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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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | |

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 | |

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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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