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Details | Rhyme | |

Out of the Sun

              Stayed 
             in the sun 
              to long
               today
 The skin became the bark of a tree
 the soul turning to brittle scars
 for uncaring worlds to see.
             my face
            is a pile of 
           old owl bones
sewn into banks of midnight creeks...
even the plump, over ripened ones 
no longer look at me...
but if their car was desert flat,
their oil grim reaper black
they'd paint a wormy, water colored  smile...
slide it through my barbed wired heart
so long as I could spin the jack...
so I spin it until their potholes turn to satin-
               Stayed 
              in the sun
               to long
                today
the mind has smoothed over 
like pebbles in Saturn rings..
a forgotten spice in the conversation of life
an hour later the word snuggles up to me
               laughingly.

Tomorrow or forever( which ever comes first),
I'll stay wrapped inside
till my skin turns back to ivory
to an easter egg yesterday 
to a time of bouncing ball and spinning jack,
when the mind was a great silky nest...
the face a flowered meadow place 
where watercolors swirled all day, 
the heartworms kept at bay.

I'll stay hidden within the briar, 
till the jewels of memories sooth 
every scar - every stripe,
the molten knots of cruelty,
till the sweetened fruit reclaims the tree.
until then only my curtains breathe...
       ...stayed in the sun 
              to long
                today





Details | Free verse | |

Ravaging Days

Ravaging days
when clouds pale
the sun's rays
hindering its purpose
of existence, the cost.

Confusion rises
over what is true
what should we pursue
in these darkened days
that have made 
our face pale
when all we think in fact
is saving ourselves
having stopped to care
choosing instead
our own comfort.

Then we retort
pretending
there's no heaven
or hell, there's no God
and if there is
doesn't seem He cares...

But we haven't really looked
we haven't a clue
because we didn't knock
we choose to mock
we haven't really searched
perhaps unwilling
to face the answers 
because we know within
we would have to make
some serious change.

And the sun has weakened
over the earth crying tears
and the moon has turned to blood
with the presence of dark clouds
the only way to peace
the moon's connection with the sea
feared by so many
but in truth
the womb
of true life
and as the tides rise
and the waters advance
the earth begins to pray
turns to the heavens
choosing to believe 
giving the sun a new gleam
purest gold
enriching all souls
and the water recedes
and above, a feast
has begun.

By Caroline Cécile© 08.30.12


Details | Free verse | |

If I Were a Word

If I were a word,
I'd be on the point of Sharon's pen...
If I were a poem,
The young one would have penned me...
If I needed to show my heart,
I guess I would be me,
If I were to lay down wisdom,
I'd be John, Vince, Ruby, Christy, Maya
But, I wouldn't be me....
If I awoke in the middle of the night,
Wrapped in fear and uncertainty,....
I would be Tom Bell again,....
In desperate need of a friend...
If I have offended, I will volunteer
To cut off the offensive part...
If someone will remember me...
Somewhere down the road...
If I can create a smile,
or a wondrous thought,
I will have exceeded my aspirations
As a person, though never quite a farah chammah,
I will see the sun rise, I will see the sun sink...
I will pray for my fellow man,
Regardless of what others may think....
One life to live?
Nonsense, the Hindus got it right,
The cycle is repeated,
Until we see the light...

Yet the light is here at Soup,
It shines so bright that it could blind,
But blind most of us are,
We keep a closed up mind...

Lives end, lives begin...
They are virtually the same...
God kisses each of us,
And grants us a special name...

But time is oblivious to all this,
It has it's own agenda,
And we are powerless to influence it,
There are higher powers we'll never understand...
But the power of our words lives on...
That power will never end.


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 | 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 | Haiku | |

The Last Seven Plagues

those who bore 'the mark'
screamed from painful ugly sores
First of the Last Plagues

the sea turned to blood
and everything in it died
Second of Last Plagues

the rivers and springs
became blood--no more water
Third of the Last Plagues

the sun had power
burning people with fire
Fourth of the Last Plagues

kingdom of 'the beast'
was plunged into vast darkness
Fifth of the Last Plagues

       STILL--people cursed God
       and they refused to--REPENT
       global armies formed

the great Euphrates'
water dried up--transit road
Sixth of the Last Plagues

       world economic
       devastation, suicides
       lootings and killings

       stench of dead bodies
       cities on fire--engulfed
       chaos, fear, riots

the sun became darkened
the moon gave no light--all dark
stars fell from the sky

huge exploding holes
in the darkness as they fell
hundreds all at once

       army of 'the beast'
       horizon to horizon
       Plain of Megiddo

clouds blanket the sky
painful peals of thunder roll
gold weaves through the clouds

hundred pound hailstones
fell on unrepentant man
cars, homes, land destroyed

most severe earthquake
islands diappeared--Earth FLAT
splits Jerusalem

then voice from Heaven
"It is done"--is heard by all
Last of the Last Plagues

       wait at Magiddo
       the Son of Man--Returns
       on white horse, in clouds

       blood runs two hundred
       feet wide/long and five feet deep
       bodies explode at

       the sound of The Word
       spoken from the King of Kings
       one-sided battle

anti-christ and false
prophet thrown in lake of fire
beast chained--thrown in pit...

thousand years in pit
(Jesus rules Kingdom on Earth)
then, loosed for a time

there is still HOPE
Know Jesus loves you and died
for your sins--REPENT...


6/13/2012
©
Gail's "End of the World Armageddon" contest




wait at Megiddo


Details | Narrative | |

June Gloom

Just to provoke a little smile



The sun went into hiding
In the last month of spring
Had given much of its sun rays
Through the month of May.
Had heard so much complaint
And wondered why go through so much pain?

“Can't they see how pretty the flowers bloom
Just because I can shine through?
Can’t they hear the birds sing out loud
Because I beat the cold to a smoke out?
Can’t anyone smell the fragrance of blooming trees?
There’s so much good I give, can’t they see?”

The sun felt depressed and sad
It didn’t like feeling so bad
“One day, I am begged to come out
And when I do, I am wanted out.”
So the sun went into hiding
And none of its rays could be seen.

The clouds moved in silently
Spread throughout the sky evenly
Turning its days to fearsome gloom
It was the Month of June.
As if to make a point, the clouds went to war
Rain fell, lightning stuck, thunder roared.

After many days of clashing wails
The people bowed and prayed
Wondered why they had so complained
And pledged to never do it again.
And the sun was moved to come out
Smiling, it extended its power throughout.



By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 06.30.10.


Details | Free verse | |

In my grave

A weak shout louder than a gun shot
Out of a mouth full of depressed misery and dead emotions
A walk to infinity
A search for the light in a place so bright, yet so dark
Between sun light and dawn
Where birds sing for roses

Away in distance
Where destiny lead my way

It's going to be okay
Last words my ears choose to hear
To relieve the pain in my heart
Darkness filled my eyes
Don't try to make it shine
I smell the end
I feel the tears of grief drowning me alive

I lay down in my coffin
Under the soil
In the freezing ground
Isolated from all around
No need to make a sound
Or wear the mask that hides what's beneath

Surrounded with woods
beneath the ground just as I was
Tossed as a stone
Like a leaf fallen from an autumn tree into a lake so deep
With my skinless skull and wrist bones where cuts of regret cant be seen

I lay In my cave
In my only home
With my only friend
My rival my enemy
I can't let go...

Thoughts rushing into my mind
Bursting in and out
Words I never thought I'd speak
Words my tongue never dares to say
Well...now I know how it feels
Now after I'm gone

My lips are fading
My soul is drowning
My body is decaying 

I reach the limit
Where heart beats doesn't matter
Where I can't breathe the air
Where my only road is to hell
I'll bathe in fire from this day and forever

Never made you proud
Forgive me and make it better

Two roses laid on my grave
Endless time passes as the sun goes by
Nothing stirs 
Pure melody in silence
A selfish wind blows taking with it one 
and there goes one in vain dropping it to far away
I gaze through emptiness
Waiting for my eternal time to end
For my angel to appear
And save my weeping spirit from my sins
Which have become my reality...


Details | Quintain (English) | |

a bRIDgE OVeR A RIver quiet

  A BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER QUIET

‘Tis the infancy of yet another day
And I hear it crying for its bottle now
But I know the sun is no child anyway
It can be a sadistic son and it will teach you how  

I live under a tunnel on the highway’s right
Yet wrong I may ever be
I found an old mattress the other night
so discomfort doesn’t bother me

Today yesterday is but an artifact
An ancient find to hunters of the past
But it seems the sun and Satan have some sort of pact
Alas, whatever it is will probably hold fast 

I’m lucky enough to live with my lover
She’s agreed to live free along with me
And often when it rains we needn’t run for cover
The umbrella is our love to be

The term “shelter” means different things to different people I know
Shelter to some might mean a mansion in France
To people like me and my lover “shelter” means just somewhere else to go
Moved by an emphatic embrace and the lives we each enhance

To us rain, cold or snow doesn’t mean we get up and go
It’s the tortuous sun we know will eventually come
So we weather the weather knowing all we need to know
For my lover and I may be homeless but neither of us is dumb

Now let’s get back to the infant son and the fear of it’s adolescence
Because as we know children can often be rambunctious and rude
In the heat of mid-day August we suffer an adult son’s insolence
And being fully grown it only treats us kindly when its in the mood  
                © 2011.….free cee!

 









Details | Dodoitsu | |

perhaps in another lifetime we shall meet again and then you will learn from a master me

  A BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER QUIET

‘Tis the infancy of yet another day
And I hear it crying for its bottle now
But I know the sun is no child anyway
It can be a sadistic son and it will teach you how  

I live under a tunnel on the highway’s right
Yet wrong I may never be
I found an old mattress the other night
so discomfort doesn’t bother me

Today yesterday is but an artifact
An ancient find FoR hunters of the past
But it seems the sun and Satan have some sort of pact
Alas, whatever it is will probably hold fast 

I’m lucky enough to live with my stunning lover
She’s agreed to live free along with me
And often when it rains we needn’t run for cover
The umbrella is our love surely to be

The term “shelter” means different things to different people I know
Shelter to some might mean a mansion in France
To people like me and my lover “shelter” means just somewhere else to go
Moved by an emphatic embrace and the lives we each enhance

To us rain, cold or snow doesn’t mean we get up and go
It’s the tortuous sun we know will eventually come
So we weather the weather knowing all we need to know
For my lover and I may be homeless but neither of us is dumb

Now let’s get back to the infant sun and the fear of it’s adolescence
Because as we know children can often be rambunctious and rude
In the heat of mid-day August we suffer an adult sun’s insolence
And being fully grown it only treats us kindly when its in the mood  
                © 2011.….~free cee!~   Phreepoetree  

 









Details | I do not know? | |

Overwhelmed

Needy waves overwhelm
Battering, smashing
Soft flesh quivering
Splintering, raging, angry
Screeching , fists clenched.
I need more then I have!
To quench the fire,
A hunger, burning desire
As oxen grind grain
Doomed to everlasting circle
Consumed by a need
Spontaneous combustion, eruption
Do what I must
Abilities of others,
To comprehend, to know
What I wish I can't do                                                                                                       The arrow pierces deep
And the final words
Are of no help
Doesn’t the sun follow rain? 
Releasing the parched earth
Who has my tomarrow?
Searching stacks of stuff
Cheating Chinese workers
Can’t get to heaven today
Enough of anything
Weather turns cold
Fields brown, sun is gone
Special celestial light
Summer stolen while I napped
Can’t get to heaven today.


Details | Free verse | |

Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold


Details | Lyric | |

Early Morning Rain

The early morning rain hides the tears in my eyes With an emptiness in my heart, I'm remembering your lies I'm a long way from home, but the distance doesn't ease this aching in my heart and wind blowing through the trees. Travelling down this rocky road, I'm tired and alone. How I wish my broken heart could find its way back home. Bright is the sun and dark is the night, but I'm stuck in the middle, and, oh, nothing feels right. With everything to lose and nothing to gain, my tears fall to the ground, like the early morning rain. Oh, the sun never shines in the early morning rain. In the morning sun, he wakes with another girl, not me. The dawn's light shines on them, but clouds dim my rocky seas. If he would welcome me home, I'd forgive, let go of this pain. So I'll start the long journey home in the early morning rain. Lord, help me find my way through the early morning rain. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 12, 2012 for Write me a Lightfoot Poem (Francine Roberts) * Gordon Lightfoot song, "Early Morning Rain"


Details | Rhyme | |

Farewell

Why is it that our deepest love
is not enough to hold you?
What demons still torment you
even as loved arms enfold you?
Though the skies are dark and grey
the sun will shine another day.
Why is it you don't know this?
God takes us through the winter's sting
with his sweet promises of spring
and pleasant days of bliss.

The sun is shining bright today.
You wouldn't wait. You went away.


Details | Free verse | |

The man was shot in the head

The man was shot in the head


The man stood up and talked about ethics and morality
They shot him and ripped him apart
and said it was his fault 
The study said he didn’t fit in
So they had to kill him
And took him down to the river and let him go
Nobody was really happy about it
But nobody cried either

They said he was born this way
Risking death for life 
Knowing many ways to die
And hoping his friend still loved him
Watching the sun go down 
Waiting for the morning to come
Seeing the night as a dream
And knowing when it’s over

Someone told him to dance
And truth ripped through him 
And he couldn’t go back
And he was alone
Like the power they gave him
And the love they didn’t have
He called himself intense
Nobody knew how to help him

The man was shot in the head
On a Friday afternoon at the government center
The air was still and the sun was shining
Someone called out his name
And said safety is his friend
The truth was on his side
He hoped his friend still loved him
He turned around and they shot him in the head


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Acrostic | |

Summer rain

Summer rain


S ummer rain is beautiful
U nending sun’s, no good at all
M ind gets stale, when it’s too dry
M e, I Iove the rain, do I
E ndless heat is terrible
R ain makes life more beautiful

R ain comes down, and makes folk happy
A ustralians they get quite snappy
I n our summers harsh and hot 
N o rainfall, well most like this, not.

28 June 2014 @ 1140hrs.

Written for Francine Roberts 'Summer acrostic'


Details | Free verse | |

My Shadow



Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.

No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.

Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.

All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.



Details | Quatrain | |

FREE CEE i dare thee to read words that might blind thee



     HALF-EMPTY BUTTERCUPS

There was a time of kicked-back comfort and laid-back ease
Times when both butterflies and buttercups were ever blessed by a breeze
Days when wings were anointed and petals pointed to the sky 
Times with the assurance that neither butterflies nor buttercups ever die

It was a time which convinced me that kids such as I could actually fly
Back when all I needed was a set of swings to get me high
But swing sets of steel rust and corrupted metal caustically corrodes
And even innocent and tiny tadpoles turn into poisonous toads

Then came a time when swings didn’t get me quite high enough
So I turned to substances that warned me yet I called their bluff
It was a time akin to aching actualities and wretched realities
When beautiful butterflies and buttercups sustained scathing casualties

It was a time when jumping rope brought hope and childhood’s pure delight
And I never sweated no matter how heated the sun became nor how very bright
I needed not to find shade that made me subservient to laughter’s lovely sound
Laughing was my only prerequisite need when the fact of a fantasy was finally found


Suddenly a sacramental sun became a consistently malicious moon
Malevolent nights and evenings that got even with me arrived too soon
A breeze became a winter’s wind that made ease Mother Nature’s greatest lie
When I discovered that children grow old and buttercups and butterflies do eventually die
 © 2012........PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


Details | Quatrain | |

free cee My giRLfRieNd sAId tO deLETe tHIs

   MY GIRLFRIEND SAID TO DELETE THIS

I asked her to travel with me
from the east coast to the west
I promised the trip would make us feel free
“so please, join me on a restful quest”

we began in Jersey while snow was on the ground
headed for the west where the sun goes down last
we didn't really care to where we were bound
but I recall the desert being blistering hot and viciously vast

along the way we saw a hitch hiker with her thumb held out
she looked young, innocent and with striking good looks
my spouse did her good deed, fancying herself a girl scout
and even though my wife picked her up the trip was going by the books

at one point I pointed my eyes to the back
and there sat a young girl in a very short skirt
if tantalizing is a talent this girl had a knack
then I realized I was driving and had better stay alert

we continued on and at one point my wife had to pee
and that's when I found out why men do what they do
no one could have predicted what came to be
after I frisked her fresh body while looking at eyes of blue 

my hands and lips wandered everywhere
and we made love like my wife and I hadn't for years
in the back seat moans and groans were all you could hear
cooking in the car under a southern sun that sears

we had just enough time to make a decision
somehow my wife had to go
to I took out my hunting knife and made an incision
and my desire sliced her from head to toe

that young girl and I made our way to the west
making love and making believe my wife's death didn't occur
all I know is now I'm spending life in jail at the judge's behest
and now I don't give a sh*t what happened to her
   © 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


Details | Quatrain | |

FREE CEE dedicated to a lady who in Vienna we were poetry

i found her on a beach in belize
if you please
just sunning herself and taking in the sights and sounds of the gulls
watching ships past by with steady courses set and sturdy hulls
the sun dripped from her shimmer
as i sat blinded by her glimmer
she showed me what was beyond the shore
and so much more
she pointed to the horizon where blue meets the darkness at night
there she sat contemplating mankind's possible destruction and plight
her beauty shone like the sun i tried to hide my eyes from viewing
and being beautiful is all she was doing
and in so doing telling a story that was a warning to all
telling humanity to answer her fervent call
all she wanted was to lay on the beach unafraid of what was to arrive
if all of us didn't get together and learn to mutually survive
no waste to last for a million or more years
no more wars born out by tepid tears
no destroying the balance of nature of which she was too aware
as she sat by her father Neptune's lair
her mother shone as did the daughter i speak of
born from a family of peace, tranquility and of course love
so as the gulls flew by
and their chicks learned to fly
i continued to watch the ships past by sturdy and strong
and no one can convince me that her assertion was wrong
for most assuredly this was no ordinary girl
because this beauty was born of an oyster and her name was pearl
           (c) 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


Details | I do not know? | |

BELSAN

This was written for the Belsan Tragedy....

Mother Earth has completed
the cycle of the sun
Searing agony; blackened dreams
Freewill has been undone

Vivid memories tainted by blood
Megalomaniacs on the prowl,
charging through doorways
Altering course of lives

Masters of predation
Masters of the gun
Masters of deprivation
No need to pull a con

Guns, robes, identity (un) known
Hunted by all
Entrapped by none

Three day of terror
Families' oppignerate
If the sun should rise again
We'll never congregate

Just like Icarius
Who flew from Crete on wings
The sun indeed did rise
Alas! The sea beckoned as well

What was the purpose I wonder, 
or am I an ignorant fool?
Multiple lives lost to plunder 
Still I say, what was the use?


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Dreaming

The top was down, and we cruised against the wind. Red hair whipped in every direction, and 
stung each cheek with a snap that cracked against the skin.  It was the first day of Spring, it 
seemed. The sun was out and the air was warm. We drove fast, and I looked up to see the 
palm trees that stood tall. 

Breathe in, Breathe out. 

I felt life today. It was insane to feel so free. The music that played overfilled me with soul
and I stopped to think that maybe I am a little crazy.

Have others felt this way? 

It was a peaceful moment, and I was comfortable accepting that maybe I was a little 
different.

That is what made me an artist- I have an abstract perception on how I view the world...

But if you have seen what I have seen, if you have dreamed what I have dreamed,
you will know nothing is ever as it really seems to be.

All the palm trees, the warm sun and the flowing hair.. is nothing more than a single moment 
of time.  It cease to exist now, and I am crazy to believe that it IS real after it passed

when it really is nothing but a memory.

A memory.

Nothing but a memory.

And I am crazy to re-live it and believe its still real. 




Details | I do not know? | |

Flowers and Ice

Feeling the warm sun touching my face
My mind wanders and remembers
Beautiful flowers that time can’t erase
So full and free 
This dream I try to embrace
So peaceful and pretty
Feel like I’m floating in space
Lying on my back feeling the warm rich colors
And my long blond hair blowing in my face
Until I feel a coldness
So cold it takes me to a place
Like I’m lying on a sheet of Ice
Escaping reality I try not to awake
Shivering without any warmth
My mind tries to escape
This prison I can’t take anymore
I just need to feel safe
Please take me back to see the flowers 
And open my soul’s gate
To fields of beauty
So I can rest there and wonder my life’s fate
And forget the pain so cold like ice
And to feel the warm sun once again touching my face.


Details | Tanka | |

Forgotten - Tanka 2


tall evergreens bow                     
to escape a thunderstorm                 
forgetting blue skies,
the sun's return is promised
but your cold lips, I ignore. 


Details | Free verse | |

YOU, me THE SUN AND THE SEA

                   YOU, ME, THE SUN AND THE SEA

I can envision your smile when mine wasn’t evident
I can hear your laughter when mine isn’t prevalent
I can imagine your glowing eyes beam while mine were dim
And I hear your voice of encouragement when my life grew dim

I can be all alone in a forest of Pontiac Pine and Oakland Oak
Surrounded by mementos of momentous monuments sculpted by  the moments we spent together
For instance the day we spent at the arcade on the boardwalk by the sea
                 You and me
By the sea
The ocean where I walked in the footsteps your petite feet left behind
Tiny traces of lightness dwarfed by mine
And you giggled when I picked you up so there would only be two footprints in the sand
Then I recall you lilted lightly through the tiny waves that lapped onto the shore while you wore blue jeans and a checkered shirt
The hems of denim became wet so you rolled them up to your knees
As you whispered that I was as delightful as that late summer breeze
I remember that day
Your smile
Your laughter
Your entrancing golden and green eyes
While we watched the sea ebb and rise

We were together on days now long past
We shared summer eves and winter days overcast
Warm misty nights and days when the sun refused to shine
Silvery and sparkling days when you were still mine
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Details | Quatrain | |

free cee A CAUSTIC CACTUS

   A CAUSTIC CACTUS

You left me low in the high Sierras
standing naked and all alone
there stood I midst sorrow and sand
sorrow, sand and stagnant stone

there was one lonely cactus
almost lonely as lonely me
both of us begging for sustenance
neither of us to ever be set free

I can't find the path that led me here
and you might say that I can't take no more
you might say i've reached the end
and no one has ever been so right before

why can't you just get it through your head
there will never be a time where the middle will meet the end?
I'm stuck in the arid air of sadness and it's cohort
it's comrade called the wind that makes both that cactus and myself bend

we are blown to and fro, from left to right
and every morning greets me with a sun that cooks my blood
one moment of sanctuary from the heat would be a gift
instead yet another night I wilt like a a lily or a blood red rosebud

I tried to hold you but the sun got in the way
I tried to keep you but no water might I find
i'm stuck in the acrid humidity of improprieties
and that sunlight has left me sweaty and blind

so here I am laying low in the high Sierras
knowing full well there ain't no escape
I remember love sworn on dunes of sand
and picnics midst the misty beauty of the cape
 © 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~




Details | Free verse | |

Her

A smile that never reaches her 
eyes

A laugh that never reaches her 
soul

A hug she cannot feel

A numbness that is everlasting 

Numb to the world around her 
but not the pain inside

The allure of love and the false 
hope it provides

Beckoning to her like the 
warmth of a sun rise 

Filling her eyes with light, a 
change from the sticky dull of 
pain

A light that soon fades, 
dripping out in the tears she 
cries

Her heart flooding with pain, 
and drowning in tears 

Waiting for the sun rise to 
return

Through the dark night she 
cries

Tears of anguish wash away 
her pain

The sun rises for another day

The smile fake, and 
misleading, but it keeps the 
questions away

To start another day and end 
another night

Anxious for the day to last 

To end her waking pain, and 
kill the darkest night

The lingering bitter taste of 
tears as it fades

The smile becoming real

The flood waters draining 

The pain being released by a 
loving hug, and a waking 
happiness

Stored away for months like a 
sleeping bear

Waiting for warmer weather to 
warm her soul, and
make her smile warm and real 
again

To make her... her


Details | Ballade | |

Bad Luck Birds

 A blood-red owl and a pale white raven
Sit on my shoulder all through the night
The sun rises and they won’t let me be
The day, what now, I thought they’d leave with the light

Plague my mind 

Ever and for still the night

Yet I dye easy as hearts always fall

Falling farther and I can’t make this right.

Little deaths are breaking me down
It’s killing me inside so I can’t hear the sound
Of her eyes calling me away 
There’s nothing left to say, I can’t keep you around,

Toes curl at the owl’s screech in the night

The sun setting and I turn away

I can’t stand the sight

I just lost another day.


Details | Monorhyme | |

free cee THIS was inspired by the one and only VIENNA





                  WHISPERED BRIGHTLY

A whisper of the early morning sun hangs low in the eastern sky
With a yawn, a graceful bow and a softened sigh
Having only recently been welcomed in by the night
When as if on cue the doves begin to coo in the light
As daily I am denied due delight
Years ago I lost happiness amidst a garden of dying daisies and wilting green
Nowhere was its shadow seen
A garden of the grievous grown
When laughter vanished and took with it a smile I no longer own
For joy is just a memory faded by the force of fate
And when laughter left it left wide open the garden gate
To allow, of course, easier access for frustration, temptation and hate
Happiness didn’t even say goodbye
While I remain deafened to the whisper of a sun hanging low in the eastern sky
And only a few sacred doves and I know why
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