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Details | Free verse | |

Dreaming for Reality

The wind serenaded me today,
telling me of her tales
but I refused to listen,
intent on dreaming was I...

The sun visited me today,
basking me in his warmth
but I gave him the cold shoulder,
intent on dreaming was I...

The trees danced for me today,
twirling their leaves in unison
but I swept them away,
intent on dreaming was I...

twilight welcomed the night

and yet I still dreamed...

of a world 
where children played freely,
under the sun and skies,
amidst trees

how I longed for that world,
but I was too stubborn to live in it...

intent on dreaming was I...




**words and actions must go hand in hand**

December 31, 2009--hmm one of my last poems of the year! Written for Constance's contest
:) happy 2010 everyone!


Details | Free verse | |

Lessons Learned from Trees

"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "

                                                             ~A Rambling Poet~



A canopy of trees
filters the sun for me,
and I am grateful...
For I do not feel like 
having the rays glare
in my eyes today,
in a brooding mood I am.

The earth is damp,
drunken with dew,
seemingly commiserating
with me

I lay myself down,
jagged rocks beneath me
--cutting, rough--
and I welcome it
For it grounds me,
a reminder
that not everything 
is sunlight and blooms

I sink in my darkness
and close my eyes
to dwell in it and drown,
just sighing

For an eternity,
I am mired with
muck and moss in my mind,
thoughts eroding
to nothingness

...until I open my eyes
to Wonderment

The trees above me 
stand tall and proud
in their radial glory,
the sun just
breaking through,
shimmering, dappling
my cold being

Leaves gilt with light
blink back in awe
and I am floored,
blanketed by warmth
of hushed spirits 
surrounding me

These trees 
tell their tales
of growth and survival,
of yearning for 
that light,
of their struggle
to catch a glimpse
of heaven...
of capturing 
its light,
using it,
feeding off from it,
in order to 
give back to others

some of them stumble
yet most of them
succeed

I am humbled.
I am awed.

Yes, the canopy
gave me shade,
temporary darkness
from the light,
I look up again
and realize
that the tiniest
pinholes of hope exist,
reaching deep within...

little sparks
that set off
a chain reaction
of life




--June 11-12 (2011)


Details | Rhyme | |

As I Look At The Sky


(Hourglass poem) 


I look at the sky and see clouds 
Blush and cover sun as they flood 
And light grows small as they go by 
I watch them as they cross the sky 

I see clouds change into weird shapes 
Sometimes the sky is a blue grape 
But there are times when it turns gray 
And that's when the sun fades away 

Looking at the sky is quite nice 
I'd love to watch it more than twice 
As they glow in the night so bright 
And count stars in the sky at night 

And count stars in the sky at night 
As they glow in the night so bright 
I'd love to watch it more than twice 
Looking at the sky is quite nice 

And that's when the sun fades away 
But there are times when it turns gray 
Sometimes the sky is a blue grape 
I see clouds change into weird shapes 

I watch them as they cross the sky 
And light grows small as they go by 
Blush and cover sun as they flood 
I look at the sky and see clouds! 


:-) 



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2009 


August 25,2009 



Details | Light Poetry | |

A Poetic Revalation

            It sometimes bogles the mind,these things we 
   somtime write.
           When we get a moment alone to smoke a fine cigar,
    with the serenity of a moon-lit night.
            Times when the imagination take us to far off and 
    different places.
            Where beauty is abundant and the fragrances of
    nature fills empty spaces.
            Wiiithout the noise of traffic from restless children to
   say the least.
             Just the sweet sounds of serenity mixed with solitude and a
    slice of peace.
             No telephones can be heard and not a door bell will ring.
     Even the birds are asleep so you can't hear them sing.
             Just the strenght of the wind to bring a cool breeze.
    As it pushes through and creates a harmony with leaves.
            With a million pounds of diamonds and the worlds' largest  pearl 
    to provide the light.
           As with the elegance of angels streaks of ink begin to take flight.
    As I kick up my feet and begin to write.
           About thoughts of all things done in yesterdays' life.
  Things like the happiness of children and the mythical nature of a beautiful wife.
           Just when a puff of blue smoke fills the air.
     To help keep focuse and the inner-poet very much aware.
           Where Pablo Picasso and Vincent VanGough unite to reign
    as king.
           Where thoughts of a better life give life meaning.
      Where the kindness of love or the harmonic symphony of a kiss.
Compare to the ectasty of a womens' touch,when met in tenderness.
      Yet when we're alone,that we can't get becomes that in which we miss.
     Like the way her eyes sparkle as she begins to smile.
  Her superior grace and exquisist style.
       As light begins to fade,it's the end of night and the sun returns from it's 
  hiding place.
I stand in awe ,as the sun rises and creates a Reimbrant of her face.
        Then with a roar from the family beast.
     The silence will be broken and bring a end to peace.
From the heart of armantic and thesoul of a poet. 
      Locked away inside and I didn't even know it.


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 | Free verse | |

The Man in the Field

Everyday he was there.
 
On his knees, standing, or kneeling
Gazing into the sun and the colors

He watched the road, the hay, 
the horizon, and sometimes even me.

His eyes followed my bucket and me.

I felt, not uncomfortable, but 
as if a passive madness were there
in that field, watching, always watching.

Once I stopped to say, "Hello."

He ignored me, standing erect,
absorbing the sun,
and gazing at the golden hay.

He was never in the same place.

Sometimes, he was near the road.
So close, I thought I could hear his breath,
his very thoughts as I passed,
thoughts I would never repeat.

The sound of the water sloshing
in my pail and his mind in rhythm.

Yesterday, he was lying in the middle of the field,
staring upward into the sun.

Motionless and still…

Today he was gone.

His absence left the field seemingly empty.
Yet… the haystacks and the scattered straw,
the sky, the sun itself

Brighter…Alive

Author notes:
Inspired by “Haystacks in Province,” by Vincent Van Gogh 



Details | Free verse | |

Contingency Of New Day

Dawn a new day is breaking
Open my eyes to the beauty
As the Roosters, Cardinals, and Doves eyes open
Tiny crescent moon relishing in its appearing

Birds sweep across the pale-blue morning sky
To the beat of coo-coo-coo
As the Doves communicate to their love

Striated clouds greet the sun
Sun takes the gray away so there is apricot on the horizon
Gold to decorate the way
Clean slate_new dawn great start for this unique day

Fresh air refreshes lungs
Adds glow to all creatures
Gives life as sun clears the stale dark
Opens doors to opportunities for renewal_forgiveness

The sun rises golden
As if it is the gold of royalty
Without its daily visit all of earth would decease
Become an entirely different sphere

What contingency does the dawn of new day bring to you
Open your eyes to the venture


Contest:Sunrise~~Versus~~Sunset
Sponsor: HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Written by:Sara Kendrick


Details | Rhyme | |

Rain

I love to feel the
wind on my face;
Bask in the warmth
of the sun’s embrace.
As light misty rain
touches my skin
In divine delight 
I go within. . .
The wind becomes 
an internal force.
The sun enters my heart
on its course,
But rain endeavors
to keep me whole
And helps to sustain
my very soul.

© 2011 Connie Marcum Wong

This poem was written to be metaphoric with the 
wind representing internal conflict, the sun having a 
calming effect and the rain quenching spiritual thirst. 
I am sure no one will get it, so I thought I would explain.

I have had recent eye surgery so my time on the computer is limited.


Details | Narrative | |

Driving into the Light

I awoke in darkness then drove toward the light.
The stars and moon simply vanish from sight.
The sun starts to creep up to usher in today,
I see so much, I don’t know what to say.

Life does return with the passage of the sun.
The stillness of night, cloaking moments to come.
I hear birds singing as I look to the sky.
Their song set me free and I dream I can fly.

I return to places that I have been before,
Remember a time when I was so sure.
Things have changed though they look the same,
Like a different picture hanging in the same frame.

The sun does fade, obscured by the clouds,
My faith and hope lie behind this shroud.
This day feels different yet the sun returns,
I see what I have and desire what I yearn.

I’m not always sure where the day might lead,
I try to gather all the pieces that I need.
As the sun retreats and sinks from the sky,
Another day has just passed me by.


Details | Free verse | |

And, you will be holding my hand




Please, let me imagine that we will come here again 
In the warm springtime rain, or in cold winter chill, 
When the ground glistens clean, and keen in the sun
When we breathe clouds of cotton and the morning is still
We will wear our astonishment, with feigned awed surprise
At the splendor that lays bare, as the frost stings our eyes 
We will wear wooly jackets to keep us snug warm
While snowflake confetti will bounce off my nose
~
And you will be young, and I will be fair
You will take my two hands, and pull me aside
and kiss me and tell me how love never dies
You will promise the sun, and the moon and the stars
You will tell me you love me, that the world will be ours         

~~~

We will look up through the trees,  that whisper and bend 
To see sun assure us that love cannot end
It will shine new with promise, with a soft velvet light
That a day like today, will come once again
For today is a gift, that comes from the Gods
Filled with tomorrow, and a season of love                                           
While whipperwill music will dance through the air                                          
And the songs of the valley, will sway in the breeze
                            
In the hushed fading sunlight of the late afternoon           
Down by the meadows where the wild flowers grow                
We'll again laugh at the thunder, catching us by surprise
And be glad for the raindrops, that splash by our side
For today, has an ending, and now we must go

But let me imagine, that we’ll come here again
We will stand here together.  We will marvel and praise
You will be holding my hand, as you show me the way
And you'll capture my heart, as you've captured my days

And when the times we have treasured must come to an end
We will marvel with pleasure, in our memory's glen
We will come here together........and our spirits will blend

This will be our forever.......you'll be holding my hand

~~~

        


For Frank




Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Conservatory

Dusty mats of coconut, and hats,
And wicker chairs that creak; and chats, and cats
On sills that suck the early sun that spills
Through glass to pass into the frills and twills
That talk and twitter, pass the time till tiffin,
Pass the time of day this way until
The chills of morning pass, and cups and saucers
Clink and find the sink.

				The daily round’s
Begun and yarns are spun in sun and shade
Until the fading light brings night; and glass
That’s black as peat reflects the hats and cats
Upon themselves while vats of black-tar dark
And bats are kept outside.

				And clinks announce
The hour for drinks.


Details | Ballade | |

Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

Has anybody ever sat? 
In a garden filled with flowers
Have you felt the magic there?
Have you felt the power?
Have you sat there with the body still?
And the mind too, just the same?
Have you ever lost yourself?
As the mind stopped playing games

Have you seen those magic colours?
And really seen them too!
Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze?
Have you seen the way she do?
Touch those branches with her glory
Make them dance in the morning sun
As the sparkles nearly blow your mind
And you’re the holy one?

Have you ever heard the dove’s warm Coo
And that deep, deep ravens croak?
Have you seen the mulberry tree?
As she dons her summers coat?
And radiance and reverence
Are all that one can know
Have you ever sat there in the garden?
And watched the morning flow.


Details | Villanelle | |

Where the Wind Blows-- Achetez Villanelle


Billowing winds, whisk me away
Lift me up where wishes kiss dreams,
then lay me where sand hugs sun rays

Cantankerous self lurched each day,
‘til abysmal waters drowned screams
Nothing but black, swimming in clay…

Billowing winds, whisk me away
on my own though, save for bright gleams
hope in phosphorescence, glow spray

Following sparks, shrugging dismay
I swam where they went, my light beams
Against currents, struggling away

Then lay me where sand hugs sun rays,
I know I’m pushing the extremes—
To feel light, this is what I pray
I won’t stop ‘til I reach the bay

Billowing winds, whisk me away
then lay me where sand hugs sun rays





0717-07182011


**haha! Finally got around to writing this Achetez Villanelle,
Chris Aechtner's own take on the villanelle...

I was challenged to write one from scratch since the other one that 
I wrote was actually an old villanelle of mine which I only converted to
fit Chris' form---

So Chris, here it is! Now you know why I was asking you those words,
from waayyyy back last year O_0 this has been in the back burner for 
soo long, about time that I finally cooked it or something :D

btw, just so you know, the words billowing, cantankerous, lurch, sand, 
and phosphorescence came from Chris without him knowing what I was
using them for :p


Details | Rhyme | |

Windows Of Gold

Windows of gold shone bright from the garden
The mist sits hovering on a slight white frost
The fox tracks in the frost visible, without a pardon
A blackbird and his wife sitting on the fence looking cold and lost.

The sun rises the windows reflect the coming cold winters day
The blackbird has spied the fox, so he’s not hopping down
The fox appears, hungry; he is after some new fresh prey
They spy each other the blackbird so black and his wife a dull brown

The fox sits he’s waiting a while, he appears to be in no hurry
The blackbird and his wife watch, with their heads on one side
Chattering away a flap of wings to say, we’re safe we need not worry
The fox just waits he watches blacky and his wife, and the fox her, he espied.

The sun rose high the golden window disappears and turned to dull black
The fox stands, he shakes his head, and he turns to walk away
The brown bird now happy the fox has gone hops down, she doesn’t look back
She hears her husband chattering; too late the fox has his breakfast for the day.

As the sun rises it shines on the windows that began as burning gold
A new day has started with new hope and promises anew
Never turn your back on the lessons learnt and common senses untold
The fox is waiting he needs to eat and his prey could be you.

© 8/12/2012 ~GG~


Details | Ballad | |

Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


Details | Narrative | |

Before The Light

There are too many times when my eyes open and it’s still dark.

It’s useless to think that I’ll go back to sleep, and it’s no good at all to lay in bed and watch the passing parade of worries that comes marching down the Main Street of my mind. When I do that, the entertainment seems to take on its own life. The parade grows longer, more spectacular, with the noise of marching bands, my thoughts, growing louder. Clowns scurry ahead of the band leader, throwing red balls in the air. There are too many balls to count.

The best thing I can do for myself is to rise from my bed. But there are days when it seems too much to bear being home before the rest of the world rises. There’s just too much emptiness in my small house. 

I leave, escaping to DD's, where I sit and sip my coffee over a newspaper. Sometimes there are others sitting waiting for the light to come, too–like the woman who gives an animated “Hello” to everyone she meets, staring too long into our eyes. She takes out her cell phone to call a friend about the rashes on her legs. Something is biting her during the night. Raj and the other DD workers snicker, and I am drawn to–but at the same time repelled by–her morbid troubles.

Sometimes, in the winter, it seems as if the time I spend in the dark before the light comes is endless. I don’t think it’s normal for darkness to last so long; it’s probably one of the punishments for eating the apple in Eden.

I much prefer the early light of June and July, when the morning allows the gentle unfolding of life around me. Somehow, when the sun is in the sky at 6:30 a.m., a passing gasoline truck rattling my windows does not sound so lonely. Nor do I mind the sun revealing the stains from spring rains on my windows … or the birds loudly announcing their presence in the trees. Their manic chirping awakens schoolchildren eagerly counting down the days til summer.

When the darkness is especially long, and I have already sought out the comfort of others who cannot sleep, I will sometimes return home and do what I am so reluctant to do — sit still. I take up my position in a special chair near a window that looks out onto the street. I close my eyes and listen to the heated rhythms that only my body can make. My breath … my ins and outs.

But I wonder; why is it so hard to be still? Especially in the dark before the light.


Details | Narrative | |

The world Outside

The world outside seems quite a mess,
What happens next is anyone’s guess.
So much senseless violence innocent die,
Raindrops fall from heaven as angels cry.

I tell myself I can make it better,
Yet it’s pouring outside, I get wetter.
The clouds pass over as the sun returns,
The fire glows as the bridge still burns.

I wonder can I make it to the other side,
The way around is a pretty long ride.
I opt to give it just one more chance,
It doesn’t appear bad upon second glance.

I convince myself the grass is greener there,
But when I arrive it is like a nightmare.
I need to learn to trust what I see,
As I search for a place I can feel free.

Maybe it’s not bad where I now stand,
I have to decide the time is at hand.
Seconds tick away and turn into hours,
I need to stop and smell the flowers.

I stand on a hill, view the valley below,
I wanted to climb but down I do go.
All of a sudden a breeze starts to blow,
I seem to recall all I used to know.

The day passes by and then it is gone,
I listen to catch a bird singing a song.
I come to realize the ups and downs,
As smiles replace so many frowns.

The world will have its good and its bad.
Moments of tears while others are glad.
Still I am thankful for all that shall be,
As the sun sets it shall be beauty I see.


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 | |

Shadow

Shadow of a butterfly reaching through the light shining 
Through transparent window panes.
The shadow of me hiding in the shade casted
By the wall beneath the sill.

Sunlight of this evening lighting up my bedroom,
Helping me to see my surrounding.
Sunlight of this day, for me, it was brightly burning,
All while bicycling home.

Shadow of a bird symbolizing flying and basking
In the sun, which soothes my pains.
The shadow of me concealing itself and fasted
Inside my head as I sit still.

Rays of a sunset touching the glass, illuminating
The colours and the wall.	
Rays of a sunrise waiting for night to pass, wishing
To shine so I may finally roam.

Shadow of a cage: this window the only thing
Keeping me as solitary as I can be.
The shadow of me welling up deep within,
Descending into sorrow.

Light of the sun embracing countries, forever travelling.
Sunrise awaiting my horizon.
Light of the sun reminding me how
There will be a day of my dream coming true.

Shadow of the blue twilight gently glowing
Throughout this room where I am free.
The shadow of me restlessly reflecting
Upon thoughts of the days beyond tomorrow.

Sunshine everyday warmly reassuring
That it will always shine on through.
Sunshine everyday piercing
The gray clouds of any day.

Shadow of thoughts filling
My mind with a saddening realization.
The shadow of me is suddenly being embraced,
My Sun ensuring in time I will attain all I’ve dreamed.


Details | Narrative | |

Serenity, The Bridge That Brought You to Thee

how could a girl so sweet and elegant, like the most beautiful flower to exist, like the sun 
that sets in the east, be able to bring me to my knees, with tears streaming down my face, i 
look into those eyes, SERENITY, bleeds from the eyes of thee, we built this bridge from the 
northwest down to the south, the biggest smile comes across her mouth, we built this on our 
own, now we stand face to face, a picture perfect showing, by the grace of the gods, and 
with our own bare hands we built this  bridge from the ground up, with the finest forms of 
gold, now the beauty is ours, for the two of us to hold, don't let go girl, just take my hand, i'll 
place the whole world in your palms, you've given me the ability to stand on my own two 
feet again, everything is ours! you wipe the tears that fall down my cheek, that have 
covered the skin on my face, who knew the void in my heart could be so easily replaced, the 
light from heaven lays its hands down on us, the grace of your hands, such an elegant 
touch, this means so much, we built this golden bridge from the ground up. Everything will 
be fine. your eyes lock to mine, there is nothing that could have the power to bring this 
down, we'll stand here till the end of time! don't lose hope. keep the faith. realize that this is 
our place. our place in life. the silence exalts thee, not a word needs to be said, i can see the 
story written so delicately on your precious face, your smile brings me to my knees, dear 
God please, what we've given to save ourselves. what's happened between us, oceans have 
bridged us far apart, nothing could separate the passion in our hearts, the breathing never 
got too hard, i look into the eyes of an angel, we've written the pages of our own gospel. this 
is a story of courage, strength, perseverance, devotion, and and a woman and a man. 
whose backs have been pressed up against the the wall for far too long! now we stand hand 
in hand, as the sun beats down our necks, the breathing has gotten easier, now that we are 
not so far apart.


Details | Free verse | |

The Purity of the Human Soul

" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
  Thou art more lovely and temperate"
                                          - William Shakespeare

His question ponders through my mind
For he claimed how thou art more beautiful than thee
Enchanting summer with its mother; the sun

For thou are indeed my guide
Thou art my sun that never misleads
Thou art the one person I shan't leave
And shan't wish to be gone by the morning's rise

O treasure deep within my soul
Beam so strong to enlighten my days
Art thou hearing the wonderful tune?
Playing so softly with the rise of the light
But then again thou art brighter than the sun

Thou art the glass of pure water
Emerging from the steep, creamy waterfall
Gleaming sparks attached to your white neck 
Purifying the light touching your skin

" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Nay, for thou art more beautiful than a summer's day
For if I do compare
The sun shall melt and the wind shall be amazed
By the beauty thou behold
Embedded deep within your soul

Beauty isn't only from the outside, but from the inside; within a soul,
   For the outside might just be a disguise, to simply foul one into ambuscades


Details | Couplet | |

Things I Happen To Like

I like to watch skeins of geese flying in the autumn sky,
And I like the smell of frying bacon and luscious cherry pie!

I like to see the sun tinting Pikes Peak's crown in the early morn,
And the glorious Colorado sky as the sun ends its daily bourne!

I like to feel the tug of a rainbow trout on my fishing line,
And graceful garlands of snow adorning a ponderosa pine!

I like quiet evenings with my spouse nigh a warm and glowing fire,
Where we reminisce and dream of things for which we would aspire!

I like family reunions with my kids, grandkids, uncles and aunts,
And this may sound curious, but I like sharp creases in my pants!

I like to sit on the patio to muse and watch the squirrels at play,
And I like to go to church for inspiration, fellowship and to pray!

I like to listen to classical music or bury my nose in fascinating book,
And take leisurely evening strolls along a rushing mountain brook!

I like ice cream, tater chips, meatloaf, Brussels sprouts and chicken fried,
And I like the American flag that I shall always salute with pride!

I like it when the Denver Broncos and the Colorado Rockies win!
(But, alas, neither team is doing that well, much to my chagrin!)

I like to hear the rolling thunder and rain gently falling on my roof,
And the rhythmic clip-clop upon the pavement of a horse's hoof!

I like barbeques and fireworks in the park on Independence Day,
And the mulitude of stars winking at me from the Milky Way!

I like the smell of roses and the rejuvenation of April showers,
And I like work - I can sit and watch it for hours and hours!

I like the charm and beauty of a little child's beguiling grin.
I like Laurel and Hardy and Jack Benny with his squawking violin!

I like to socialize with folks with can-do attitudes and high ambitions!
(I like most everything I reckon, 'cept sloven schmucks and politicians!)

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


Details | I do not know? | |

Feelings SMP

FEELINGS SMP © 2007


An unidentified tomb stone so is your mystery

Downpour after the drought so refreshing is your confidence in our love

Nourishment after the famine your trust sustains me

Lay me down in your certainty & bed me with the tenderness of your heart

Shower me with your generosity & pamper me with your care

Dry my hair with your patience & perfume me with your sensitivity

Stay true to your promises you will

Intense as the sun are your desires and motives 

Dreams as free as the flight of birds

Tropical origin you must be from your very soul leaks warmth

Convincing, inviting you open the door to possibilities

Charm you possess far surpass the rest of your species

Intriguing your customs and your way of life

Zest for passion you possess 

Eager to live life, eager to learn you generate enthusiastic excitement 

Free from limitations yet perhaps bounded by the heart you reach out for love

Longing to be understood wanting to be seen & heard you express this through 
haste

Take time my love stop & notice life be stress free as you ought to be

Privileged you are for from bondage you do not long to be released

Make time my love the sun sets oh too quickly

Stop and smell the grass make time for love make time for you make time for me


Written by Shivon Mejias


Details | Quatrain | |

Only Love Can Break Your Heart


Yes, only love can break your heart,
 Take your world and tear it apart.
Best to be sure right from the start,
The sun shines as clouds do part.

I try to remember but then I forget,
So many dreams turn into regret.
I reach for something but I’m not there yet,
So much in life seems to ride on a bet.

The sun awakes and shines in my eyes,
With nowhere to hide I lose my disguise.
Love is not something that money can buy,
I watch to see another day pass by.

As time passes I just drift away,
I seem to get lost in things that you say.
I wish for change, perhaps it may,
I was hoping this time some could stay.
It starts to get hot as thoughts melt together,
I get lost in a dream filled with white heather.
They say there might be a change in the weather,
Still I drift away and float much like a feather.

I can’t forget how it was in the start,
Nothing could ever tear us apart.
Sometimes it was like some kind of fine art.
Only to realize that love can break your heart.


Details | Quatrain | |

One More Try

I haven’t always done the best I can do.
I see where I am and what I’ve been through.
The sun sinks low like it bows to the sky,
Maybe I’ll get it right with one more try?

Darkness surrounds, still I try to see.
Illuminating stars spark all I can be.
When I want to dream, I look to the sky.
Maybe I’ll get it right with one more try?

Memories haunt like ghosts in my head.
I just can’t forget the things that were said.
I watch the moon rise, I dream I can fly.
Maybe I’ll get it right with one more try?

I lay my down in bed in need of some sleep.
I just close my eyes and count some sheep.
My mind wonders as my heart asks why?
Maybe I’ll get it right with one more try?

I awaken and light fills my eyes.
As the sun chases the moon from the sky.
It’s a new day, I hear angels sigh,
Maybe I’ll get it right with one more try?


Details | Free verse | |

It's All In The Mind

It's All In The Mind

The darkest corners of my room are
Trembling from rumblings past, as usual
As if they shook the shelves, dropped
The clutter; it broke the spell
Below the bed is a monstrosity
He doesn't come out, afraid much
Only peeks his head out
During the thunderstorms
He's bewildered about

Lightning strikes the roof above, and I wonder-
was there ever a day with snow; sun and dark collide eternal
Screwing up the clock internal
Making night a hell infernal
Pushing through the sun immobile
Parting dawn in halves eternal

So let us have our snow
Let us imprint angels on the white
Or play with snowballs in the light
Keep us on the ice
Far removed from
The darkest corners of my room


Details | Free verse | |

Women

Sometimes, it can be the simplest things that I find so sexy. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I just have a one track mind. The sun shining through a sun dress, outlining the form of the legs and waist that it covers, absolutely makes my heart skip a beat. A lady using both arms to roll her hair up into a bun in back, makes the butterflies flutter in my soul. And, in turn, releasing a bun and shaking the hair out again, makes my knees grow weak. Watching her gracefully lean against a wall, lift up one leg, and confidently adjust her high heel, puts a smile on my face. Watching red lips sip her drink through a straw. I simply find women to be beautiful by nature. And, I cannot stop myself from admiring their beauty. Please, do not mind me. I am perfectly harmless. But, yes, I am watching you and I am enjoying your presence.


Details | Sonnet | |

Day and Night

A fiery ball shines on the lake
as the sun takes her rise.
Over the mountain, daylight breaks.
A beauteous sight for our eyes.

Silently, the twilight creeps
over the mountain, across the lake.
Beckoning day to go to sleep 
'til sun proclaims it time to wake.

Day by day, week by week.
Seasons in and seasons out.
Of each other, there's just a peak.
As sun and moon journey about.

And so it goes , on and on.
Day chases night, night chases dawn.





~~~ Francine Roberts ~~~
           04/04/2012


Details | Didactic | |

UNTIL THE SUN RISE WEST

UNTIL THE SUN RISE’WEST

The world is a mystery to all flesh
Something’s cannot change even death
For a man to crave what is not earthly to live
He should wait for the sun to rise’ west

There are something’s that man grieve
For man can never have total peace
If strive and want to must see
Make the sun rise’ west

Travel around the globe
Man don’t want to see it dark with glove
In heaven there is no night or day above
All for-the sun rise’ west


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Sun Faded Wooden Chair

~The Sun Faded Wooden Chair~ The light on the road shimmers, the heat making pools We think we know what’s going on, we are nobody’s fools The tree lined road, thick with dust and with heat Nobody about here just a sun faded wooden seat. I ponder on this seat, sitting by the dusty roadside A thermos box and flask, with I presume-a drink inside. I slow down the car as my eyes search through the trees Perhaps someone is in the shade, trying to catch a cooling breeze. A dragon fly flits around, so water must be near A cricket rubs his legs and makes a noise so sharp and clear The electric blue on the tail of the big flitting dragon fly The green backed cricket that jumps with a click, oh so high. There is no one around nor any cars, there is no-one there As the car slows I try to look, but I also try not to stare. Should I stop and find out-what is going on out there. With the thermos box, a flask, and a sun faded wooden chair. A movement in the bushes, a man walks into sight It’s then I realise this is a meeting place for a lady of the night. She sits all day painting, her long pointed nails, drinking from her flask Waiting for the men to pass by, daringly; How much? They want to ask. A beauty she is, sitting there-all dressed up to the nines But willing to sell her body it seems-for euros, cents and dimes. Her nails now dry, she eyes up the latest man that took the dare She gives a price leads him by the hand leaving an empty sun faded wooden chair. In years to come I wonder will still she be there? With a new or the old more sun faded wooden chair Now sticking her nails on, her customers few or none Her beauteous youth spent in sin, her wrinkle here, here complexion gone. I often wonder now, as I pass the empty chair Whether she is with a customer, or she is no longer there. I wonder if she was forced-or actually takes delight Sitting in her fading chair yet known as - A lady of the day or night.
GG


Details | Prose Poetry | |

One More Thanksgiving

The Snow Camelia hedge row is in full bloom. Lovely white as newly fallen snow against waxy dark emerald green.  The sun broke the horizon in a pastel pink but very swiftly turned to a clear horizon.  The area where the sun ball rises is a golden glow. Thank you God for a chance to live another day and another Thanksgiving.  Now surrounded by sounds_crows, roosters, and a bird sound that is just chir-rup really mimics a cricket but not.  The cold is penetrating saying go inside escape the cold go to a warm place. Once again God thanks for a warm place to go and its comfort.  The ambrosia needs to be made, getting breakfast, and four people need to get ready. The sun is touching the top of the trees and duty calls come..


Details | Acrostic | |

The clouds get in my way

Today the sun rises like any other day,
Help shall arrive within the words you say.
Everything vanishes and changes to gray.

Clear skies change as shadows appear.
Living in shadows can fill you with fear.
Only one hand on the wheel to steer,
Until you feel like the end is quite near.
Doubt arises, as through the clouds I peer,
Shadows encompass all that I once held dear.

Going full circle I’m back at the start.
Everything’s changes as the clouds part,
Tired today, from having this broken heart.

Into the future everything goes,
Nothing to lose and nobody knows.

My conscious is starting to hurt a little,
Yesterday’s gone and I’m stuck in the middle.

When the clouds part I see the sun again.
Always in my thoughts, you seem like a friend.
You have become that bird that can fly in the end.


Details | Free verse | |

Why Am awake every Night

As my soul stirs to retire to its abode
I sight the sun dawdling into the dark
Paving the way for the moon to emerge
The night’s darkness beckons
The sun faded like a shriveled flower
The moon gleaming like the lively roses
The stars flickering to the fullest
My eyes try to obey the sleep calling
But another sleepless night!

As I try to conquer force
To submerge the insomnia
The more visible the sight of the darkness becomes
And my yearnings for slumber become vanity.

Here I lay awake; eyes wide open
Daring one of the darkest nights
My mind flooded with thoughts 
Emotions buzzing round my spines.

 I stared through the brightly colored star
From my ‘ajared’ window
All I see are figures
The message keeps buzzing in my brain
No matter how I tried to elude it.

The smell of your skin
The curve of your figure
Your breath that I absorb
Through the rear of your curly hair

The physique of two naked bodies
Skin to skin
Thigh to thigh
Bone to bone
The gentle pressure from the soft touch
Of your soft nipples 

The thought of the words you whispered
The tone of your voice
When the softness of my inner hands
Dawdling from corner to corner
Of your convex and tube-like cascading breast

The amorous pleasure from your arms
Massaging the supple and tubular darkness
Of my aroused lower body

Keep buzzing in my brain
As I tried to keep on awake
To adore the splendor of the night
For long hours spent on nothing
But what we shared.

01.10.12


Details | Rhyme | |

Will The Sun Ever Show

Inside my mind is like the pitch black darkness of night
I can never really see clearly what's wrong from right
The happier times of long ago are now far from sight
Will the sun ever show? Will I see the light?

Lies become truth and pretending becomes real
As years away from you time does steal
Another cold hearted hand life does deal
Will the sun ever show? Will the warmth I feel?

With nothing but worry in your path to lay
And no words of encouragement do others say
More confused you become day after day
Will the sun ever show? Will it guide my way?

Will the sun ever show? Will it be today

© Donna Jones


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 | Classicism | |

Dream, Dream, Dream

Let the sun dance on your bodies
Dream, People, Dream
Let the sun dance on your bodies
A new song comes down the pike 
We'll be ready for it!
Ready for it!
Dream, people, dream 
Love is coming to you 
Listen to our music 
Listen to our music
Let dawn dance
Let dawn dance
We'll find peace
Dream, people, dream


Details | Ballade | |

Why would I swap

Why would I swap?

What have they, these men of wealth?
What could they give to me
I have the skies the clouds the rain
I have eternity 
For I would live within this now
Expecting naught at all
Because this world, all by itself
Is so, so beautiful.

I see them with their dull, glum faces
No hint of any smile
And yet I’m supposed to envy them!
With all their wealthy style
No belly laughter comes from them
Cause this be all dried up
As for the joys of life itself
They hardly fill the cup.

While birds are singing in the trees
And the stars shine bright at night
While the flowers smell so wonderful
And the birds give sweet delight!
Oh, I could go on all day long
Why would I want at all?
When my world is oh, so beautiful
And theirs seems oh, so cruel.

2 August 2013 @ 0740hrs.




Details | Free verse | |

Life After Midnight

Life After Midnight

Night after night I sit alone
I wait for the sun to rise to give me freedom
No one to talk to
The world sleeps at 4:20 AM
I watch reruns of Dr. Who
I play games on the computer
I write to a woman in Australia who has become my friend
Knowing she is there soothes my mind and allows me to think
The only life I see is a small rat devouring the cheese I left for him
He has become a pet despite the fact that I will never stroke his fur
I call him Doctor after the character on the TV screen
It is a silent world without ever a word being spoken
Occasionally an idea passes through my dying mind
I stop to write it down keystroke by keystroke
Will I remember it when the sun rises over distant mountains?
The seconds, minutes and hours drag by as if being held back
I know the world keep turning at its regular speed
One thousand miles an hour throughout the night
It’s 4:28 AM and I know the sun will be rising in two hours
I count down the time second by second
Then, once the sunlight fills my bedroom, I will be able to sleep
I will be able to dream until the sun sets in the west
Then I will write, watch TV and feed my pet rat
That is my life
Life without sun.
The life of my dreams


Details | Rhyme | |

Remembering the Names

It’s been so long, turned around it’s all gone.
I can’t stand still, sliding off this hill.
Everything comes back but never quite the same.
I know all the faces yet can’t remember the names.

The seas seem calm, so I start to sail.
The sun shines down but looks so pale.
Things return but I wasn’t here,
 I lose myself whenever they grow near.

It’s been so long, it starts to look like rain.
The clouds come in and settle in my brain.
Everything fades, as it turns to black.
It’s been so long, there's no turning back.

The colors fade holding hope at bay,
I listen carefully, to every word you say.
Maybe the sun can return again today.
I just don’t know, my life seems a little frayed.

It’s been so long I need to find my way back.
Never wanting what I have, desiring what I lack.
The grass appears much greener on the other side,
The walls come crashing down,  I need a place to hide.

It’s been so long, since I could see the past.
I try to reach it, it’s beyond my grasp.
I see a smile and then it all comes back,
Names appear in the light shining through the crack.


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


Details | Quatrain | |

Then Came the Storm


The last time I saw you I think you knew,
The lines on my face track all I’ve been through.
Your smile seems eternal, it touches my heart,
Holding me together when the world falls apart.

I remember a kinder and gentler time,
Time marches on as the clock unwinds.
I return to a time in the not distant past,
I draw my next breath, hoping it won’t be my last.

I try to have faith and simply believe,
No more tricks are left up my sleeve.
It feels much like a disappearing act,
You have come this far there’s no turning back.

The sun comes up I must be on my way,
Hoping tomorrow shall be better than today.
Clouds moves in and it appears it may rain,
Forgetting all sorrow, erasing all pain.
Suddenly I hear the thunder crack,
I grab some new cards off of the stack.
I put down the ones I can’t use anymore,
I brace myself for the storm in store.

The clouds get dark it looks like night,
Except for the lightning sparking quite bright.
The wind starts to howl sweeping me away,
I come apart as the seams start to fray.

The sunshine burns through the cover of clouds,
A rainbow appears with the hope it allows.
I drift to the calmness after the storm,
The sun shine through, the air it warms.

The last time I saw you the answer was clear,
Someone should grab the wheel to steer.
I don’t know how I got here but this is true,
Life’s not the same since I lost you.


Details | Ballad | |

Sally's Song (Homeless in Victoria)

Tin Pan Sally she was known
Picked in dumpsters - lived alone
Sally slept at "Harbour Court"
Left on Douglas, right on Forte

Cup of soup and chunk of bread
Ate in silence, by her bed
Stole a cart from hobo Pete
While he slumbered in his sleep

Pushed her cart at dawn to beat
Other folk who worked her street
Blossoms pink like fairies float
On the rag she called a coat

Rising sun from Dallas Road
Bathes the sea in burnished gold
Daffodils in yellow sigh
And nod at Sally passing by

Squeaky cart with wobbly wheel
Broken shoe with missing heel
Sally finds a park bench seat
Settles down to rest her feet

Watches joggers running by
Zig zag kites that kiss the sky
Sally drinks in sun and sea
Smiles at pigeons by her knee

Folds her arms and bows her chin
Dreams of those who once were kin
Gentle arms to hold her near
Children's voices call her dear

Sally's song has reached an end
Wakens, stretches, rounds the bend
Where to sleep  this evening late
Could be mission, park or grate

God who watches all day long
Will play a part in Sally's song
Find her shelter from the rain
Help her bear her endless pain


Details | Free verse | |

Much Like the Sun.

 You look up to the sky.
 It is a normal summer day like any other.
 Sparse clouds line the sky and the sun beats down on you.
 Except this is no ordinary summer day.
 This is the day you ship out.
 You have said your good byes and cried with your lovers.
 The weight of your country rests upon your shoulders.
 It beats down on you much like the sun. 
 It burns you if you are not properly prepared,
 much like the sun.
 Much like the sun you are depended on by all that you known.
 Depended on by your country.
 Much like the sun,
 you fade away into the night appearing in a different country


Details | Rhyme | |

How To Gain From Our Pain

The sun rises and the sun sets 
a new day comes, yesterday forgets 
a loving kiss and warm embrace 
two souls joined, face to face 

Time passes, feelings change 
no longer exits, this warm exchange 
further on, and still growing more apart 
forgetting all that love, they had from the start 

Now although they consider to divorce 
thoughts of their children cause them remorse 
so they make decisions attempting to find a way 
to limit any pain, that their children will be okay 

Despite their good intentions, they think they know 
but only their children feel the pain that will flow 
that day finally arrives, the one you were told 
it could never happen, it would never unfold 

The stark and painful reality, some adults never see 
they give up too easily, and for what, just to let egos be 
if they only had the wisdom to open their hearts and be free 
to learn this meaning called compromise, and make their love agree 

Yes, my friend, you're thinking how you relate to the words of this poem 
deep down your know you too are a survivor, and that time has shown 
you grew up with that pain, asking yourself what purpose was it all for 
the answer is clear, do not let it happen to your own as it did to you before 
  


Details | Quatrain | |

I see change

I see change like a ripple on a pond.
Not just the surface it lies beyond.
I think of struggle the battle within.
With these ripples change can begin.

I see change in the sun in the sky.
Every day is different I wonder why.
With every day it heads towards the west.
It sets on the horizon where it comes to rest.

I see change in everything that I see.
Determining what is and whatt shall be.
Some days I find it hard to see the light.
I soon see the stars that shine so bright.

I see change can come to anyone.
When I can’t see I want to find some.
Change finds its way to me and you.
Inside what we say and what we do.

I see change and then I see me.
It decides what tomorrow will be.
The sun always rises and it sets.
Change is part of what is not yet.

I see change when I view the news.
It becomes something that you choose.
Change shall come and be part of today.
Inside of what we see a different way.


Details | Free verse | |

What's in a Name

                                                What's in a Name? 
                                                    by Preston Hill

 
The Sun gives birth to dawn. We meet for the first time. We introduce. What’s your name?

We chat respectfully- all the while the sun continues to rise. 

To think that once long ago in the cradle of humankind an idea sparked knowledge. 

Testing, poking, prodding the mind, pushing thought into expression.

What was then an idea to be spoken was finally written down. 

Pictograms on cave walls, diagrams of the hunt, the battle.

Pictograms on clay pots depicting commerce from a life long ago.

Pictograms on parchments that develop shapes, gestating onward to the formation of letters, words, ideas.

Of contracts, agreements, mortgages, governments, constitutions, proclamations.

Pictograms on chalkboards, blackboards, whiteboards on which an idea will be conveyed.

And children learn, apprentices advance, executives and politicians chart budgets and trends.

Pictograms on buildings, bridge abutments, railway cars declaring “This place is ours”.

And as ideas spread so did humankind. Wars and peacetime. Love and hate. Dignity and honor.

All emotion within passed from one generation to the next as the sun climbs higher in the sky.

And on one small piece of ground a family, a clan, a tribe, a village began to grow giving titles to their neighbors in relation to their geography. 

Mr. Rock, Mr. Hill, Mr. Rivers greeted with a jaunty wave of the hand. 

Then John had a son. Then Samuel had a son. Then Lars had a son. 

Yearning for identity, Mr. Cooper, Mr. Smith and Mr. Baker began to teach their trades and build a future, contributing to the economy and serving others.

Soon, the village grew into a town, the town into a city. Nations and states formed and families, clans, tribes and cultures pooled together with separate and distinct idiosyncrasies.

In every language and aspect ideas spread, carrying seeds from the beginning.

Leaving their expectations, hopes, fears and dreams imprinted on the pages of history.

And as the sun reaches its apex, I look at my watch. You ask me, “What’s in a name?”.

I reply, “The world”, then smile politely and change the subject.


Details | Free verse | |

Yoda Speaks

Make laughter out of bafflement
And meet the wind as dawn arises
Watch for signs when day declines
It tells a truth that will not lie

The sun will rise, the sun will set
It comes and goes with no regret
Some things will change our restless world
But be assured upon the dawn
Upon the dusk we can depend

Assurance comes with every sun
It comes again, and then is gone
What we have captured in our hand
We must release, and let it go

And when the swallow comes in spring 
Homeward bound, precisely honed
You'll know again all things will come
Some will stay, and some must go

A perfect plan is on the wing
And when the geese appear in fall
To feel how certain is the call
Assurance comes with timeless voice
Southward bound without a doubt

Make laughter out of bafflement
Meet the wind, face the sky
Lift the doubt and lift the eye 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Setting Sun

THE SETTING SUN 

I LOOK OUT OVER THE HORIZON AT WHAT HAS PAST
THE SHADOWS CAST UPON MY LIFE 
AND THE LIGHT OF THE SUN THAT I NO LONGER SEE
I ONCE FELT ITS WARMTH, ONCE FELT NO SHROUD
COULD BLOCK ITS RAYS
NOW AS I ENTER A NEW STAGE IN MY LIFE, THE DUSK
AND NOT THE DAWN WILL GUIDE ME
WEARY OF THE WORLD, OF THE HECTIC PACE OF LIFE
I’M FORCED TO KEEP
THE ENERGY OF YOUTH HAS FADED AND THE UPHILL CLIMB
IS FAR TOO STEEP
A VICTIM OF THE CHAOS, EVERY DAY HAS PLACED 
UPON ME
A VICTIM OF THE BELIEF THAT THERE IS NO TOMORROW 
WAITING BEYOND TODAY
I AWAKE EACH DAY NOT WANTING THE NIGHT TO END
I LAY DOWN TO SLEEP EACH DAY NOT WANTING THE NIGHT TO BEGIN
NOT NEAR ENOUGH TO THE START YET TO FAR FROM THE FINISH
SOMEWHERE, HERE IN THE MIDDLE OF MY LIFE
PURPOSE IS THE FORGOTTEN CAUSE                              
I LACK THE SLEEP TO REST IN PEACE, LACK THE PEACE
TO SLEEP AT REST
UNABLE TO BEGIN AGAIN AND SOMEHOW UNABLE TO CHANGE
CAUGHT IN THIS STATE, VOID OF ALL UNDERSTANDING
UNABLE TO SEE BEYOND THE DARKNESS 
THAT SEEMS TO HAVE FALLEN AGAIN
WITH THE SETTING OF THE SUN…


Details | Personification | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Divine Effervescence

I have been tempted, acting upon lust…
I have walked with patience while dancing in trust…
Inspiration from the goddess propels my divine thrust…
Surrendered;
I have discovered a light that can cleanse like warm rain...   
It’s clear to me now; this life of love is the main...  
She speaks in my ear;
“ I shall fill you with joy, so you shall stay with this plane...
Within this sweet gift, much knowledge will be gained”...
Unlock this power; my mission to attain…
I am ascending; this human immortal unveiled…
Forthcoming Fearless centered courageous complete…
Walking through infinity as human divinity…
The diligent love beauty energy athlete…
I arrive within your inner sanctum; naked, vulnerable, still, at ease…
Your breathe wind brings me enchantment; pleasure your collective natural essence…
This being swooned with understanding our elemental connection…
Your authenticity lying beyond propensity…
Creating perfection just as the sun creates sun rays….


Details | Free verse | |

Goosebumps

I stayed there, for too long
in the cruel arms of a sunset
that had forgotten I was there.
Its wink slowly cast an itchy
blanket over the hope I had found
in blue skies; My skin reached upward,
blistered by the groan of mortality’s tick.
There is little time to waste.
The turn, once again left me in the dark,
grappling with solitude among the masses. 
And so I waited for starlight’s touch to 
calm the sandstorm in my bones.
Waited for the battle between light
and dark, so I could paint my eyes
with the blood of a new vision
for tomorrow and be ready to perceive 
everything that I had once, let slip away.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Rhyme | |

My inner face

 
Alone I sat on the wet sands, Of the Sernabatim beach lands. The sun reflected blue sky, On the greenish grey waters it looked so dry. My inner face I saw on the bed in the sweltering sunny afternoon, With the heat and shock I began to swoon. Alone, I moved myself towards my inner face lying on the warm sandy bed, the into the waters warm, The breaking waves look to me like many a headless limp form. Warm waters I sense splash unto my waist, Cool salty breeze sting my moist lips and chest, sweat erased. The frothy waters seem so white, Feral imagination within me is beginning to run regressive and makes me feel all right. Alone I am rooted on the sandy shore, Now,I have within me, coming to the fore, Feelings… deep feelings inside ignite, Need to hold on to them tight, The feelings incite, A poem in my mind’s eye I feel and now see, that I would have to write, Without any spite. Alone, I am in the waters warm, The breaking waters pass over my inner face and lash against me and quickly change form, To myself feelings that turn to spirity words I begin to recite, As I cast my eyes on my inner face lying on the warm bed and from within springs delight, And in its own right, The poem begins to rewrite. Alone, I am in the waters warm, My feelings have begun to rewrite, In my mind without any spite, I am now filling myself with delight, As expression is flowing freely in its own right, And will transcend on to paper in black and white. Alone, I now sit, drenched, To the sands entrenched. Melts the noon, And evening falls attune, The sun reflected blue sky, Has now swooned away as to my inner face I turn a blind eye. Alone, I now sit, drenched, Content in me and with no feelings wrenched. Gratified….soothened…satisfied…pleased, Relaxed…happy….at ease and contented……eased. What seemed to all a ghastly inner face, Now to me is full of grace.


Details | Free verse | |

DAUGHTERS

DAUGHTERS


Opposites presented …
One in talons of  Eagle
One on wings of  Dove
Equally beautiful, equally loved

A torrent from a fierce black cloud
The yang of the yin
Frothing fierce powerful waves in a storm
Beating chests of seaweed rocks
Claiming it in its bosom
Then furling it afar
Into unknown oceans where 
Neptune roars his roar on end
Boasting strength, logic illogic

Then light as a feather
Giggling waves on shimmering beaches
Rosy sausages examining crabs and bubbles
Laughing at blue-bottles and busy antics of ants
In crevices of creaky floorboards
While the autumn sun sets
Diamond dew-drops on clover leaves
Exclaiming at rushing workers and hairy worms
So the morning says Hello

A juicy apricot indigo tinged
Kissing at library entrances
Crumbly beneath its hard exterior
Where beetles have dug a hundred paths
Staring defiantly at an orange star
Scorning its scorching, gracefully factual
Proclaiming the largeness of Life so she thinks


Earth child reaching for unreachable Mercury 
Spirit child, water bound, earth located
From an awakening Eye
One imaged from the bowels of struggle 
When behind jail bars I sat counting toes
One imaged from the speckled gown of J-briel
As Saturn said goodbye


Sirius screamed from hell and wreaking pain
Wrought from rages and conscious sages unknown
Born in blood without its blue
Rolling eyes from a womb of turmoil and terror
Dripping the darkness of strife with hidden crystals
Contemplating hypocrisy, deceipt, treachery
Torn apart by churning guts 
While the medics oogled around
Then searching, searching, searching


Moon and Sun crossed one another
Not knowing which way but loose
Streams of rivers flowing downwards, then upwards
Sideways then byways in villages and towns of paintings
A gecko appeared on the pillowcase
Gangster peeped through a window
Then books came pouring down, pouring down 
And numbers flew away
Lashes long, black as a crow


There can be no coin to ponder
No coin to teach from if not faces two
No tornado ripping apart if no breeze 
Playing on a horse farm
No death if no life
The night clings to day
As daybreak clings to escaping night
Embracing and negating
Embalmed while flying together on a
Silver thread 
In the Sky.


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 | Couplet | |

Climbing the Slope

A look to the west,The sun I see
Another day is passing me
Forgot to live up, to yesterday's hopes
You'll die in a hole if you live on a slope
Effort toward balance, Attempt to ascend
Slide ever deeper, claw till the end
For each night renews, those dreams thought lost
Outlooks oft change with the melting frost
A look to the East, The sun I see
Yesterdays hopes all waiting to be




Details | Light Poetry | |

Rodeo

Rodeo complete no 111

The stage is set in the arena 
 People gathered all around
Big show the today
The rodeo is in town

Every one with hopes 
They all are coming in 
Its time to start 
Let the rides begin

 Practicing every day
 Sun down to sun rise
 I really need to  
Win first prize

  Mamma is getting sick
The doctor don’t know why
Said take her to Montgomery
Or she will sorely die

 Tell her it will be ok
I am going to win today
Then get all the medicine 
To take her pain away


Did my self proud 
Reach the last round
Bronco and stallions 
I rode as they come along

Comes down to me 
And the rancher’s son
He never rides fair 
I feel something’s wrong

He rode a bronco
And he score and eight 
Then he looks at me
Before I came out the gate

The horse lose the hind legs
 Fell bleeding on the ground
As I ride out the chute
Dead from a bullet wound


And he won the prize
And I was disqualified
Bury her under the Sycamore 
The day my mamma died

Will never ride a rodeo again
As I give my horse some grass
Feel the good guys 
Will always come last

Will sell this place
 Go to New York City
Meet a green eyes girl
And start a family


Details | Quatrain | |

The return of the sun

The sun returns as I knew it would
The rays warm my soul, I’m feeling good
I’d try to do more if only I could
Sometimes I’m not certain if I should?

Many of my intentions are just misunderstood
Given the chance to change it I think that I would
But there never seems to be enough time in the day
I thought my intent was in the words that I say.

Perhaps there problem is words mean many things
I feel like puppet with someone pulling the strings
The passion inside my heart always sings
Sometimes this is when the warning bell rings.

I can’t help myself I say what I must
Also I have this strong will to trust
I always think people will see this is me
However this isn’t the way that it always will be.

I feel this need to follow my heart
Sometimes it just pulls things apart
I try to consider a different point of view
I get confused and don’t know what to do.

I just take a walk and try to calm down
I seem to do better when no one is around
I hear this voice say it shall be alright
The sun is setting and in comes the night.

I used to be afraid of what I saw in the night 
It was like everything wrong and nothing was right
I am still not that certain where I shall fit
Still peace does come in this place that I sit.


Details | Senryu | |

THE SUN




                                          no plug no current
                                     round nuclear bulb's power
                                        God's current with in


Details | Free verse | |

MIRROR , MIRROR TALE

MIRROR , MIRROR TALE

 Zealot tundra wonder  --Decked in blues of summer sky
   You never flee the cold
          But rally boldly on---
Taunt the Valiant Golden Hawk
    Whose daunting wings yearn for the sun 
        In 
    Blackest days of December

    Winter Tundra Bird
       persists
 daring frost kissed beauty
    Roving with the Ravens
         Magnificent indigo flourish
             Against Alaska White

  Jay Bird on a bender....
       Strutting the fjord.
           Blue brilliance
 Pearl kissed Head
      Cocked in splendor
        Starlit eyes   
 Flashing miracles of Mysteries

 Forward
    flitting
      to a beat hop beat
                      Cadence
 Unheard by human ears

Daring his spark of life to linger
        cold ignored
 Beat hop beat Beat
     At a time

  Swiftly shifts in
    Cruel winds grace
   a
     jay-hop
   at a time .

    Eager nimble Eager
    Searching
 For seeds of spring
  Beat hop beat
       Each
 Snow step hop Step
                      Woos closer
 His Lover’s dance of spring
      Promise of delight
        Brightens brilliant
               Snow
               Eyes

  Fresh flakes Flutter
   Fresh-snow blink Flutter
                    Blink once
     Blink-twice again
 Silhouette against winter white
  Flawless.
         Bold .

    Without a doubt--
           Blue flame of sky
                You
               dare the crouching fox
                  with every
                 blue- brash
                      hop

                   Arctic
                Cowboy
                  Sass

      Dawn breaks enchanting
          Sun-dogs circle
     Through Bare Black Trees
         Sun shrieks
             her
          Icy Claws
     to touch your Jay
       Bird head
   Beauty finds a voice
 Songs of splendor spin round the world
  on wings of venturing ravens and roving sparrows
        magnified multiplied 
       Shimmer Sun Shimmer  Sapphire Blue Shine

       Spin  Around the World

                    in Persia
   Roving Arctic swallows trill Jay praise  
  Raven Tributes rave of Arctic’s lovely creature
   proclaim him  the Prince of Beauty  Undenied

                        Jealous
    Sovereign Beauty now dethroned
             The foolish
 Prince of Peacocks
      Quakes with Rage 
       despite his 
     Heights of Glory

    Perched on a golden fence
    The Spiteful Splendid Creature
           Tumbles
       Screeching
             to his death
of
             Dirt



Details | Couplet | |

The Minds Elusive Light

To die, to hope, to love, to give
To fight, to hurt, to want, to live

Life as a star, scorching heat, burning bright
Under the sun, scorching heat, reflecting light

Angels and demons all burn by flame
Illuminated, they are the same

Under the sun, within the mind
We are one, light leaves us blind

Compare and contrast, how long will we last?
Slow to fast, quickly, before we're passed

By our morals, convictions, the sun above
By our zeal, ambition, the moonlight love

Swallowed instead by our stubborn lethargy
Consumed, mislead, by our comatose apathy

Do not rely on the sun to always give
Do not lean on light, life eternally to live

Time is long, life is short, passion even less
Reason can be sound, memory can be stout, the mind can regress

Choices can be wrong, life is short, plans turn to mess
Answers can be found, decision and doubt, chance prone to guess

Spend wisely your brief life, utilize passion to find purpose
Remain fluid and elusive, overcome weakness, pursue your bliss


Details | Free verse | |

HAPPINESS – A GAME OF HIDE & SEEK

I went to seek happiness but it decided to play,
Hide & seek with me, one moment, it seemed,
To appear & the very next instant, it disappeared
 into the abyss,
Thus, it played the game of vanishing act,

It acted like a fickle minded person,
And often changed its course & decision,
But happiness, being intangible,
Kept on fleeting away, but to return frequently,
For I would have liked to trap it almost eternally,

Like the prodigy of ebb & flow,
Sometimes happiness transiently flowed,
To inundate my life with its esteemed presence,
Also at times receded without any admonition,

Like the movement of the sun & the shade,
It gave the effulgence in form of the contentment,
But to fade away soon into the dark,
How ephemeral was its radiance!

Here I desperately urge to you,
O Happiness! Establish yourself
	into my life perpetually,
And put an end to this strife of:
The relentless pursuit of hide & seek,
The varying betide of the ebb & the flow,
The persistent contrast of the sun & the
	shade,
So that my soul will be blessed,
Whereby my spirit will be invigorated,
By the magnificence of your supreme power.
					


Details | I do not know? | |

Walk With Me To The Shoreline

The calm before the storm
Bids us to ignore the brewing tempest
Still the nimbus are towering beyond the horizon
As inexorably the squall line approaches our respite
Walk with me to the shoreline
For I fear not the fury
Stand with me to confront the shifting currents
And prevail the harsh elements before us
As the laden columns rise to blot the sky
And seize the light from out tomorrow
I shall rise up in contest
To ensure the continuance of our day
With a fury for the typhoon
Its winds will not deter me our days
The surf will pound around us
And violent gusts will tear at our fabric
But I refuse to be swept up in these tides
Just as these winds will dwindle to zephyrs before me
The lightning will crash and the thunder echo
But they shall gather not my attention
For I focus on the quieter seas to follow
In the days of lesser tumult
When the gentle breeze but wisps your hair
And the setting sun casts us in pleasant repose
I have seen these days before
And desire the grace of their twilight to come
They surpass any fury which can be leveled
And make as nothing the monsoon
So for now I await the storm with you here
When it arrives I shall raise my shield
To protect you from its vengeance
Will we may become dampened
We shall not drown
While we may be shaken by thunder
We shall not be disheartened
And as the seas rise around us
Our determination will summon its eye
In the morning the sun will rise again
Casting its view over the remnants
In these we will find that which we ever needed
The distractions will be blown from us
And we will sail the seas of our life
Collecting the cherished
And leaving the deadweight behind
Here in this calm before the coming storm
Walk with me to the shoreline
Trust me to shelter you
I’ll keep you ever sound
And in allowing me this protection
You shall shelter me


Details | Free verse | |

On evening

On Evening
================
The sun has been trying to move 
the loose boughs falling over its face, 
in vain.   
Out of its front door a road goes 
to meet the impatient lady 
waiting at the other bend.  
Here truths simply interchange.
The myths remain no more myth, 
their blending into realities
becomes golden with the sun.
Slowly sun pours itself a stiff liquid…             
                 © 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Details | Free verse | |

Three Stages of the Sun

It was a time in my life
                          I choose to call ----
                            ---The Eclipse ---
For the Sun would not shine
               Upon me
All the love
         Everything good
             In my life
  Had been taken from me
My Heart felt
          Hollow & Dark
             As a chill
        Over took my Soul
And I found myself alone
               In a world full of strangers
                As Ice encased my heart
             And flowed through my veins
I longed for the beauty
                   And the warmth
                       Of the Sun
             But walked in the Shadows
Then came the time of my life
                I choose to call ----
                --- The Melting ---
And I stepped out of the Shadows
                     I embraced the light
                            Of the Sun
I could feel it
     Melt the Ice around my Heart
              And in my veins
As the fingers of its warmth
                Caressed
             My empty soul
And just as the Sun 
       Rejuvenates 
   Life in the spring
             My heart was reborn
            Which brings us to now
The time in my life ---
               That I choose to call 
                 --- The Rising ---
For each day
          With the Rising of the Sun
                I let the warmth
                  And the light
Replenish my soul---
       With love


 Written for Christie's
"The Soul of Sunshine"
         Contest


Details | Imagism | |

Changing Weather

The sun pours down its golden rays,
The dark clouds sneeze out rain,
The rainbow streaks its arc so high,
The winds all whine again.
When old man winter shakes his head,
His dandruff falls as snow;
The ice is nature’s pane of glass,
The frost its whiffing blow.
The white clouds hang like cotton puffs,
And as the sun sinks low,
They catch on fire with its last rays
And set the sky aglow.
The mist arises from the lakes,
The dew sweats on the yard;
The fog that nestles in the air
Makes driving very hard.
The sun, the wind, the clouds, the rain--
Yes, all these things together
Each in their role make up the thing
That we call changing weather.


One of my few "secular" poems...


Details | Free verse | |

Unemployed Mornings

The early sun burns through my window
Pointing its accusing rays on me
“Late! It is late! ” It seemed to say
Urging me awake from a slumber
That bears down a heavy load upon my shoulders
Such that I cannot rise from where I lay.

“Late! It is late! ” The sun seemed to say, 
The heat annoying as it graze my skin.
Urging me awake, urging
Like a lady who’s kept waiting on date
A couple of hours too late.
What would I give for a couple more hours of sleep
While the rest of the world is frenzied; 
The sound of hurried hooves outside scurry
To earn the right for a meal.

Me? The rest of my afternoon looms
Empty as vacuum.


Details | Rhyme | |

Larger than I

Larger Than I


Sunday morning arrives once again
I seek the meaning in what you intend
The sun rises and marks a brand new start
The players are different yet it’s still the same part.

I go outside to view all I can see
I can’t seem to find all I can be
I climb up a hill to view what’s on the other side
There are too many rules that I must abide.

I look to the sky to find a way out
I stand in a shadow cast by my doubt
It doesn’t much matter as I shake the tree
A few leaves fall yet I see what will be.

I stand on the hill the fools there still
Perhaps it may change yet I doubt that it will
He speaks out loudly but no one hears a word
His happiness was one thing he thought he could afford.

The sun beats down as the day begins to linger
I try to hold on yet it slips through my fingers
I try to grab on to save the pieces here
But they join together with all of my fears.

Another day has passed and I wonder why
I really just got up and decided to try
I spread my wings expecting to fly
Then I see this world that is larger than I.


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 | Rhyme | |

A different track

on a crowded train
on my way home
the monotonous drone
suddenly tuned in
a different tone
 
its beautiful
its peaceful
its imposing
its composing
the reign
of the slow change
the light of sunset 
in a new range
thousand variations
in intense red
 
the new terrain
I noticed
it’s gentle
yet striking
birth of several protists
 
a chain
of continuing moments
being noticed
I changed
during that very unexpected
but so carefully arranged
flashing movie
of sun-guided eye-winks
each time revealing
another life-changing glimpse

© Ellie Daphne

PS. A very dear friend shared a intimate story with me.... and this Rhyme is a metaphor for what I 'saw' and felt (too)


Details | Acrostic | |

Flowers Can Be

Floral fragrances fill the air
Lost memories appear everywhere.
Originally starting out as seeds
Wither without water and sun to feed.

Every morning they open up
Reminders of drinks taken from lifes cup.
Sent to show someone that you care
Caressing the senses, standing fair.

A flower to mark both joys and pain
Needing only soil, sun and rain.
Blossoming beauty ripe to be picked 
Evoking emotions no one can predict.


Details | Free verse | |

Laraway, Laraway

  What have I done? 
                Left you this morning out of haste,
 love and distaste for solitude?   
                Oh, what are you to think of me?  
Sorta confused about this world lifeanAll, 
                I think that some apology is in order:

	to earth moon sun and sky - - 
my humble service,
                       the living day for you Sun   
under cloud over sky around us all 
                      and I am grateful from your offering 
Nature and Earth, water open sea, 
                      gore crevasse terre   
 Sky    To you Buddha starling Sky of clouds 
                     of air of wind and birds,
 I thank you for sending  
                     my lifeforce in meditation... 
	And Moon, 

to whom I have no words, 
                    Moon for love invested 
like bankmoney    I love you most Moon
	not more than earth
                                                       sun or sky

	not more than water

	not more than nature’s wind     Speaking

but as forwords and
 backwords revolve
                               or like a spring fog or lowing mist
off the sea            (Fogbells and light)

	I think of Moon at each passing note
  	With each hair growing steadily
	suspended on sand    The overlapping plane of mountain
                                                                                       Sun
                                                                                       And 
                                                                                       Night


Details | Sonnet | |

Exhalted

I saw the Sun and the Moon take a stance in the universe.
And an unknown Star placed over them was put in charge.
The whole entire inhabitants scattered themselves at large.
And all the lands and seas became separated by a diverse.
 
The Sun Shined brightly in the west never to set in a curse.
The Moon gleamed fully bright to the east as the surcharge.
The door had been widely opened and many came by barge.
The stress was great because the world went into a reverse.
 
Fate and destiny was being dished out like a deck of cards.
Skies lit up and the Stars came back out like never before.
And the palm trees took up to the seas like standing guards.
And from this stemmed growth from that one opened door.
 
The Sun and Moon are exalted above and beyond you all,
And so is the Star in charge of those that flaw in its thrall.
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich 2008


Details | Free verse | |

Healing sun

For the first time 
I allow the sun to blaze into my eyes
To heal my injured cornea 
I allow the tender wind
To dry my watery eye
I await the sun to come back 
From every building we passed
For the first time 
I adore the shining surface
I willingly gave it a glance of beauty
It lusted upon my face giving it a blow of life
It came upon my dark life and gave it a glow
Gave it a hope, gave it the feeling of freedom 
The position of power
And For the first time 
Before the arrive of dusk 
I adored the sun…


Details | I do not know? | |

Crashing

The sun no longer slowly sinks to shore
But somberly sighs it's last goodbye's,
Fleet foot fast it goes down below skies,
The sun no longer slowly sinks to shore.

But soberly sighs it's last goodbye's,
Cast aside by the utter gloom of moon
Whose romance was ruined much too soon,
And somberly sighs it's last goodbye's.

Cast aside by the utter gloom of moon,
Now bereft, flickering last flames die black
Into a cauldron seething with alack,
Cast aside by the utter gloom of moon.

Now bereft, flickering last flames die black,
The sun no longer slowly sinks to shore
Knowing that life can never give amore,
Now bereft, flickering last flames die black.

The sun no longer slowly sinks to shore
But somberly sighs it's last goodbye's,
Fleet foot fast it goes down below skies,
The sun no longer slowly sinks to shore.



(canteno rondo form not on list)


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 | Quatrain | |

Compromise

Sometimes I’m down but never out.
I get lost within the shadows of doubt.
I learn a lesson of what life is about.
My journey takes a different route.

Sometimes I win while others I lose.
Not everything turns out as you choose.
I look past the surface to find some clues.
I get knocked down yet I’m up is the news.

Life is what you make it, it is a choice.
You have to speak up and use your voice.
Everything becomes part of what you say.
Every way is different, much like a new day.

The sun returns with it returns hope.
I slip but continue to climb the rope.
All things may not be as they appear.
I refuse, to surrender to my fear.

Each step I take is another one made.
As the sun sets, the light does fade.
Though the fabric appears tattered and frayed,
I find my way back from the path that I strayed.

I lay down to rest and close my eyes.
I dream of stars that brighten the skies.
When it does not go well I shall revise.
I see my life is a series of compromise.


Details | Free verse | |

Dawn's Orphan,Midnight's Accepted Son

I've got the Sun in My soul

Your eyes on my skin...my imperfection

I've got the misled night under my spell
I am the one who has left her in a trance

Here in her midnight i am her storm,her marauder for love

I've got the sun in my soul
the midnight is silver in my city...no one knows where I am

The broken day provides no justice...only visible madness

gypsy women on the sidewalk,calling my name as if we've shared dreams together,planned our
lives since children


The music is caught, trapped within the wind

Give it all to me now baby...don't be scared
I can capture it all for you...don't be scared I'll show you a good time

Songs of the dead
Hymns of the living
The caught tears of the yet to be born

I have the misled night under my spell
my imperfection my dark street

I've got to block it all out keep it away

This ain't your scene kid...come on,go away this can't be good for you


The Day has come
I'll be back later...me and my gang of shadows


Details | Quatrain | |

Left to chance

            Left to chance

So much in this life is just left to chance
What I see becomes different upon second glance.
Sometimes I get lost and don’t know where to go
I’m so glad to see you yet I seem to choke on hello.

I head to the east the sun shines in my eyes
The possibilities open up to the bluest of skies.
Still my mind wanders and wonders about why
Seconds become hours as the day passes by.

I see all these things yet I’ve seen them before
All I was quite certain of today I’m not so sure.
 As a window just closes, it opens a door
I think right before me I see what is in store.

Sometimes its tricky things aren’t as they appear
What I view in the distance are different when near.
I still stay my course; I have nothing left to fear
I find a place in my heart for all that I hold dear.

The sun goes down and the day does end
I feel like my heart is beginning to mend
A new start arises from the ashes of an end
Maybe I’ll find my place around the next bend.


Details | Ballad | |

lucifer

i met lucifer walking back
to my head this morning,
he was shaking the hand
of the sun in the morning,
his hands red-stained
of child's blood.

i asked him "why?"
"because i shouldn't have"
i asked him "why?"
"because they wanted me not to"
i asked him "why?" 
"because they have no life"
i asked him "why?"
"because their life is my life"
i asked him "why?"
"because the rules of the weak
are food for the strong, 
because it covers them"
i asked him "why?"
"because those dead are closer 
to life than those living"
i asked him,
his hands
wet with red,
"why?"
"because all that's good 
wants to keep you static"
i asked him "why evil?"
"because change is necessary,
revolution, digestion, destruction"
i asked him "give me life"
he said, his hands dripping red,
"it is taken."

the hole in my belly
that my soul had filled
is as wet with red
as i watch the sun rise
on the death of my death.


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NATURE'S TRANQUILITY

The waves crash in,
the sand swirls about,
the sun envelopes me,
erasing all doubt.

The cool sea air,
refreshes my soul,
and adds clarity to my life,
where day to day stuff takes a toll.

The waves crash in,
with their regular beat,
and they hypnotize me,
into a sense of tranquility.

The sun surrounds me,
in a gentle way,
that warms my soul,
and takes the pain away.

So to escape from life,
and all it's hostility,
I travel to the coast,
to absorb nature's tranquility.


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In the final Analysis


In the final Analysis

Destiny – she seems to, always be shutting the gate.
She has been, closing in, her garden on my fate.
She has been given the opportunity to know my dreams, 
but nothing of my desires, does she want, it seems.
I would love to know the sun setting in her Autumn green eyes,
To lie the night long / the morning into the sun rise 
from her beautiful face, feel the warmth – hidden – it could bring
to this aching heart, this alone soul, my world, to make birds sing.
The pain, the heart ache, much to great- for my desire, 
to live on with the direction it has been heading – ashes from fire
are what I feel, dust - I can not, will not pay for what is not for me.
The price to high for a foundation weak – to high the fee
for what does not already exist – really – as I see
it – in what does not come from the heart.
Expectations of trivial matters ! – pursuits of ?, - no place to start !

B. J. “A” 2
January 23rd 2007


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Oh, Most Beautiful Ra

Oh, Most Beautiful Ra
   Who oversees the creation of the world,
Thy Everlasting Sun of gold and glitter,
   To shine upon the Earth,
To see nature in full bloom,
   Spreads its bounties
Throughout Thy Kingdom.

To warn Thy Spirit against evil
   But to protect for eternal life
Becomes the identity of the beholder.

Thy Sun above shines brightly down on me
   And permeates throughout my entire being.
The warmth and glow of its rays
   Affects every element in my life
Of who I am today.

It is truly a blessing
   For I have been chosen for a special purpose
But for the reason why I do not know
   Unitl then I will know why
When cometh that day.


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The Sun on the Horizon

Honeydew on the grass sparkles with life as the Sun comes up shining.
Way up yonder the Horizon’s preparing for its glorious arising.
Purple, blue and gray radiantly come together and all stand out alone,
Way up under this great big earthly dome.
Bird’s shadows fly at distances, yet each distinct by their flocks belted,
And each disappears away in colorful misty skies where all of them roam!
Beauty in foresight is clearly seen on this perfect unthought-of day, 
Even to my own likings of a surprising.
Too compelling just knowing that all days are counted by,
Each exact group already individualized by being numbered!
Foliage secretes from its many branches of trees per several hundreds.
All with there own story to make known to the unknown.
Consistently re-budding as season’s change to each one that is now arising.
All seeming to prepare for that God-awful battle called Armageddon.
Years pass on and still the Sun comes onto the horizon.
Life’s at a standstill, yet, steadily ticking with the hands of time to carry on.
Nothing can be done to stop the cycle of our Earth’s creation.
For every beginning there is and ending as it is to see 
Dawning is “The Sun on the Horizon”!
Be thankful that you have this very day,
For the Sun is rising upon the horizon,
What a wonderful liaison!



®Registered: Ann Rich  2001


Details | Light Poetry | |

Gleaming, Sun, Demon, One

Gleaming Tones
on an unconquered
Sun.
Seeing myself
down the Demon hole.
Shimmering fractions
spun on a silver
coin.
And seeing the
reflections 
bounce off the
unwanted One.


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Citizen on Patrol

It’s 5am, and the alarm clock screams
As I reluctantly open my eyes 
Starting my day with a regimented routine
Before the sun even begins to rise.

As I dawn my vest and uniform of blue
And pin the silver badge upon my chest,
I pray that I return home safely to you
And yes, I promise I will do my best.

Some call me a hero, others call me a pain
Because I’ve sworn to protect and serve,
They think that I do it for some kind of gain
Not realizing that it takes a lot of nerve.

To stare into the face of a person with a gun
Praying you don’t have to pull the trigger,
I can certainly tell you that it isn’t fun
And there’s a lot of emotional rigor.

Sometimes I feel like I can’t do it anymore
As I kiss my wife and walk out the door,
But then I realize that I’ve given my pledge; 
To face all hardships and walk that razor edge.

It’s 5am, and the alarm clock screams
As I reluctantly open my eyes 
Starting my day with a regimented routine
Before the sun even begins to rise.


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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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permeable


curious how this old soul
marooned here on this bleak unfulfilled
island wasteland of dreary dreams unfulfilled,
desiring a change into something more static,
let's see how it moves, this Promethean forged
mystical monster, see how it wrecks halls,
shakes earth, tears limb from spurting limb
buttoned with crimson coats.
don't beat your fists against this,
this impenetrable veil,
only it's own weapon destroys it,
only it's own vice traps it,
only it's own desire enslaves it,
only it's own punishment sets it free
of this hell we've made of a generation
so separated from itself, the monster from
the mind, the body from the soul,
each is a number, there is no difference,
see the unity between both, see the infinite
reaches of the finite circumference.
break the bound of reason
imposed upon our eden,
the energy abounds freely creating
itself as god, creating all that follows it
in the universe of i and in the mind's eye
the monster can only be seen
chained to his circumference,
chained to the brain, chained to the body.
see through the layers peeled,
the soul is in every fibre,
chained arm to shoulder,
the soul is in every fibre,
chained brain to mind heaven living in hell
married, chained to itself,
the soul is in every fibre,
the moon to earth chained,
the earth to the sun chained,
the sun to the soul chained,
the soul is in every fibre.


Details | Free verse | |

Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud)

Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud) 

I am just baggage to the world 
Cast away and forgotten 
An entire life 
Waiting for something 

Every so often a random passerby 
We exchange formal soliloquy 
Just talking to ourselves 
Wondering if anyone really hears 

They always keep a lock on my eyes 
To desperate to admit sad truths 
Pretend they’re giving me sound advice 
When just quoting old adages to themselves 

They say 
“Follow the sun, 
For in the light shining upon all 
You will find the way” 

The same response 
Every time runs through my head 
“What of the clouds 
Stealing the light from my eyes 
They always gather around me 
Darkening my life 

“And what of deep night 
Where I sink into despair 
Alone and sinking in a world 
Where no one seems to care” 

They don’t seem to hear my words 
Just keep ranting their securities 
All the while shaking like leaves 
In the harshest of autumn winds 

I wonder if anyone can hear me 
Or if I even hear myself 
Can anyone see me? 
Hidden in this cloak of clouds 

I begin to feel comfortable 
As my worldly self 
Begins to drift away 
Comfortable with no sun 
To burn my skin red 
Or to guide my way 

I’m locked into a perpetual night 
As the oppression of my clouds 
Absorbs the light 
Sun and moon and stars 
And I’m left with nothing 
But four walls 
And a roof 
And a little stool to sit on 

I don’t notice any more random passerby 
Just as they never noticed me 
Just quote my old adages 
Some god created just for me 

“Stay in the clouds 
A safe haven from the pain 
I have no need 
Of ever finding the way 

“The world has spoken its ignorance 
And has finally cast me away 
I’m tired of endless clinging 
And the guilt it brings my way 

“If the life in this world 
Revolves around an endless rhyme 
The sun and moon and stars 
I have better places to spend my time 

“A room of nothing 
No windows or air to breathe 
Just a feeling of numb contentment 
As my soul starts to bleed” 

My conscious mind had made its final pitch 
And it is off to the races 
But I’m moving so slow 
So slow


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The Lighthouse

The amber sun is melting into the ocean
Painting an orange glow across the horizon
Tropical breezes hold the palms in perpetual sway
The rising tides lap ever closer to our toes

The sand gives underneath our leisurely steps
As we walk hand in hand along this silent beach
Gulls swoop lazily in for a curious look
Satisfied, they fly effortlessly away again

The conversation flows easily, lightly
Smiles and laughter have been our day's companions
My arm slips around your waist and draws you near
Gazing into your soft green eyes as the golden sun sets behind us

We ascend the weathered stairs as the night falls
The ancient door creaks open with little resistance
Old, long abandoned, this candle on the shore
Its brightness never again to sweep the horizon

I spread our pallet across the wooden planks
And lie there with you, our bodies entwined
I hold you close, lost again in your eyes
As you sweetly press your soft lips to mine

The flickering candles soft glow dances on the walls
As the night blows its breath in gentle breeze
Those gentle embraces and soft kisses
Have exploded into furious, unbridled passion

Your pleasured releases wash over you
Cresting as quickly and strongly as the tide
Your red tipped toes curl and quiver
As your fingers grip and tug at my hair

I caress your silken body, so soft
Clad only in the candles sultry light
Again our eyes lock gaze, unable to turn away
As our bodies sway and rock to our own rhythm

Pleasure's Power overwhelms us both
A vibrant explosion of colors only we can see
Bathing the room with its intensely warm glow
Surely as bright as the beacon above us

In my arms, M'Lady now lies
Safe, secure, giving me comfort
We savor this night, every fleeting moment
For with the new day's sun comes the sorrow of our parting.


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That's That

The Sun is on my horizon approaching this brand new day.
Ripples in the sea shatter my shimmering ultra-violet light.
Birds sing in the air and many more are on this same flight.
Rising high, the Sun makes rounds in its sweet special way.
 
Puffy white clouds are on the trail until they begin to stray.
Blue skies follow suite running off the wet darkened night.
Green grassy grounds are visions of a true God given sight.
Branches of trees wave at the Sun as if bitterly bent or fray.
 
Rising with the Sun and busy as a bee,
Up and on it I always rise just to shine!
It is all amazing just like being me!
That’s that and poof I’m all in line!

No really, I am telling you that’s that!
Now honestly who are you looking at?
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Free verse | |

This River Carried Me and a Flag I Never Thought I Had.

The white sun flared through, 
wrapped its melting-gold fingers
around window trim and clutched walls.
It was reluctantly dipping 
into the horizon of wood, like
a drowning man flailing 
his grip through the water’s tip.

A sweet-oak smoke billowed from the grill
and wove a grey veil around 
quiet slopes of light.

The river of my drink plunged me
into the stool in front of the bar-tender.

“The only thing I think I believe 
is that I don’t believe in solipsism.”, 
I flung between chimes of glasses 
and muted murmurs from a ball-game.

I slumped over to the side and
glanced at myself in the mirror 
between bottles of alcohol glinting
with wisps of white hair.
The curve of my cheek-bone
hung the flesh-flag of my I.
I liked it this time. 
And it rippled in the breeze from my smile.
    
The sun was losing it’s golden grip.
The smoke-veil unraveled
and furled into the descending glare.

There was absolutely
nothing I could do about it.


Details | Free verse | |

Fulfillment

Fulfillment

What is this thing called life,
working and struggling
no end in sight
what ever became of the dreams that were me?
Where am I,
who am I,
what shall I be?
Fulfillment is the dream sleeping in the cocoon
awaiting the rebirth of the child
who still believes in the man-in-the-moon
somehow safe,
until the sun arises to awaken the child
and sparkle off the dew of hope
that keeps the dream alive.
Fulfillment shall be mine one day, and the dream,
so sweetly nurtured,
will burst forth on wings alive with vibrance and light, 
and the setting sun will no longer
bring fear of a life left undone


Details | Free verse | |

Pain

When the sun goes down, and the breeze freshens, 
when the night fills the sky, I’ll then feel at home,
as I’ve none of my own.
     And I’ll feel as though I belong.
When the moon comes up and lights the night
and the stars dot the heavens, I stare transfixed
     in awe of what I see
     as I silently wish with all my might.
To see the sun rise, not in the morning as all else,
but in my mind or in my heart,
     is what can put me to rest.
In a corner of my mind, where no-one ever sees,
lies a child in fear.
Of the terror of the day,
     and the mysteries of the night.
And as I watch that child grow old and alone,
I wonder why the light never shines in on him.
When the sun brightens the darkest of days
and the moon and stars illuminate the night,
     why must anyone live in the darkness of the
     mind, which no light can reach?
What can block the light,
     what can break the spell,
     what can move this one to freedom?
Why must the fight never leave the mind,
     why must the child grow old?
Why do the stars never twinkle?
     Why do the leaves fall off;
     why does the river taste like tears?
Why does the mind ache and hurt?
     Why does the heart pull up curt:
          Why does my soul feel pain?


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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?


Details | Lyric | |

Shapeless Man

The day will purge my darkest lies
Awake in myself, but asleep inside
The sun reflecting empty eyes
Igniting lost places within my mind

The night will never hold me still
Buzzing dark places that can not kill
The spiral of this endless pain
The spirit of darkness will rise again

The light reshapes what I’ve become
The shadows are torn as I’m undone
My body cold beneath those flames
No mercy for me; I have no name

More darkness crawling up my skin
The memories call, like burning sin
One word to rise in to the knight
A whisper of hate and I will fight

Again the sun is stealing sight
I will never sleep within this light
There’s such little truth for what I am
Constantly torn: the shapeless man


Details | I do not know? | |

Dreadlocks

Friday, October 23, 2009


Most unusual clouds this morning
They look like dreadlocks turned 
Gray with streaks of red and pink

Certainly a sky blue sky where 
There are no clouds
I see this as beauty but no one

Told me it is beautiful so who is
Observing this scene through my
Eyes saying this is beauty

There is an order to everything
Flowers have certain number
Of petals with leaves arranged

The human eye sees the order
The eye says this is beauty
Who made these so that they see

The ball of sun is showing 
Radiating it's glow on the scene
Seen only through the trees

That are silhouetted but not
Totally black just dark
Outlines with sun peeking

Roosters greet the day 
With their cock-a-doodle-do
How are you?

Responsiblility calls
Thank you for this time
To commune with God


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Rain,Pain,and other things quite INSANE

During September rain
under her spell of downpour
The mind cries inside
It wants nothing more

Flash flooding put out the fire
The rainbow cannot be seen
A child has lost his youth desire

Thunder and lightning in the air
Pelting golf balls of punishing hail
This man is surely drenched
But..he cannot really care

As surely as the Storm exhale
Winds that surge and kneel me to the ground
Again,as always..I have put myself back into jail
The weather is my keeper who has no mercy

For 40 days
Of endless nights
Someone up there
is reminding me in tears
to look forward past the deluge
instead of rewinding back those years

God continues to throw a tantrum and cry
Contemplating his wrath:

DOES HE WANT ME TO WITHER THUS AND DIE?

His Sun has not shine these last few days
We are cold,soggy,
without the afternoon's rays
I cannot tell
which way Heaven truly is
Or how far distant
that HELL is as well

Staring out from window pane
Continuous wet stream
is not at all to blame
People may not notice
but..
the good Lord still knows my name

This month is nearly over
October
aound the corner bend
If the Sun comes out 
just one more day
Here to greet me
Before it finally shades away!



Details | Rhyme | |

AN OLD MAN SEES A BOY

                                        Seconds after Seconds				
                                    Changes happen before eyes				
                               In present  feel everything is  intact				
                                   but keeps changes on and on…...				
				
                                        An old man sees a boy				
                                  in childhood he was like a Toy				
                         After many years of sun rise and Sun sets				
                                 still remains many things to enjoy				
				
				


Details | I do not know? | |

Book of Beauty

I set comfortably on my front porch on my antique wooden swing that has held
so many traveling souls throughout the years.
I ponder the lives that the swing has held in the palm of its hand.
I idolize the florescent sun as it shines unconditional loving rays of light to a
troubled world. I hear the chirping love-birds as they dance through the air 
and the melodic wind chimes singing on neighborhood porches. I realize the 
beauty and the love in their tones. It seems as if it can only be God's artwork.
I feel my niece tugging at my worn purple sweater to come play with her and pull 
her in her little red wagon down to the old apple tree by the creek. I love her more 
than anything, smile adoringly at her, and take her. As we pass houses, I glance 
at the elderly couple, in their straw hats and overalls, planting cherry tomatoes 
across the road,ice tea crackling on their front porch that holds wisdom filled 
friends, skins soaked with sun block, canes at their sides, happy as can be. 
When the day turns to night, I am in awe of a sky filled with sparkling stars and I 
feel so puzzled to think of all that the universe holds: the purple and red and 
blue and yellow galaxies that seem to only be displayed for us in books of beauty 
but too far for us to ever reach or be a part of.
Then, when I travel the Earth, my favorite thing I can do, I pass the snow-capped 
mountains with daffodils at their bases, the turquoise oceans that seem to never 
end, the fields of colored fruit trees, and all the many wonders of our gigantic 
world, and I feel that this could all only be the artwork of God, and although I am 
puzzled, I am so thankful. Yet, why, I wonder, do I feel so all alone when their is 
this canvas full of miracles for me to explore, for all of us to explore? I feel 
endlessly restricted, a speck in this book of beauty. I think I am envious, that if 
there is a God, that this God gets to experience it all, at the same time. I just feel 
so small.


Details | Lyric | |

A Dead Night

A dead night; empty but sharing its tale
The stars have gone, and the darkness has prevailed
There’s no light, and it will never come to be
The moon is lost, but the people need to see

A dead earth; decaying, forgotten and hurt
The sun has fled, and every truth turns to despair
There is no love, and to remember is to fall
The world is dead, and there was never a before

A lonely place, with barely any trust
The light is gone, and all faith lies in the dust
I dread the day when I finally come to know
That there was light, and there was always our hope

A dead night; broken by what we conceive
My dreams are gone, and my nightmares bring disease
No more life, but fear has taken my soul
My prayers are lost, and beneath me stalks a hole

A dead earth; devoid of anything true
I closed my eyes, just so I could see the proof
I wake again; the night has told me its tale
The sun now shines, and I understand why we must prevail


Details | Free verse | |

If We Chase the Sun

Who shall chase 
The golden sun with
Tall prairie grass 
In our hands, 
We chased the sun away, 
As the round yellow star 
Cheeks blush red, and
We hide behind 
The gray-blue clouds
We lost our breath away
We gasped for air
Without despair
This shall be done
If, we chase the sun


Details | Narrative | |

The Night of the Moon

It's the night of the moon
and though it's not in my sight.
The magic will be here soon.
The full moon takes the stage tonight.

I feel as low as the tide. 
The dark clouds set the tone.
Watching waves and sand collide.
I walk the beach all alone.

The clouds are fighting the sun.
They can't keep the bright light behind.
Sunset and beauty become one.
Doubt and hope crowd my mind.

Brilliant hues of orange,pink,and red
contrasting with clouds dark and gray
The sun paints a picture before bed
and then takes the painting away.

Splashing way out there in the sea.
Winking stars playfully laughing out loud.
I wonder,how this can be?
The night wont carry a cloud.

Where have all the clouds gone?
They've been plucked out of the sky.
The battle with the sun was been won.
I question not how, only why?

There's a bright glow in the west.
The curtain goes up for the show.
Dancing lights on the water are next.
Slowly rising the moon seems to grow.

Sometimes it's such a spiritual thing.
When nature reveals what it can truly do.
I can almost hear this moon sing.
So extravagant, it must be alive too.

My memory goes back to a time.
When the moon stole the show like this. 
I was with a girl that was so fine
and remembered that,that night we kissed.

But my memories are what had me down. 
I can't remember too many good.
There was the clouds at sundown
and suddenly I understood.

If I only kept good thoughts in my minds eye
and make all the bad ones just finish.
Maybe then my thoughts wont seem to magnify
what my memory can't seem to diminish.

Out with the bad thoughts in with the new. 
I'll fill my head with good memories only. 
But it seems that there are so few
that my thoughts might just get lonely.

That makes a smile come to my lips
and I wonder, did I just laugh out loud?
I watch enchanted as the moon slips
across the sky without a cloud.

My mood has changed I realize.
I knew I felt that pull.
Now I know hope never dies.
Hope lives in a moon this full.


Details | Monorhyme | |

compromise

go ahead and whisper a loving lie
tell me you care in the candlelight
while you caress and kiss, passion burning high
and it fades with the sun and the morning light

you don't have to offer a promise of more
when the dance begins and we explore
questions unanswered my heart has paid for
it will be no different than it was before
a love song sang from the one I adore

go ahead and whisper a loving lie
tell me you care in the candlelight
while you caress and kiss, passion burning high
and it fades with the sun and the morning light
once more my heart I'll compromise


Details | I do not know? | |

Forgive

Forgive the sun that didn't shine,
The sky had asked her in to dine.

Forgive the stars that heard your wish,
The moon prepared their favorite dish.

Forgive the rain for its attack,
The clouds have tears they can't hold back.

Don't hate the birds 'cause they are free,
Don't envy all the things they see.

Don't block the wind, but hear its cry,
Or else that wind may pass you by.

Forgive the storm it means no harm,
Could not resist showing its charm.

Forgive the earth that never turns,
Don't hate the sun, because too much burns.

Life intends to not cause pain,
The flowers bloom from all the rain.

The storm will come and it will pass,
The sun that shines, it grows the grass.

The wind it cannot help but cry,
The stars at night light up the sky.

Forgive the world in which we live,
We'll all find peace if we forgive.


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Sun Rising

Can I wear your love like heaven
still, after the long hours
when we said God was watching?

The same hearts beat.
The same sun is rising.

Can I wear your love like heaven
still, in the long hours after
we said God was watching?

The same sun is rising.
The same sun is rising.


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Adages Pt. 3 (the hierophant)

I can see the web of lies around me
Constructed by the spider in my heart
Just a manipulator
Playing its games with my life
I promised myself
As only a fool can
That there could be a safe haven
Calm within the eye of the storm
When it was only a trap
Set so perfectly on me
By myself
The ignorance of the world has always astounded me
Confounded me
Even as I ignored it in myself
Just felt the need
To find my own way
In a life that was never too kind
To the stranger
To me
I don’t know why it is always spinning
Think I’ve created this hell
In the image of a world left behind
Just another contradiction
Another manipulation
Another one of my lies
I made myself so cold
That I forgot to be angry
For what everyone did to me
Forgot to be forgiving
And to look the other way
Now I’m just a nothing
Forgotten to all
The opposite of what I needed
Or ever wanted
I am ready for the change
I am ready for the knowledge
Black turns to grey
My blue skin to red
As I shout and scream
A realization
A new found adage
Of how it could have been
“I never needed the light of a sun
To guide me on my way
Never needed a hope
To feel that I’m okay
I don’t need to rhyme
To impress the people
Who’ll just waste my time
I can go my own direction
To any place that I desire”
A hierophant is blooming
With no hope there is hope
And no need for a following
Just a contradiction and a knowing
Tomorrow will be
As always
Another day
The shift in the world around me
As drastic as black to white
Day to night
Reflected sunlight
As the moon makes itself known to me
And all the contradictions coming into focus
Becoming the world in which we all live
We feed on each others lies
And create our own
If only to fool ourselves
Into a state of relative bliss
Into a joke 
We’re playing on ourselves 
I don’t want the sun 
And its insistent heat 
I don’t need the clouds 
Or the people that I see 
Wandering around like dazed puppets 
Numbed on the drugs of old 
I just want to go my own way 
And to question what we know 
The moon in all its mystery 
Its quiet grace 
Greets and bids me fair tidings 
Hoping that something will treat me well 
A lone friend in a world 
Full of followers and beggars 
Fakes, frauds and any assortment of contradictions 
And this moon smiles
Gives a nod of approval 
It can see me 
Breaking out from behind my clouds 
And shining into the world 
A second sun 
A light guiding my own way 


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Beyond The Sun

 

Beyond the sun I can rest my weary soul
Beyond the sun I will no longer feel this cold
No sorrowed brow like I have now
right from the start you will cleanse my heart
beyond the sun I will find a love untold.

I’ll be free of grief, and no longer feel the pain
rejoice each day far away-and for eternity I will wait
till the master and his new world unfold.

Beyond the sun I’ll see much happiness

 
and I pray to him I will truly be blessed
beyond the sun the light will show the way
and I will be free from this darkness
that we live in today.

I hope somehow in this life I touched a few
maybe one of them was you
and you will pass on a smile, or a touch
yes please share
so God knows there are many that still care.

Beyond the sun, there will be no more anger
or war
once again a great vision for this place as there was before,
So as my earthly life ends,
many more will begin,
and no matter how bad it may seem
I’ll be there beyond the sun
and that endless stream
with the masters love I am there.


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Fade Away

I’m fading away.
Like a tired song,
wearing thin on the air waves,
overplayed in the bar seine,
and I am tired out.
I had to walk out, 
it was time to move on
and not to
fade away.


Never been;
Never found,
the connection
to that counterpart.


Still,
it is fun
to hang out
with this crowd
and not care for a while.


The sun is sinking
And it’s cold at night
I sit here thinking
Wondering who might
Color my fading heart.

The horizon is peaking
And I never took that flight
I sit here drinking
Wondering who might
Be that counterpart.



I’m Dreaming;
Like the mind of the child
Who is at home traveling
Venturing the great sea, riled
To fight pirates in the pond.


Never seen
Never found
That captain 
To sail my aimless heart.


Yet,
I’m having fun
To hang out
In this seine
And not worry for a while.


Never had
Never loved
That aimless heart
To find my soul-mate
And make that start.


The sun is sinking
And it’s cold at night
I lie here thinking
Or wondering who might
Color my fading heart.

The horizon is peaking
And I never took that flight
I sit here drinking
Questioning who might
Be that counterpart.

Fading as a sunless sea…


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The Rainbow Behind My Back

He never came around much, and never stayed too long.
Carried a vial of whiskey in a paper sack, sang a song.
But this day was special, my heart was so alive.
I carried a sack too, with candy, today I'm five.
He had said, "Come on son, let's go to town, get a treat."
Joy filled my little being.  I felt all of ten feet.
Wrapped me a suck in my sack, cherry, my favorite kind.
As he slugged away on his bag, I slued away on mine.
My little legs, nearly running, three steps to his one.
But the sun was shining, we were together, father and son.
He spoke little that I could understand.  About dreams lost.
Said I should follow the rainbow, forget the cost.
He said "life is short, pleasures few, so have a good time."
We followed the path through the woods, his hand in mine.
We walked beside the railroad track, till the sun dipped low.
How far?  Five or six miles- couldn't tell, didn't know.
My short legs were aching, but I never complained.
For in the distance, I could hear the approaching train.
He sat me on a rack and said,  "Let's rest a spell."
He was getting tired too, from his walk, I could tell.
As the clamor of the train grew louder, I became excited.
"I'll see the train up real close", I said delighted.
It grew louder and louder, till it was all I could hear.
I laughed aloud, looked at pop.  On his face was a tear.
He jumped, ran to the passing train, lunged into an open door.  
I screamed and cried "Don't go!", but never saw him anymore.
His crumbled bag lay on the ground, a memory at my feet.
He had said, "Lets go to town, get a treat."
I threw my bag on the ground, all the sweets spilled out.
At five it was only candy, but it was my life no doubt.
Belief, trust, hope, faith, love, burst forth onto the ground.
I sat there on my rock and cried, till the sun went down.
Then with a tear stained face i turned to follow the railroad track
Knowing all the while, there was a rainbow, 
Somewhere behind my back.


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God's Power

the sus is only an average sized star
but it amasses the earth 330,000 times greater by far
the sun with it's dymanic energy is approximately
93 million miles from earth
but from it's energy on a sunny day 
it's heat can blister the skin for what it's worth

only about one billionth of the sun's energy
strikes the earth
this is only a small percentage of the sun's power hour after hour

who do you think is the creator of the sun
the Alpha, the Omega, the only one
the credit can not go to evolution
that's no the maker or the solution

let me break this down have no fear
if one could hold the sun's power for one second
it could still provide usage for the next 9 million years

just one more thing that I have to say
suppose the sun were to stop providing energy today
it  would take another 50 billion years before it affected the earth in any way

so all of you who believe in the theory of evolution
just read your Bible you'll find the solution


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Moving On

Could you tell me how it goes once again?
The shadows left as I turned around
The things you do and reasons fell behind me
The sun I face became my escape

The search for mind became obsession
But now I know I had it all along
The change in weather had me running
But now I feel I can move on

Alone forever but I’m not frightened
It’s a rule of life, without we would fade
Alone together my senses heighten
 I see you now as you hide in the shade

I turn around and see empty shadows
My will is strong, today I will shine
Reflecting off the sun I hold behind me
Today I’ll heal and show you nothing is wrong

Alive forever my conscious surrounds me
The rain can come but I can just smile
A change in weather can only revive me
Intentions good and my will is still strong
It’s time to move on


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Epilogue

I remember being loved very much
Of loving you too in the day, in the night and  . . . 
And I remember waking in the early morning
Before the sun rose
Before the moon fell
I remember watching the sighing of moonlight across your skin
How it rained just for us, for you in March
And how the skies shaded the sun on that one-day in October so slightly
I remember our children
And Mary
Rhane
I remember our first child and the way you smiled in those first moments

I remember
In the sighing of my life I remember you
Watching over me
Loving me
Always loving me
And . . .

I remember dying

Growing old together with laughter and tears
Of looking back on our life together
Of being eighty-four summers old and new 
Of celebrating your eighty-third autumn and spring
With our children
And our grandchildren with their squealing laughter and “Nana, Nana!”

I remember my last breath
And how my eyes fell upon you to the last

I remember dying

My story . . . 

It was supposed to end there


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Flame & Shadow

If i were a flame
what color would i burn
the sun is white & yellow-bright
could i be the same
a candle lit burns red in silent vigil
would my light embrace this purity
or blue & burn in fury would i be
or toxic green with no shame
like venom in a blaze
the sun is white & yellow-bright
could i be the same
would my fire change 
when i chanced to hear your name
reflect my heart amongst the flames


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Your Knight

With faded, severed notions
Darkened skies
I count the years that I closed my eyes

With fearful sensations
I open my mind
I see the monsters taking their time

With life overcast
I sense a storm
I let the screams come at me like swarms

With dreams of a shadow
I dream I’m real
I dream the sun can never make me feel

With visions of the daylight
Visions at night
I visualise a demon taking my sight

With mirrors all around me
I bury my mind
I stay away from others before they can find

My faded, severed notions
Reasons why
The blood red oceans and darkened skies

My dreams of a shadow
It’s not real
There is no sun and I could never feel

Darkness speaking through me
The sacrifice
I take my seat and gather the night
I take my throne and name my kingdom ‘your light’


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WAS A TIME...

Was a time.. 
When love was all  true 
Gentleness too 

A red sighing sun 
Sinking below 
The depths of my heart 
The day is done 

Was a time.. 
you felt it too 
in the depths of my heart 
Emotion too 

A star, 
faded blue 
Replaced a red sighing sun 
Flickering fire 
You knew it too 

Stars and suns, 
fade away 
Night and day 
Love endures 
Gentleness too 

You are my sun 
You are my star 
My flickering fire 
Gentle light 
Gentle night 
The day is done 


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My Soul Rejoices In The Lord Everyday

(Swap Quatrain) 


My heart everyday, in the Lord rejoices too 
Because without Him, I wouldn't last a day 
God wants all the time, to walk with me 
In the Lord rejoices too, my heart everyday 

Every morning when the sun glows, I open my eyes 
And send all my praises to God above high 
The Lord wipes all my tears away, yes, I know 
I open my eyes, every morning when the sun glows 

It doesn't matter to God and that's so, what in the past I've done 
Jesus forgives me when I repent and then my sins are just gone 
God is my loving Dad, and yes that in my heart I already know 
What in the past I've done, it doesn't matter to God and that's so! 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2008 


November,29,2008 


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In the Coals

The sky danced a glimmer of setted sun blue
	Softly through into the night
Like rafters keeping us safe on our path under heaven
	Trees wove themselves over us
Breathing light from coals washed the five gathered faces
	Flickered in their eyes and over their bodies
In the quiet I saw

In the south like the waves from beneath the sea
	One spirit shone with a shimmering breath
And another in the west settled on the rafters there
	With a sighing light barely seen and hardly felt
Amid the rafters of the north one other spirit swayed
	There too an ethereal visitor echoed in the east
In the quiet I saw

Faces bright, strong and painted with a wash of . . . 	
	Contentment, save two, both fallen of crest
And still under the watchful eyes of Nokomis high in the skies
	One rose to smile holding a light before him closely
But woe fell across the other for being there within already
	As if unable to escape for eyes unseeing
In the quiet I saw

I watched a struggle between three spirit cousins
	Over and all around they fought where he had fallen
So vicious this fight, it cast a shrouding over everything of him
	For these two beasts snarled and slashed for dominance
While the third sat quietly as if waiting or perhaps just watching
	With great patience for one to fall and it too was evil
In the quiet I saw

The sky shone softly in the ambient light of stars unglimpsed
	For Nokomis with her watching eyes held us 
As only grandmothers do for having loved and loved her child’s children too
	All through the night she held us as we sailed without a sound
Across and over the blue of setted sun somewhere next to here
	With the warmth of coals burning nowhere save inside 
In the quiet I saw

In the quiet I saw five souls glimmering
In the quiet I saw a war cross one red road
In the quiet I saw the spirits of four ancestors
In the quiet I saw everything, nothing all that I needed
In the darkness of the madodoswun it is dark as pitch
And still, and yet . . .
Before the door whispered to open
I saw in the quiet still


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The Sun

The winds of this world blow strong against us
And the waters stir with unrest
Though darkness falls among us
The light of day shines bright from the sun above

And the sun brings hope, 
Brings light when all was dark
In this light of hope shines victory

The angels of God bow down in the presence
Of this light, for this light is the Son of God
And His garments flow over us
Giving us refuge from evil and the wormwood rises no more

The Morning Star pours out the oil 
Which heals and overcomes
And He shows us the stars that watch over head

He points to the open door which leads us to the harvest
As He walks with His bride adorned in white robes
He leads her to the New Jerusalem
Where Israel rejoices in the Rock of their salvation
And the Lord’s Day is forever celebrated


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He Shall Be First



We should put God in our life first, 
That's what He expect us to do the Bible says, 
From the birth of morn, till the setting sun again, 
We should worship Him and serve Him right each day 

When I awake and see the sun in the distance start to rise, 
I thank Him with all my heart,His wonderful creation never,ever ceases, 
God has made everything around you, that your eyes can and can not see, 
He created the Earth and man, and that means of course, you and me, 

So I've chosen to put God in my own life always first,no matter what, 
That was one of the wisest decision, a long time ago back there I've made, 
The Holy Bible tell us that God should always come first in everything, 
When we do this,He'll guide us all the way through,that's the promise He's made, 

God is in complete control of everything,included your own life,don't you see my friend, 
God can do anything He wants anywhere, and His Kingdom has no beginning, nor end! 


Praise the Lord! Amen 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@20005-2009 


March,12,2009 


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Your Light

The light of the sun will shine down
Hiding all of those little frowns
The rainbow is painting your mask
Illusions are an every day task

The heat of the sun will delude
The greatest minds are its fruit
It helps you become your belief
Your sun is not my relief

I live in dark I can see
Your hate, pain and envy
I thought I just saw you die
In my eyes you’re just another lie

The minute that I step into light
It’s blinding, it’s far too bright
Stop me before I am dead
You’re pushing, killing instead

Please, show mercy on me
Controlling what wants to be free
Just because you cannot see
Doesn’t mean I cannot believe
You’ve killed me

I lived in dark and could see
Your hate, pain and envy
I know you have died
So many times, how much lies?
I crawl back into the dark
Your lies have just hit their mark
Darkness is now the thing that I crave
Anything else is just another grave
Lift me up and surprise
I now feel so high
The mask will fade from my face
I’m free now in every way
You keep trying to pull me from this
Why can’t I be with bliss?


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SHADOW AND LIGHT

Where do you go? 
When the shadow 
follows you so...... 

To escape the shadow 
Is to have the sun, 
high above 
Looking down so 
Bathed in light 
Bathed in love 

This darkened figure 
follows you so 
The sun setting 
It grows bigger 

Keep the sun high 
Sunlight above 
Feel the love 
Feel the high 

This place 
Between shadow and light 
Dark space 
Golden bright 

Where do you go? 
When the shadow 
gets you down so 

Step into the light 
Where shadow 
Cannot go 
Enjoy golden bright 
This is your right 


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Midnight Falls

The rising of the sun casts all into light
outlying the minute details of life
the hardship and struggle
and deprivation of hope.
The sun follows a dedicated route
from east to west never a new path
just like life itself
the same aches and pains dripping dripping
constantly through the I.V implemented
the symbols never change the seasons 
the seasons never change their symbols
the plight of man can be simple enough
I can never be satisfied I want more
I need to want more
our minds can stretch beyond its borders
but yet we fall short of glory 
time after time
just to reset time when time has come
just as midnight falls 
so do we