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Details | Free verse | |

A Journey To The Pearly Gates And Back Again

Iris sun fades and so does the day
whispers the carried in the silence of night glowing
Wishes floating on silver trails faraway
The image of your face will forever bounded to this world
Angels Brought you to me made a lightening
sparkling diamonds in the misting treasures gems so bright

Ice roses turns into a steaming jungle of quivering glass
Flashing in the distance, in the moon light
and all of its stars, that's where the angels dancing
A beautiful adventure picture sparklers on a winter night

A cold moon dressed in dark velvet 
with a pearl milky white smile beams 
Sparkling jewel crystal lights up 
stars blinking silver awakening 
warm invading darkness your light 
My life has at last found its light and its hope

Soulful cries a wolf dressed in winter clothes 
faraway over ocean waves 
carries in a wind’s  whisper sweet music dances 
A magical night that will set the spirit free
Silently breathes out a puff of magic sweetly 
beauty enchants warmly etching strikes 
frosted fingers cracking ice deeply echoes 

Striking inside bells toll warmly skipping drumbeats 
bouncing of chamber walls loving tunes 
Believing in your love a dream 
Which enchants music of the butterflies dance 
howling clouds out steaming warm sighs fluttering warmly
I closed my eyes at the end of the road
and thought of the stars 
and the reason earth spins around the sun





  A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and 
  Anne- Lise Andresen :) - 28.12.2014 -


Details | Light Poetry | |

As the sun emerges

As the sun emerges
Into the sky
I watch in awe
As this world floats by
Wishing to be able
To drift past the eyes
Of the people like me
Looking into the skies


Details | Rhyme | |

When The Sun Rises

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

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



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Epic | |

Scent of Paddy Flower

Scent Of Paddy Flower

                                   By Goutam Hazra

           1
Reminiscence

My father told me 
first time 
I was just a boy then,
“Follow the scent of paddy flower
move with the wind it carries,
surely you will go to heaven.”

I remember
he would catch 
fistful of wind
bring near to my face
and wonder,
“Isn’t it godly!”

Magically, opened his hand
but I never felt
what scent he meant.
            
             2
Days of kind rain

“Son, see the misty wind
rushing all over the paddy field
comes every year
to drink the scent of paddy flower.”

Mere as a boy
I could see only
tides of a green plane
touching my little finger
and racing far… too far.
I would ask  
“Where have they gone?”
Smiled my father 
and said
“Did not you listen,
they are going to heaven,
call the goddess then,
‘come goddess dear’
we all are ready with paddy flower.”




Curious was my face,
“Papa, then?”

“Goddess will arrive smiling
her feet will be here
there
everywhere.
Seeing a pot in her hand
all those paddy flowers
delighted, will open their mouth more wider
and life will be poured…”

“Where these flowers come from?”

Remained my father smiling
speaking all his mind
looking high at sky
asked me to see there
spoke he again.

“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
on the first day of its shower
kind rain would ask me to come here
with bagful of paddy seeds,
‘let seeds be spread all over,
let its eternal relation with soil
be the fertilizer’
when all said is done
waiting rain 
starts showering its kind
make visible hiding life in the abyss of seed.
Happy wind changes color
being green all around
waits for the day
when the wind would smell the scent of paddy flower.”

Days passed by,
kind rain was still in waiting
sometimes hidden beyond horizon
or simply making sun blind with its smoky face
and whenever wind said,
‘Dry I’m now’
quenched the thirst.

Someday wind played naughty with sun
asked kind rain to make it misty
and with brushes of sun rays 
painted a rainbow on the face of east sky.


Wait was over
green field blossomed with flowers
and wind said,
“Fill in my heart
with scent of flower
I shall bring life…”

Happy was my father’s voice
“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
said so
green wind brining life 
did so
scent of paddy flower
is made so.
Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
kind rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”
           
             3
Cruel entropy

How old was I then
nine or ten
my father looked up
up to the sky
again and again
for a month long
only to see 
change of sky’s color
from the color of a summer day to a long humid night.
Dry wind cried at last
over my father’s sweating body
“Rain, rain O kind rain, where have you gone.”

One day sudden
kind rain came again.
Cried to my father
“Why no green wind came this year
from ocean 
to bring me here.
Desert wind why
dry my breath
seeds you have sown
how could I then
enliven with my rain.”

Question 
many question
my father had asked the rain.

Short-lived, hurried rain could spell its last breath,
“I am not that rain 
as was your friend,
I am the curse of dying forest
I am the ghost of all pollution
I am born out of acid weather…”

Who knew, it left for where?

My father cried 
As kind rain left him alone
hiding in a dry wind’s bone.

My father was still
going every morning
asking the soil
in vain
if soil could alone
make the paddy flowers to be born.

Year passed by,
came back the time, 
for green wind to bring kind rain.

Rain came one day.

But why
as a cloudburst
treacherous
roaring always
pouring unwanted
like an unkind monster
flooded misery
in the life of a simple farmer?
           
            4
Relinquishment

Dumb remained my father
for days together
sad was his voice at last,
“Run away, son, run away from here,
sky rain wind
river village land;
thread of this garland
who cuts it
go, stop now there hand.”

Draught and flood,
uncertainty of life 
changed my mind 
as of a farmer’s son.
Books, studies and education
reasons, truth and compassion
might have had fulfilled my father’s mission.

But… 
Does not this civilization
converts us 
as the products to do more production.
Run, run and run 
run ahead of time
let be it, at the cost of inhaling killer tension,
stress taking  over your life.
Insomnia, cholesterol or cynicism
is our success’s companion? 
‘A’ is shaped as ‘B’
and ‘B’ is sold as ‘C’.
Modification
innovation
sophistication
but I found the basic
what it remain
as life’s supreme conviction 
‘simply a fist full of paddy
and its grain’.

             5
Scent of life

So here, I am again
standing in front of this green plane
searching for the shadow of my father.
Green wind surrounds my existence
I can see the dance of those bunches.
My mind whispers to my ear
echoes those words of my father, 
“Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”

I never felt so,
what I smell now 
is the scent of paddy flower.




















Details | Narrative | |

22 Lines

22 Lines
By Nate Spears


I stand on top of the opinion of the mighty powers above 
Staring into the eyes of their dominion 
Keeping myself armed and fighting 
In mind
In the order of a new world
In the order of new eyes
My spirit is old
In the order of new times
My heart lacks no fear
My hands lacks no wrong
So I have no tears 
to let roll on

As The River Of Jordan splashes in red
My evil days shall past
Consistent with biblical teachings
I speak the truth consistent with loud speakers
Let freedom ring
While I’m running my fingers through the clouds 
I've discovered a savior to save us
Now drip my sun light onto the best
Now drip my sun light  onto the rest
Goodness shall fall from my fingers tips
Onto the pages 
of my ink.


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 | Free verse | |

In The Desert

        In The Desert -  Desert Inclinations

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Under Carolina Sun

My skin was drenched in the low 70's;
I may not have smelled so heavenly.
My shirt was yellow an sweaty;
I was still in the mood for helping.

I'm glad I could finally meet,
My neighbor from across the street.
Who knows what the future holds;
Perhaps a good friendship unfolds.







©2014 Honestly JT


Details | Couplet | |

Journey To The Sun

We Constantly Refine Ourselves, From Head To toe.
The Erosive Qualities of Nature Scrape us Into Frailty.

Viewing Death as The End of a Journey, as Opposed
To The Beginning of Something Spectacular.

                                                
               - The Flame Collapses -


The Bearer of All Life and the Initiator Of Creation,
Has Come To Reclaim it's Abusive Population.

We Think in Spirals and Weave Through Untrustworthy
Miracles, Polluting Ourselves With Spirituality.


               - We Are The Damned -

  - And The Fire Will Burn Through Our Skin -


Details | Quatrain | |

Day Dreams

All alone she sits
in the afternoon sun
day dreams fill her mind
of all that shes done

A life so fulfilled
every wish has come true
what more can she want
what more can she do

In her day dreams
she's the girl with it all
wishing it were reality
its a wish that's so tall


Details | Didactic | |

Our Journey

In a house of butter, sleep, solaced by an arcane gold
Lined with velvet carpets coy in lavish modesty.
Dulcet tones elapsing past the sundry finished chambers
Forever home though you know not, in all its bogus truth.

Sine qua non until by storm one’s armor will be melted
A bullion sham of hope and loss that weeps through losing eyes.
Open doors and draining light—then death!—but life as well—
Rebuild with oozing bricks will you, or venture, start anew.

The sun will set, the moon will rise, by pale light you must march
Trekking through the vast unknown, too cold, lost, unaided
Stumbling over roots and stones, desperate, but for what? For what?
As endless space goes stretching on, and you, along with it.

By night rain falls and dark turns black and hunters feed on light
By day you skip and smile through a sea of watching eyes.
Drink your fill from dried up ponds that give you no reflection
Find your way by shards of stars that grant no light, you think.

Labored steps, a fall—no rise; on tip-toes you must bound
As string unravels endlessly and lives go flying by.
Groping through the boundless night for what you can’t obtain
Dragged across a rough terrain, keen prisoner of faith.

But the human eye will change, and adapt to the dark
So the rain need fall no more and rise the sun need not.
Yet you still fight, endure the pain for what you call your good
Filing through with head held high, gold glowing at your feet. 

But after war the proudest soldiers turn to rubble dust
And under whited sheets you lie, bile victim of the grippe.
But by the sheets by death you live to see another light
And rest on haunches weary feet to look up at the skies:

I think I saw my revelation dancing in the stars.


Details | Blank verse | |

Journey To The Sun



...for the Rev Shirvell-Price, with respect and affection
 

Morning. The child awakes, 
steps light across his garden.
Windows of the dwelling o'er the glen 
ablaze with sparkling brilliance 
draw his gaze, and peak his curiosity.

Suited for all-comers, with sturdy 
leggings for his Big Adventure, 
he takes on the day, as brave as good 
King Arthur on a mission for the Grail. 

Striding forth, his heart is beating 
like a drum as he tarries by the river 
to bathe his feet in icy water, wolfing down 
the victuals made ready by his mum. 

Trudging up the hillside, harder than 
the journey down, wearying now his steps 
are measured. He needs to claim his dream
though his eyes now see dull sockets where 
the shining should have been. 

Depressed, he sits exhausted to weigh 
the reason why. As he turns, hungry for home, 
his heart is leaping, for basking in the radiance 
of the slowly dying sunset is his own bright shining 
home, its windows glittering like burnished gold!




Details | I do not know? | |

Journey Around The Sun

‘Hold on tight’ said, Captain Earth 'We are about to embark on a journey' 

'How long will it take to go around the Sun?' asked an insignificant somebody' 

'Only three hundred and sixty-five days, my Son. We always arrive on schedule' 

'Oh my word; that’s awfully long! How shall we stay engaged, for three hundred and sixty-five days? Man!' 

'You will do fine, oh negative one. It really is quite simple: Just live your life, wake, eat, sleep and laugh. Earn some pay along the way, maybe even fall in love. Come summertime you’ll take a trip to a tropical paradise. You’ll spend two week on a golden beach, drinking colourful cocktails and getting a tan. At the end you'll celebrate with candles and a cake, and maybe even a party. Then like a bloody merry-go-round we'll all go around again.'


Details | Lyric | |

Under The Tangerine Sky

life is full of choices and chances single’s dances and double romances life moves on while stories are told time can’t be bought, it’s only sold there’s a light that dims each passing day of Sons and Daughters lost along the way Somewhere under the Tangerine Sky it's near impossible to read his face never met the man he tries to replace too high the gamble too high is the cost another year taken and another year lost life moves on while the stories turn gray of Sons and daughters lost along the way Somewhere under the Tangerine Sky He’s a ghost from the coast under the hot desert sun the mercury rises and the air is dry bye and bye Somewhere under the Tangerine sky A faded shadow standing in the wind no longer the man he had once been wandering lost and all alone, the price he pays for all the wrong More and more memories fade away of sons and daughters lost along the way Somewhere under the tangerine sky He's a ghost from the coast under the hot desert sun the mercury rises and the air is dry bye and bye Somewhere Under the Tangerine Sky
(repeat chorus) written by Warner Baxter One Knight Stand Productions all rights reserved


Details | I do not know? | |

You're Here No More

You’re Here No More



I used to lie down in a bed full of teddies’ 

But I know I cannot be in that bed anymore
 
In the middle of the night I am missing those bear hugs 

Those warm cotton that used to comfort me whenever I got scared of the whistling sound from the outside 



But it was long gone and I am in a queen size bed where I can only feel the coldness of the night 

No more warm cotton to make me feel I’m not alone

No more whistling sound from the outside that will make me feel scared

No more reason anymore for me not to forget you



I can’t find any more reason for me not to let go 

So I’ve decided to stare at my window where flowers of red and yellow blooms 

And there I saw how the rays of the sun struck through those flowers

I was just surprise on how the ray of the sun makes those flowers blooms



How it affects those blooming creatures

How it reach out for us to make them witness

 To witness and to realized that no matter how long the journey 

At the end of that journey we will have the chance to see how beautiful and magical life has prepared for us to see 
					


Details | Narrative | |

My Journey today

I rise from my bed with a smile on my face.
My heart has returned to a very safe place.
All of the bad has vanished without a trace.
I look to the sky and dream of this vast space.


I go for a walk the sun shines in my eyes.
All that I can see is the bluest of skies.
It seems so quiet I could hear a pin drop.
As I continue my journey to reach the top.

Sometimes I wonder will I ever get there,
Other times it seems like I really don’t care.
Things will just happen I wish to be part,
This contentment does grow inside my heart.

The birds are singing as they fly overhead.
I look at the trees they appear to be dead.
I know that are sleeping, taking a winter nap
Soon they will make syrup from the trees sap.

I walk by the pond the light glitters on the top.
It is much like a mirror I see my face as I stop.
The reflection shows all the beauty, that surrounds,
A wind gently blows some leaves across the ground.

Though I’ve been here before today seems so new,
Everything I see as well as everything that I do.
It almost as if I’m seeing for the very first time,
I find some new rungs on this ladder I climb.

I take in all the sights and then it’s time to go.
The sun high in the sky my shadow does show.
The more that I see the less that I seem to know,
The peace in my heart shall continue to grow.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Desert Edge (part two)

On comes a traveler from lands that I have not wandered only visited
Bringing with him memories of the pains I have borne through my life
Like the desert whose dunes I dared only once to climb when youth held me fast
A fleeting grasp, a tentative hold that was as it must be for us all I have come to see
In those valleys of sand where the sun drank from my body ravenously to crack my skin
I saw only once the whispering vision of life in the distance
Shimmering in the heat of the burning sands stood an oasis many miles deeper
So I set out with that vision hardly in my mind across the desert
Over mountainous dunes and into abyssal valleys with the sun raking my back
I walked and then I crawled when my feet became blistered stumps rubbed raw
I crawled until my hands and knees bled
I crawled until I held my head high no longer
Still I wandered, still I moved despite the sand choking my eyes closed
I crawled my body burned and my eyes blinded by sun and sand
Only to find my way back to this shack on the Desert’s edge
My journey had betrayed me I believed
My journey had twisted me all around I thought
Until today when came a wanderer through the desert forge
To sit down and rest with heavy sigh and cloud of slowly settling sands

On his shoulder sat a grey old owl watching me silently with eyes of tired wisdom
In his arms the man carried his second friend a satyr with ivory pipes to match his horns
I nodded in quiet solitude rocking back and forth in my old wooden chair

So it was that we listened to the gentle creaking of the wood
Listened to thunder rolling in off the great Blue Divide
Listened to wind shushing through the leaves of Heaven’s Gate
Felt the heat wafting over us from the Desert’s edge

Neither of we two speaking, only listening until at long last with the sun beginning to set
The satyr stirred just enough to lift the pipes to his lips and then to play
A hauntingly sweet song of blissful sorrow like age-old memories of lost youth
And we listened to him play his song long into the night
Until the stars failed to shine and the curtain of day touched the veil of dreams

“Time to leave, time to go, time to say farewell
For there are roads still to travel and I have yet much to see
And so long a way to go,” he said with a quiet voice of strength


Details | Rhyme | |

Suns journey

Where once samurai roam with katanas on the side
Where now electromagnetic trains glide
Where tsunami comes with a tide 
In Japan sun has raised silver blue moon to hide

 The sun goes on to Mongolian plane
Sometimes fallowing airplane
As it looks at saiga antelope its heart is filled with pain
There were once so many of them on the plane

It stops by Primoyre
It looks upon when Siberian tiger will snore
It already glided through Australia’s shore
In Syria it caresses with its light crusaders’ castles from ancient lore

As the zenith comes it is shining upon pharos tomb 
Because of its light this tomb
This pyramid for a soul is a womb 
On the way through Europe it saw sage bloom

As it flies through the ocean sunset is a dream
The orange and violet beauty of sunset will gleam
Below it in ocean sharks and whales will swim
Antigravity boats will one day replace motor boats as they replaced ones powered by steam

 Now the sun is above Great lakes
It traveled long distance from the moment it wakes
As it looks down at children eating cakes
It marvels at their innocence yet wonders what each later of the world makes

As it goes to Alaska it also stops by the Golden Gate Bridge 
It admires men who build it with skill and courage
But it knows that even though for long time will last the bridge
It is nothing compared to counter balance to life that created sun’s visage



Details | Free verse | |

JOURNEY TOWARDS BETTER DAYS

The end is way too far
The road is full of pitfalls
He has no shoes
But his bare feet are ready
To endure the suffering
Waiting for them all along the road
For he is on the journey of survival
And the rules are tough
No mistake is allowed
No excuse is valid
He is racing against time
And he needs to get there the sooner
But the sky is cloudy
The wind is blowing
And the thunder is roaring
He is terrified to death
And wants to kneel down on his knees
As a sign of helplessness 
He wants to surrender
But suddenly, a voice coming from within
Whispers these words into his ears:
"Fear not suffering
Fear not traps
Fear not darkness
Be not afraid
Have faith in Him
And save room for joy
Because time to celebrate is no longer far
The dawn will pass
And the sun will rise
Things will come naturally
For after spring
Summer must come
And the sun will shine bright right upon your head".


Details | Verse | |

Journey To The Sun

...for the Rev. Eric Shirvell-Price
    

Morning; the child awakes, 
steps lightly 'cross the threshold 
of the courtyard.

eyes of the castle 
o'er the glen ablaze with sparkling 
brilliance draw his gaze, and 
peak his curiosity.

Suited for all-comers with sturdy 
leggings for his Big Adventure, 
he takes on the day, as brave as good 
King Arthur on a mission for the Grail. 

Striding forth, his heart is beating 
like a drum as he tarries by the river 
to bathe his feet in icy water, wolfing down 
the victuals prepared by a Queen. 

Trudging up the hillside harder than 
the journey down, wearying now his steps 
are measured. He needs to claim his dream
though his eyes now see dull sockets where 
the shining should have been. 

Depressed, he sits exhausted to weigh 
the reason why. As he turns, hungry for home, 
his heart is leaping, for basking in the radiance 
of the slowly dying sunset is his own bright shining 
castle, eyes glittering like burnished gold!


Details | Narrative | |

Journey To The Sun

...for the Rev. Eric Shirvell-Price

   adapted from the children's short story
  'The House With The Golden Windows.'


Morning; the child awakes, 
steps lightly 'cross the threshold 
of the courtyard.

Windows, eyes of the castle 
o'er the glen ablaze with sparkling 
brilliance draw his gaze, and 
peak his curiosity.

Suited for all-comers with sturdy 
leggings for his Big Adventure, 
he takes on the day, as brave as good 
King Arthur on a mission for the Grail. 

Striding forth, his heart is beating 
like a drum as he tarries by the river 
to bathe his feet in icy water, wolfing down 
the victuals prepared by a Queen. 

Trudging up the hillside harder than 
the journey down, wearying now his steps 
are measured. He needs to claim his dream
though his eyes now see dull sockets where 
the shining should have been. 

Depressed, he sits exhausted to weigh 
the reason why. As he turns, hungry for home, 
his heart is leaping, for basking in the radiance 
of the slowly dying sunset is his own bright shining 
castle, eyes glittering like burnished gold!


Details | Narrative | |

Journey To The Sun (repost)

...for the Rev. Eric Shirvell-Price
    

Morning; the child awakes, 
steps lightly 'cross the threshold 
of the courtyard.

eyes of the castle 
o'er the glen ablaze with sparkling 
brilliance draw his gaze, and 
peak his curiosity.

Suited for all-comers with sturdy 
leggings for his Big Adventure, 
he takes on the day, as brave as good 
King Arthur on a mission for the Grail. 

Striding forth, his heart is beating 
like a drum as he tarries by the river 
to bathe his feet in icy water, wolfing down 
the victuals prepared by a Queen. 

Trudging up the hillside harder than 
the journey down, wearying now his steps 
are measured. He needs to claim his dream
though his eyes now see dull sockets where 
the shining should have been. 

Depressed, he sits exhausted to weigh 
the reason why. As he turns, hungry for home, 
his heart is leaping, for basking in the radiance 
of the slowly dying sunset is his own bright shining 
castle, eyes glittering like burnished gold!


Details | Verse | |

Journey to the Sun

..for the Rev. Eric Shirvell-Price


Morning; the child awakens, 
steps lightly 'cross the threshold 
of the courtyard.

Windows, eyes of the castle 
o'er the glen ablaze with sparkling 
brilliance draw his gaze, and 
peak his curiosity.

Suited for all-comers with sturdy 
leggings for his Big Adventure, 
he takes on the day, as brave as good 
King Arthur on a mission for the Grail. 

Striding forth, his heart is beating 
like a drum as he tarries by the river 
to bathe his feet in icy water, wolfing down 
the victuals prepared by a Queen. 

Trudging up the hillside harder than 
the journey down, wearying now his steps 
are measured. He needs to claim his dream
though his eyes now see dull sockets where 
the shining should have been. 

Depressed, he sits exhausted to weigh 
the reason why. As he turns, hungry for home, 
his heart is leaping, for basking in the radiance 
of the slowly dying sunset is his own bright shining 
castle, eyes glittering like burnished gold!


Details | Narrative | |

SUN POEM

cascading light 
washing over me 
on sunlit wings 

fierce golden glow 
feather edged sundancer 

sun light in your heart 

goose pimples of pleasure 
sun trickling drops of pure gold light 
dapple on me 

sunbreathing,basking sunshine 
golden wings soar 
rush of warm wind, 
blinding white light 

blue silence 
calm of mind 
flex of golden wing 
on sunlit clouds of white 

pure joy of golden light 
pure joy golden flight 

feather of mind 
feather of heart 

sunlit heart 

breathe me 
soft golden journey 
my journey 
your journey