the man nearly cried
Leave me alone you stupid man
I don’t need help from homeless dude
To help me stand
His days were never saddened
But sadly on this day it had to happen
She saw a broken man
She took his hand
She and her purple curls
She was right there where you were
 
She told him
Sometimes life is okay
Normality’s alright 
but it’s okay to be average
And if average isn’t enough 
Then it’s alright to be normal
These are my black and white days
My days that are marked black and white
Sometimes it’s alright to be okay
Sometimes it’s okay to be alright
Sometimes it’s okay to be alike
 
She said
It’s the spool of yarn life strings you
The value of having less
This image before you is surviving stress
Why are you trying to cripple me with time
I’ve shaded blinds
Sang through chimes
Stepped away from my mind
A time or two
Made giants fall
Hugged empty walls
Picked myself up 
and once more crawled
I’ve prayed and failed
I’ve failed and not prayed 
I’ve seen the spoils of belief
I’ve been full and never got enough
Been hungry and could not eat
Been clean and messed up sheets 
Been impure and could not sleep

"been on the other side of a persuaded mind"


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My Last Stand

This hill top is were I'll make my final stand. This hill is my home I wont let them take it without a fight.If I am to die I'll die protecting my home. When the sun rises at dawn they will charge all them hungering for my blood I'll stand here on my hill and fight until my last breath escapes my chest I'll fight until... I die! One way or another this will be my last stand.
The sun rises and I see the mass of humanity that is the army that I face alone. I am the last man standing in there way they have laid waste to everyone but me.I am but one man they are millions I can not win the war is already over. All I can do is drag as many of the heartless beasts as I can to hell with m...e. I can't abandon my home. This is my last stand "COME!"


Details | I do not know? | |

Mischief looks out a window

It ran along the backbone like a stoney ripple plunged
Darker in the deep of hearty's forgotten tarn
How high, how high did that water rise?
To be carried off by conduits, banked by its fall

Oh Europe it lays waiting, it's crumbled castles ungunned 
Docked are the hopes of ships which once followed each sun
That sky, that sky was thick then with lies
That was years ago honey, it's light-years away still

Broken hearted, broken hearts mend
Get the better of them all

You see, warm are the icecaps north of your blind wanderings
Give a sigh to them I dare, they'll groan back a cheer
God knows, Darwin knows that ain't a shame
And mischief looks out a window, the Sun in at you

Hum at a guess that the terrors of dreaming are smiling
Happily defeated and receding to clear
Those skies, those skies awaiting your name
Just swing the propeller, above weather, it's all blue

Whole hearted, whole hearted my friend
Get the better of them all...


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Eternity Matters

            Eternity Matters

Sun watches, winks at the eternal darkness
Ignores science and the sight of God 
It burns out a little at a time to reach an expiration date
And contemplates what was

Just beyond the beyond, where nothing matters
The Bootes Constellation exists with "The Great Void"
A little to the right of this we sojourn to the nothingness
Deep space, great empty space, grand void within the void
When there, you start your journey back from perfect black
Traveling at the speed of light to find your way back home
It takes some time, 326 million light years to be exact
Starting out from any direction, to be precise
Would take millions of lifetimes to return you home
 
Sun watches, winks at the eternal darkness
Like a burning eye it peers out into space
Ignores science and the sight of God 
It burns out a little at a time and will expire
You cannot tell it what to do
It already knows the truth
There's nothing out there
So nothing matters



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sullen moon

Gail Doyle Contest Name A Tropical Theme Under The Moonlight A sullen Moon excludes the gloom, The red sun slowly drops, From ship to shore, I’ve swam miles an more, She’s sinking on the rocks, Nothing to eat, the sun aint sweet, My thirst is burning till, A coconut, comes a rolling down, Perhaps I’ll drink, I will? The rock does crack, I just went wack, To drink and eat my fill, No others lived, voiced we forgive, Alone at last, until? Don Johnson 13/03/2012


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Where Else Would I Be?

Author Note: When reading, picture the beauty of a setting sun at sea.



Steadfast, 
surveying in appreciation the mastery of creation.
A kaleidoscope of color, blends one into another, 
producing varying intensities,
fluid, 
wispy,
in the aftermath of sun setting;
a vision,
a rustic portrait of my vessel rushing,
as to prolong this rare site.

Water mimics glass,
nary a ripple before me;
changes to chaotic in my wake.

I am enchanted by the feast placed before me,
fortunate among men to bear witness.

This portal between heaven and earth, 
this is my place.
I am a sailor, where else would I be?


Details | Free verse | |

as the day keeps its lies

when the sun has risen
and the sky turns white or blue
it keeps its lies withheld,
but as the moon rises
and the sun sets
its lies are told
it speaks about 
its lying sun, and how
it itself is lying
it tells how only truth
comes from the flowers
that bloom with the day
and flowers that bloom
in the night
it cries when it 
sets for it is not done
telling the truth
and as the sun rises
the lies begin again.


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Searching

Chilling breases, cool you to the bone
Lovin grays of sun that should be thawing frozen crystals
We fly higher everyday, but still we cannot see it
The birds are coming back, but thats the only sign
We have looked under rocks, we have searched every rooftop
Its been to long sence we have seen the sun
We have searched for many hours
We have climbed trees
Trudged over miles of land
Forever in search of swim suits and the beaches
The rushing water of the rivers and waterfalls
Yet forever not finding anything
Alas!  The sun broke free of the gray haze
We shall not search another day
For we have finaly caught up to you
Our dear summer you cannot hid anylonger


Details | Free verse | |

Female of nature

I couldn't sleep all night for the for the sound that came
The sound of footsteps on the forest path
I bounced up from my bed and looked through the window
And there came the smell of fresh forest earth
But I sow no one in the lonely meadow
Where the thick grown grass quench their thirst
From the motherly lake who is never tired
She flows with the breeze and kisses the crust
There was some thing about the woods that they pretended
But no one there and the sound never ended

Up comes the sun with the news of the day
But I haven't got a moment's sleep
That sound of footsteps had come all the night
As the stars had disappeared and the daylight creeps
I opened the door and stepped outside
Closer to the nature who changes all the time
Through the path and into the woods
In the darkest morning with its earliest sight
I went deeper and deeper; left and right
In search of the one whose footsteps I heard
Suddenly I sow a footstep on grass
Drawn as if it belongs to them

Than I understood who she is
She is the one who is nature herself
I looked at the clouds and saw her eyes
And felt her lips where the rosy sun rises
I felt her call deep into my heart
I ran and ran on the damp forest earth
Then I found her fingerprints drawn on a tree
On the softest mosses that shakes with the breeze
As I went deeper and deeper I found out
Somebody had gone through the wild grasses
They’re shaking with the scent of wild flowers (she has kept)
And the scent is coming from every place she has stepped

Suddenly I felt a motion in my right
And saw the bushes that were still shaking
I ran past them towards their motion
Is this the truth or just a fiction?
My heart is telling me that I shall find out
I'm going, I'm going, I'm still going deeper
I'm hearing, I'm hearing, I'm hearing her call
Where I heard the sound of a water fall
Then I saw the girl who is sitting with the flowers
And put out her green eyes, so clean, so bright
I stood spellbound to see the beauty she holds
But then she startled and went out of sight

Never and never and never will she come  
To the world of ours, to the brick build culture
I cannot tell more even if you insist
She'd live in her home as long as it exists


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Opaque Desert Mystery

            Opaque Desert Mystery

Opaque ball bearings rolled along the grayish sand upon the dark
Solid heavy objects larger than small houses raced below the dunes
Consuming all the landscape leaving huge trenches in their wake 
The moon could not mistake them for anything but strange
Though the light was dim and unassuming, they moved stealthily along
Into daylight the orbs continued on, rapidly and clearly out of reach
As glowing silver objects on a yellow grainy landscape in the sun
A sun that knew nothing of such things from its perspective
It simply shed light like a detective on this mystery
The silver objects rolled into the ancient stony town 
Flattened it as if it were not there
Continued on to an oasis below the palms
Which may or may not have been there in the first place
Rolled up and disappeared as quickly as they came
A mirage some say and so they faded in the desert day


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Saturday in Spencer

I went to see a friend I had not seen in a while
As the day began I was greeted with smiles
The sun was so bright, the sky so blue
It seemed like a dream but really was true.

We decided to put the boat in the lake
I think of it now it was such a mistake
As we backed the boat down it flew off the trailer
The result was the launch was a total failure.

I was standing behind it and just escaped harm
As it slid towards me I envisioned buying the farm
I saw my life just flash before my eyes
I had to save myself but time just flies.

We spent hours trying to fix all that was broken
It was like being in a dream and being suddenly awoken
Nothing was damaged except maybe our pride
Maybe tomorrow we shall go for that ride?

As we towed the boat back it took all that we had
But when it was all over I kind of felt glad
I’m lucky to be here to write this down
So we decide to get something to eat in town.

We went to this place and the food was great
We talked and we ate but it was getting late
We all saw how we escaped from fate
So we gave thanks and wiped clean the slate.

On the way home the sun started to set
The colors streaked the sky where the horizon met
The stars and the moon came out to shine
I’m lucky to be here and I felt just fine.

We had a couple beers and thought how lucky we were
You never can know what’s coming that’s for sure
I just know managed to walk away again
Today I survived with some help from my friend.


Details | Epic | |

Ronin 25

hindsight if only clearer in my future my present
still sitting here upon weathered rock warmed by years
of summers sun only now can I give reflection
to the tree that sways in the breeze ebbing and flowing
in the wind of my thoughts
past memories a boy with a dream and desire
following the rising sun and daring to imagine
something outside of his world his preordained future
a goal not granted a thought riding on the coattails of
a samurai’s dressings a moment to be more than himself
before fate crashes the dream onto a rock of reality 
and a broken man sits down beside a stream
reflecting upon a weathered rock


Details | I do not know? | |

Wonderland

Once again the sandman visited late last night,
I held my arms open wide greeting him.
As the dust settles on my eyes I slip,
I fall down a hole, slipping into a new world.
A world where everything is what it isn't,
And everything it shouldn't be, it is.
I sit all day in the sun listening,
As the flowers sing me a lullaby.
The rabbit races around the clock,
Making my new world spin.
Faster and faster soon I'm sipping tea,
With a hatter whose awefully mad.
Twinkle twinkle little bat,
Goes the sleepy mouse in the tea pot.
Look out silly mouse here comes a cat,
A smile is all that shows of Sir Chesire.
This world is so strange but beautiful,
It's absolute maddness around here.
But alas it's time to go back to reality,
So I disappear into the catapillers smoke.
As I open my eyes the sun greets me warmly,
Smiling as tho it knows my secret.
That I, Alice, have been to Wonderland.


Details | Villanelle | |

Plans

Why is it so difficult to get away?
The lists, the luggage from last summer’s trip....
The sun’s above the trees, and still we stay.

A highway beckons like a right-of-way;
a destination holds us in its grip.
Why is it so difficult to get away?

The beach, a skyline, theme park, and a play:
the planned vacation launches like a ship.
But sunlight sweeps the drive, and still we stay.

A single task yet unresolved; we lay
aside the silken sleeve with a tiny rip.
Why is it so difficult to get away?

And now the cat curls about your ankle, gray
as grief at being left. A fingertip
of sun has touched the glass, and still we stay.

Our shadows on familiar walks may prey
on lengthened absence. An eyelid’s slip.
Why is it so difficult to get away
as sun nods into afternoon? And still we stay.


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Searching

I walk and walk the many miles for you.
I give and give until I have nothing more.
I go on and on until I drop or fall,
But I’m searching deep because I search for it all.
Everyday I die more inside. 
Eaten alive by myself inside of my core,
Because I’m left alive with life that only I can sort through!
I just want to see the Sun rising up so full and so high.
I want to see the Sun set so huge with shadowing bits that glow.
So I’ll just believe in this strength that comes through you to me.
I search for you but why should I be the one who has to be one that believes?
Everyday I’m alone and it’s nowhere that I go,
Even when it’s my thoughts that I clearly identify!
I just want to see the Moon so round and so high beaming me into the glow of light.
I want to see the Moon peering through the lighter of my brightest day.
I keep seeing all of these cushioned visions of just you and me.
Searching for you gives me the sight of all that I am to see.
Everyday I beg and beg until I hurt that you will stay.
But I’m left alone with reality in sight.
I just want so much for you and me.
I even want the same air that you breathe.
I keep holding onto this strength that I am I feel I believe.
Searching for you I’m with all that I can ever be!
Everyday I’m straightened by what my eyes can see,
But now I’m alone with what’s left alive and what didn’t flee.
So I’ll just keep searching for you while I search for what will be the all of me.
 


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The Journey Abroad the Sea

A ship once sailed in the wide open sea
A ship once called "All Aboard" to the ones who dared to take risks
Some heard that call and ran towards it
Slowly, they stepped onto its body...
Whilst fear with a pinch of courage overwhelmed them...
Turning back now was too late,
For the ship had sailed into the wide open sea...

Sunset approached the ship
As the sun slowly dipped into the sea...
The sky was painted red, orange, and yellow by then,
Calling out those who would care to join them
To paint the world with sleep...

Some of those on the ship rejected the call
As their eyes gazed at the stars up high
For they were lanterns that guide...
Their pondering and gazing soon stopped
For they eyelids couldn't handle it anymore...
And so they slowly glued together
Calling out to their masters "Go To Sleep..."
Calling to their beholders, to the ones on the ship.."Go To Sleep..."

Time passed so gently as the clock ticked by
Thus, a warm, gentle ray touched their faces
Carressing them to wake up
A smile spread upon their faces
As their eyes greeted the sun with a gentle blink...

That day, the sun played with the clouds
Whilst the wind and birds joined with pride
Yet, the journey was about to end
For the ship called once again
But this time it wasn't a welcoming "All Aboard"
In fact, it was a whistle waving goodbye...

Slowly, the ones the ship hands
And step by step went towards the land
Yet, a sound was heard from behind 
As they turned behind towards the sea,
Something beautiful was displayed...
Where the sea was waving goodbye...


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boy meets girl

scary faces in the sidewalk
staring at the ground
scarecrow me in the store window reflection 

here at the bus stop waiting for the sun to rise
it's been a long night

me and my head friends been all around town staring at the pretty women
hey lady what's your name...you're really beautiful
she says her name's Diamond

My mind friends tell me she is the one
I never understood what the "one" meant
I'm young...and apparently stupid...just what I'm told

I open my eyes and Diamond's still there at the bus stop...still in the moment
She smiled
Is she interested? I think so.

Hi Diamond,I'm Kalonji...have you ever seen the sun at night?


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Wounded Aphrodite

The rocks tripped me; I trod forward, upward to my lesson. The winds choose not to make its presence felt, yet. The sun bursts gloriously into the flat, baby-blue, sky. The red brown earth held its moisture greedily. The effort shows in pulse and perspiration, a flush blooms on cheeks unused to color. The house appears abruptly, from a froth of greenery. The wind keeps its distance, as if sensing its presence was not desired. The golden sun valiantly attempts to breach the houses gloom. The guardians of house, home, and ether, leap forth. as stone griffins, stern, etched by acid rain, stand; earthly hounds dart wraithlike through clusters of cluttering tomes, and out the door to greet me.I enter. The plaster shouts syllables, displayed in a military bent. The house hungers for light, a broom,a feather duster fright. The corner china cabinet displays a human skull. Into this room walks the spirit of air, scared by storm. God’s sacred light leaps.... only in the instructors eyes; from crippled form, blue orbs full of mischief and the joy of flight, reveling.... a wounded Aphrodite smiles.


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BtVS: Shadows of Four

Four individuals come into view,
Ready and able to do what they do. 
Each one is small, and each one is proud. 
In the hours of night, they wait for the fight.

Ah, who but the slayer could stand at such ease? 
With strength and with courage she faces the breeze. 
A lead into battle, as quick as you please. 
She is the hand, she’ll make you believe.

The witch, so friendly with red hair divine. 
Her wit and her charm; she is simply sublime. 
Bright-eyed and able she follows the lead. 
She is the spirit, and magic’s her deed.

The loyal, the commoner, construction supreme. 
He’s more than he looks, he’s more than a dream. 
Laughing through heartache, and smiling through pain. 
The heart keeps on beating, there’s so much to gain.

And what’s to be said about the eldest of these? 
Wonderful, wise, so full of surprise. 
A watcher, librarian; mentor, and friend. 
The smartest and kindest, stalwart ’til the end. 
Always keeping the forces together, 
The mind’s eyes stay open through all sorts of weather.
     
The sun rises slowly, to welcome the fight. 
Our four able heroes awake in the light. 
The sun shines down on each handsome face, 
Their shadows fade into each other’s place. 
A new being is made from the shadows of four, 
Able and ready to win the last war.


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To the Edge of the World (The Song of Navriss pt.2)

Like a vulture, he came to my hometown,
To my hometown.
Just a little boy, I watched him
Knock upon the old wooden door,
To the old man’s house,
The old grizzled Moor.

In silence, the man in black fled down the old road,
Beside him running silent,
Was the grizzled old Moor.
Behind the two upon a horse,
I rode through the cold.
Through the charred hills, 
Beyond mountains old.

We travelled through lands, where the sun feared to tread, 
And the midnight sun filled my heart with dread.
Still the two, upon dark gossamer wings,
Led me back into the sun,
But it would be many years
Before our journey was finally done.

	Hey you, with the chill in your bones
	Come gather round . . .
	Pull yourself up closely
	Warm yourself by the fire . . .
	Can you feel it?
	
Seasons changed
While the years sailed on by
Still we went on,
Forever on, and on. 
Beneath a sun and moon
Trading places in the sky.
Beyond seas so vast, 
So cold.
Until at last we came,

 
To the edge of the world, 
Where a man now grown up
Can touch the stars.
I stood upon the edge of the place, 
The place they go, their world.
Which is cold, sometimes hot
Beyond the edge of the world.

With my cloak wrapped tightly around me
I followed the man in black, 
Yet behind the old Moor
Into the heart of a darkened land
Where souls yearn to be free.
And my eyes opened wide, 
So eager to see what I might find.

	Hey you, with the chill in your bones
	Come gather round . . .
	Pull yourself up closely
	Warm yourself by the fire . . .
	Can you feel it?
	
Bright coin in my hand, 
‘Twas this I gave to the dead ferryman.
Over black mirrored water, 
Silently we sailed over the Sea of Styx.
Little more than my shadow
I studied the black-dressed man,
Just as he studied the souls beneath the waves,
A spiralling helix.

Upon the far shore
Minos sat upon a throne of bone
With his host of the damned, 
For the grizzled old Moor 
Minos passed judgement severe,
Yet unto black naught was said nor done,
Yet unto me was passed
The cruellest judgement.

I cried for all to hear,
“I am alive! Alive.”
But Minos sat back and smiled
And said, “Oh woe to yea curiosity unfed,
You who had followed black while still very much alive
Shall walk eternity through the footsteps of the dead.”
	
	I pray you heed me well,
	For we are the spirits of regret,
	The souls of the Forgotten
	And we are the ghosts of . . .
	Sorrow . . .

And so I sit,
Beneath the muted stars,
On the edge of the world . . .


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UNTURNED STONES GATHERIGN IN MY SOUL

UNTURNED STONES GATHERING IN MY SOUL 
AS I WALK BACK HOME FEELING YOUR SMILE 
AS I GLIDE TO MY DOOR I WAIT IN STRIDE 
EVER AFTER BITTEN BY THE SUN 
SINGING THE PRAISE OF MY UN BEGOTTEN
LOVE AS DEEP AS THE SOUL WOULD SEE
AS SHALLOW AS THE SUN WHERE I SEE YOU PASS BY 
CAN I FEEL YOUR WARM EMBRACE 
OF PURE SPUN SNOW AS GOLD AS THE LACE 
SPINNING KNEELING FEELING YOUR PACE 
GASPING FOR BREATHE AS I FEEL YOU SHAPE
AS I SINCE ELAPSED AS I SEE YOUR FAITH UN BEGOTTEN 
SUN GIVE ME A GLIMPSE A TRACE AWAKEN MY SOUL 
UNTURNED STONE GATHERING A TRACE
MY LOVE MY LIFE IS LAST AT GLIMPSE
UNTOLD LOVE I SEE IN YOUR FACE
EVERAFTER I GLIDE BACK TO SLEEP
DEEPENED AS I FEEL YOUR TRACE
DEEPER HOTTER I CAN FEEL YOU ON MY FACE
BREATHE SO SHORT EVER TELL ME 
MY LOVE CAN I SEE YOUR FACE 
STONE UNTURNED DEEP WITH IN MY SOUL
LOVE HAS LEFT WITHOUT A TRACE


Details | Sonnet | |

That's That!

The Sun is on the horizon approaching this brand new day,
Ripples in the water and they shimmer incredibly bright,
A bird sings in the air and many more are on the same flight!
Rising high the Sun makes its rounds in a very special way.
 
Puffy white clouds are on the trail until they begin to stray.
Blue skies follow suite running off the darkened night.
Green grassy grounds are visions of a true God given sight.
Branches of trees wave at the Sun as if they want to play.
 
Rising with the Sun and busy as a bee,
Rise and shine!
It’s amazing just like me!
That’s that and it’s all in line!

That’s that!
And newer days we are all looking at!
 
 
© Copyright Ann Rich   2006


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Treasure Hunt

You were here such a long time ago.
I knew you not nor did I have a clue.
I was just a silly giggly little fool.
Days passed by until the Sun set too low.
So I memorized the Stars at night watching them glow.
I’d swear I’d never have believed you much less knew.

Until, I went back into the past and chased the future ahead.
That’s when I saw the trails and the paths lain from before.
Some were laid in gold, others silver, even diamonds and lead.
The Sun struck down on them and they shined even more.
It was obvious by the color of branches in the trees that were dead.
I could taste the honeydew trickling down my lips feeling my heart of hearts.
I chased the birds and plucked a feather of a white dove just for you.
I ran along the Sea shores and the Oceans belched a many a roar.
Salt on my lips and free with the wind I knew I wanted more.
The Moons beams shined down on me so I followed the shore.

I found seashells and rocks of all kinds and saved them all.
I even cleaned them up and gave names to a few too small.
The Stars began twinkling brighter here and there.
I watched them naming a few and one I made mine.
Then I found the Mountains and how tough they fair.
I rock climbed the highest ones and drew myself a line.

I saw the snow fall and watched it melt.
I just can not tell you in words how that felt.
I ran through the fields and the prairies took my breath.
I was alive inside just feeling my best, there was no death.

The rains came pouring down watering the splendor grass.
Thunders and lighting's all came in a great big flash.
I’m alive inside and just feeling great.
Passing through time I can never be late.

On plated trails of past, present and future I am so alive.
It’s a treasure hunt of buried beauties buried deep inside.
And each vibrantly strives simply to thrive.
And each one seeks where you hide.

®Registered: Ann Rich 2006


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 | I do not know? | |

As I pass through Life

As I pass through

As I pass through life,
I see different colors, 
different smells, different
sounds and different taste.
Nothing ever be the same,
The roads get rockier and stiffer 
as I pass through each time.
The sky never stays gray all the time,
The birds don’t always sing, the grass don’t always green,
and the people don’t always stay the same.
It’s sad to see how the birds stop flying,
How things stop sparkling, and how life
don’t stay as bright as it used to. People come
and go, hence people move on everyday. The days are not 
always cloudy, and the sun don’t always shine.
Everything under the sun is just vanity because as you pass
through things come and go, they never last a lifetime.
Therefore as you pass through life no matter how it is, make sure
you pass with care, and make sure you learn from everything
under the sun. Because as you pass through something change.


Details | I do not know? | |

a gift , a curse

the sun beams its beautiful warm rays down onto us . ask nearly
anyone, what their favorite weather is , sunny would be the answer.
every plant , animal and human needs the sun ... and enjoys it so.
strange how something so crucial , can also cause cancer .

the wind feels fantastic , on a sunny day . nothing feels better
than a much needed breeze , while catching rays , lying on a beach towel .
cruising the boulevard , hair blowing in the wind . buildings crumbling
over into the streets , homes losing their structure ...a terrifying howl .

enjoying a brisk drive through the countryside . gorgeous , natural
landscaping , outlining the rural roads . rain falling , rainbows, stunning hues,
a soft wind . water feeds the plant life , drenching the soil . the blacktop
becomes slick , tires slide .... horrible crunching , screams ... death ensues .

drink in hand , walking after a quiet rain , taking advantage of the fresh air.
darkness begins to fall over the sky . feelings of being watched , haunt her
imagination . a short cut , through an alley , proves fatal . two men
approach ...demanding money . the brutal attack ... she could not deter.

the most natural thing in the world , some would say . two warm bodies
entwined , kissing , caressing , expressing deep desires , anything to please.
seamingly melting in each others arms , leaves them wanting more . at 
the time , never considering , death from a venereal disease .





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Stand Straighter

Stand stranger, O Love, stand stranger,
Stand straighter, and lift up thine eyes;
The wings of the sun sweep about us---
We, the gift of the earth to the skies.

We have done what the god has forbidden,
We have leapt to the boughs of our tree.
Yea, now the danger of height be unhidden
We laugh with how easy we see.

Fear was God's name, and of olden
We bent for halt steps of his feet.
Now the dareways of life wave open
And faints in our ears his half beat.

He has crawled under dust at our leaping,
Lies blind in the dust, and is dead.
Brave Sight takes his place and, out-leafing,
Glances true My-Space ahead.

Brave Sight, that is stronger than Heaven,
And purer than peace in a grave,
And though Joy's not yet wholly unladen,
We are free, and we are not slave.

Step up, make it real---your desire;
No low-quitting effort should hide.
Reach lips in the name of our fire
Not curses of Hell can divide!

We have life, O Love, we are mortal,
And our blossoms of right are in hand;
Mid haloing rings of embracement
Our Time-taking souls command.

Come, let's foot off this little dim shadow,
There's a full glad world to view----
Smooth ways or stony to march in ior seek in,
Strong ways and first ways and true.

Yes, this is the grace of our giving----
That in choosing we use what we are,
And the courage of thought undeceiving
Outleaps any error by far.

Up now, the mountains await us;
They list for the beat of our feet.
We are coming, Beyond, we are coming;
Thine existence shall soon be complete.

We are coming, far birds, we are coming;
Wing out thy songs upon air!
Forest and River, we thy meaning deliver;
For the plans of _real_ makers prepare!

O Earth, O Rich Matter, Sound Being,
On Thee we do set out to win,
With Inquisitive Eyes now all seeing
And Masterly Thought without sin.

Stand stranger, O Love, stand straighter,
Show proudly the lust of thine eyes;
The praise of the sun pours upon us---
We, the gift of the earth to the skies!


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Waves and Whispers

We huddle over the mass of our treasures
with stinging skin and salt ringed hair
while holding a washed blue sea star shining
we whisper with bittering breath on the tide
The waves peel thus and entice us to dig
with backs holding skies and the sun raging noon
while fingers break open in white salty clean
we meticulously scan the horizon for change
We stop when their fins slice the water in arcs
with hands shielding eyes and our lips flooding smiles
while standing like beacons with roots on the land
we wonder if dolphin eyes strain to see us
The moment they pass we are back hard at work
with bellies of hunger and cotton tongued thirst
while feeling the sun on our skin to take home
we whisper that this is the time of our lives.


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Surrender In No Way

To and fro a person goes
Through life with its sunshine's blows
Sweeping him from beneath
A magic carpet surfing underneath
his feet of guidance
Towards the road of happiness
The sun shines upon his face
Whilst the moon's lace
approaches the sun to tie it down
Into the world of sleep and drawn

Slowly that person is pushed into sleep
As he lays his head deep
On the cushion of comfort and need
As it slowly shuts down his mind
Charging him with power for the next day
Gently parking across the bay
of luxury and adventures to be driven
By the one person it was given

Some give up their destiny’s flight
Pervading loss and fear to fight
And so, a land of misery
perches upon their bravery
As it crushes it into dust
and buries it beneath the earth’s crust…

Don’t give up no matter what
Even if all the doors are shut
Keep on going till you reach
the path of destiny’s breeches 
that fill you with comfort and peace,
listening to your delightful breeze…

Life beholds pathways 
towards different ways…
Some are easy to pass through…
Others are hard to step into…
But never give up no matter what
For what awaits at the end of each pathway’s hut…
Is treasure you shall cherish forever…


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Zion

I am still in Zion , I am taming love's lion, with these wings I spread I will fly on,
I shower you with diamonds, with my hands I lay to waste all of these mountains,
You to me, you are a treasure that took a lifetime to find.
You to me, you are a star that crashed down upon my earth and landed in my sea,
You are the heaven, for which I seek to find,
You are the eternity after life that I cannot define.
I stand proud against all these mobs that rise against me,
I fight back and scream with courage and intensity!
I lead my army against your foes and my foes and all the other fiends,
I use my sword and with my word I devour them and destroy those who wish to 
strike and sting,
I sing a new song that describes your majestic beauty and praise the way you 
move,
I am the one that conquers and divides and offers to you the sun and the silver 
moon.
All of the world I offer to you with all of her gold, silver and precious gems,
I give you more than your heart could ever desire, I give you so much more than 
him.
I have built a temple to worship your perfect body with all of your God-given 
curves,
I am studying the history of this world and striving to know more about you, for 
you I constantly learn.
No longer does my world revolve around you for you have become my entire 
world,
No longer does my sun and moon shine upon you for you are the one that I have 
learned to serve.
 
 
I shower you with a million rose petals and tulip blossoms that would cover the 
country side!
I abide in your spirit and praise your gorgeous self for no longer do I choose to 
hide.
 
 


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Sangfroid and the Sun

Sangfroid savors the sun while strolling.
The hills are steep and rolling.
The wind is calmly blowing.
Her skin is glowing.
The spirit knowing,
It sees the other side.
Alternative life,
Reality, and the knife.
Sangfroid sings songs. 
She made them up along the way.
Tonight is the night.
Today is the day.
Sangfroid savors the sun while strolling.
The seeds of love she is sowing.
What is strange is her roaming.
The joy cannot be stolen.
Her life golden.
In her hand she is holding,
Her offering.
Consciousness of lightning,
Thunder in her toes,
Only the Lord knows.
It is the only thing the world cannot see,
The God in me.
Sangfroid strolls to the stream.
The birth of a grand dream.
It is easy  for her to see.
It is the nectar,  Truth then beauty.