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Details | Ballad | |

Death of the Poet Destroyer

~The Untold Fatal Attraction Poem~

Mid-morning she sees the sun ahead
Her death flowed in a messaged bottle
Gazing into her brown eyes upon all open sores,
Her conscience dark and gray a never-ending war!
A giant cyclone of a thousand thoughts swirled around this little girl.
Inflicting away the pain, through the comfort of others pen
The way she twisted and twisted life’s perception was out of her control
Inside she knew the glass slipper was never hers to show off
She is baring nothing but a tainted pen, walking throughout eternity’s sand
A prosecutor of misdeeds, accomplishing what, without knowing the way
Departing from her fractured self, she begins to slip into a righteous form,
Twirling her twilight's pen like a baton, spinning it to one final stand
She awakens in a dream, where her sadness does not allow the light to reform
Her body is weak and pale against the birth of her undying sun
Staring down into the deepness of every-bodies abyss
Inside all souls is where she felt lighter, than the retarded sun gives
A crimson sky follows her just to reveal her diminished soul,
A life of shunning out the city glow will always dwell deep inside her
Sleeping under society as one, insulting the taste of innocent blood
Forgetting the vengeance, in a dimension where the pen is mightier than the sword
How did she let it come to this?
In one feeling she fell in love with the spirit of the living rhyme 
Watching from a cave, with a diabolical look
Refusing to grasp the self - nature and kill off the destroyer's will
A price beyond this enigmatic world, craving to be just like them
Condemning her meaning to a blasphemy of white butterflies
Destroying her poetic meaning that was destined to dance a tangle of endless rage
In love with the essence of her deceased will
She clings on to the dimness and brilliance at the same time
All corpses lost beyond the girl in question,
Sympathetic in a bizarre language, she mutters out sweetness
Her heart mended, recognizing all the adoration and poetic addiction
Exchanging the real terror, fixated by the life force of her poetic destruction
Giving birth to a new revelation
Now she will never deceive her love for the making of true art,
Not wanting to belong in this wretched world with her destroying criteria,
Her soul sails looking for a new era where love will no longer generate
As she loathes the love and decides not to destroy this generation with hate

At last, longing this one day with the angel of death
With a closing teardrop, one last thought
My death will not be the end; only the ascension~


Details | Concrete | |

The Eternal Tree

I am Alive    Forever and always         Essence        Rebirth        Renewal
          I have earth to ground me      I have wind to move me   I have fire to cleanse         
     my     spirit        I have rain      to quench    my thirst    for growth
                      I have sun to    enlighten me        feed me  I am my own mother
              and an extension of the whole     I am   Earth         wind
                       rain   sun  fire    I am as old as life  and I am     as young
   as time   I am shelter to those who seek me   I am a bird  a flower and  the breath
              of the earth itself        I am exactly where I want to be     I am life
       I am first and last  the beginning and the end   I am one from many
                        I am what I am   I live  I grow  and I die. I am  Reborn unto myself
                                                          I am the great circle                   
                                                           My limbs know no                          
                                                           Boundaries; while                            
                                                           My leaves whisper                      
                                                           The one truth of the                      
                                                           Whole  through the           
                                                           Seasons changing
                                                            Colors that I wear 
                                                            Upon my   heart's                  
                                                            Sleeve, I'm home
                                                           To Earth Mother’s
                                                           Melodious  Life; I
                                                           Sing for the whole
                                                         World to hear - trees
                                                       Are Earth Mother's Song
                                                       Blowing 'round the leafy            
                                                  Globe; eyes of the world song 
    {{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Of the Mother   breath of the living   soul of the earth }}}}}}}}}}}}

***Senses evoked here are: Touching, Tasting, Hearing, Smelling and Seeing
***Elements evoked are: Water, Wind, Earth Metal, and Fire

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

My Window

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

Details | Rhyme | |

When The Sun Sets

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

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

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

Details | Verse | |

Art of the heart

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

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

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

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

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

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

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Lake, Water and Sun

Lake, Water and Sun

Blue lake stirs the youthful mind,
water shines then invites us on in.
Sunshine covers this rare new find
as delight gives each a big grin-
the youthful mind, invites us on in.

Work done, we have no more chores
sweet time for living life instead.
Sun beams hot upon these shores-
cool waters splashes upon each head-
upon these shores, living life instead

Is this a Nirvana with a bad twist,
rhapsody set to fine angelic tunes;
love leaping through a watery mist?
Will love burn out into the dunes-
with a bad twist...out into the dunes.

Details | Rispetto | |

Purple Horizon Proud

The sun rose bright red not a dark cloud in sight
           Few whispy cotton clouds spread around blue sky
Redtail Hawk in sky left nest for morning flight
          On those cold air currents he did swiftly fly

Door was opened by east north easterly wind
           Letting out illness, death, want_then in comes health
The sun set covered in dense clouds_cold its shroud
           Will it rise in morn purple horizon proud

Details | Acrostic | |

Every Day

Slow is the sun knowing that I am already awake...
Unwilling are these eyes to search that which has already been seen
Now, time waits upon my hands to make something unknown
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

Moments becomes hours for me, when I see the others smile in minutes
Old is my mouth; for not having strength for such movements 
Now, time waits upon my hands to make something unknown
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

This mind, beats so much more than this heart
Unwilling are these eyes to search that which has already been seen
Easy is the wind to those that welcome its flirty touch
Soft are the sounds of the leafs being crushed
Dazing is the street light, when watched throughout the night
Animals pass and smell my sent; small acquaintances if you might
Yonder noises: added ingredients, to help imagination take a flight

Watching children play
Eying women walk
Dim; the lights will say
Nothing seems to stop
Everyone's alive
Sadly, so am I
Death's a friend to each one of us
All of us will cry
Yelling out: Come friend, tears will not shed mine

This mind, beats so much more than this heart
How heavy is the rain on a wet coat longed?
Undisturbed is the playing of my high school song
Rusty is my skin, but I not worry for it to be touched
Sounds of other voices keep me hushed
Dealing with myself so long
Aging is my only grown
Yield please earth, been so still, I feel you spin

Friday games I never win
Reaching out to grab myself
Inside me, there is no help
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

Slow is the sun knowing that I am already awake
Awake to feel the air up above me
Tumbling down in quakes
Riding upon hopelessness
Dying upon wait
Alone with my heart inside
Yearning for her to stay...

Details | Sonnet | |

Crimson Sky

There’s scarlet within the warm sky tonight A crimson feel that envelopes alright I love the sight of every form of red Yellow seeps in with orange that bled World moves effortlessly along with this The colors of majestic times you wish I see the sky this dusk with awe and glee Seemingly to make me complete and free A crimson sky beams with peace and delight Sun dips into the ground and out of sight Birds recognize this beauty and dips down Reaches in the heart of the glow around Tranquil with love through the entry parlor The sky is filled with an awesome color
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Details | Pantoum | |

Ever Turning Circle

In winter’s white, as angels cry
for early spring to warm the wind,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned.

For early spring to warm the wind,
at Valentine’s romantic calls,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls.

At Valentine’s romantic calls,
rebirth of nature’s light divine,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls,
and blossoms pastel shades recline.

Rebirth of nature’s light divine,
when day equals the hours of night,
and blossoms pastel shades recline,
to hail the queen of May in light.

When day equals the hours of night,
a summer’s sun will come to play,
to hail the queen of May in light,
we chant and sing along the way.

A summer’s sun will come to play,
so life can grow as gods decreed,
we chant and sing along the way,
with warmth and light our hunger feed.

So life can grow as gods decreed,
the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
with warmth and light our hunger feed,
the wealth of harvest is our own.

The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
in autumn breeze that chills the heat,
the wealth of harvest is our own,
as gold and red belies our feet.

In autumn breeze that chills the heat,
a year that ends with blessed Samhain,
as gold and red belies our feet,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign.

A year that ends with blessed Samhain,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign,
in winter’s white, as angels cry.

Details | Free verse | |

Within The Clouds

it stormed again in her heart last night
     wild slashing rain
driving hard against the walls
     battering the beat
     and riding the heat
shattering wailing zephyrs
this tempest bemoans her

it stormed again in her heart last night
      hard pulsing thunder
and raw rhythms that quake
and she alone to feel the pain
stark and dark Kentucky rain
tearing past her guard
to lay blasted and bleeding

it stormed again in her heart last night
where daffodils should bloom
where the sun light is cast aside
and tulips weaken and fold
     cherries lose their hold
lightening has shadowed eyes
willow boughs must always weep

it stormed again in her heart last night
as she alone watched the sun die
fragile hands, and hollow cheeks
    torn and worn, the shattered
in the red and blue that mattered
in a dark lake beneath the crying moon
     that is where the tears go

Details | Narrative | |

Summer Scent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Details | Kyrielle | |


The sun will rise,the sun will set,
no more love will life beget;
The day will break,the moon to rise,
no more love,as this life dies;
The Summer heat,or Winter cold,
no more love will this life hold;
The Autumn fall,and Springtime green,
no more again,will love be seen;
The wheat will shoot,the grass will grow,
no more again sweet love to know;
The grape will ripen on the vine
no more,no more will love be mine.

inspired after reading an essay by Nicholas Ferrar(1592-1637) the English ascetic of the Little 
Gidding community(was also TS Eliot's inspiration foth the last of his Four Quartets).

Details | Free verse | |

The Stars Are Mine Tonight

I guide my body,
but my soul I do not.
My mind.
My feelings.
They've slowly broken apart.

The darkness screams at me,
trying to reel me in.
"they're gone," they say.
"you're nothing but pitty and sin."

Though most think it's hard to step foot in this place,
it takes true strength to find another way.

As the black swallows me whole,
I see a million bright lights.
I lay there in my sorrow,
and know the stars are mine tonight.

Somehow they -- uniquely twinkling --
take my feelings on adventures to slow my breathing.

They strongly look through me,
and have my mind soaked
with things like courage, and happiness, and hope.

I lay there for hours until their vivid wisdom fades.
the dreadful transition of night to day.

When the sun gradually peaks over the horizon,
I notice the pain in my hand from clenching my knife.
But as the light shines upon me,
the only feeling I have is the feeling of life.

I stand face to face with the greatest star of all.
Feeding off of its power, I break down my wall.

The sun shows me the paths that I have to choose from,
but it's up to me to choose the right one.

I'm ready to cut ties with the sadness I hold.
I shall live my life right and pick the right way to go.

I'm eager for night to fall,
to show them that they were right.
They all found their way.
The stars are mine tonight.

Details | Free verse | |

we are stars

people are like stars,
some are younger,
some are older,
some are brighter,
some are darker,
some are bigger,
some are smaller,
but in the end we are all the same.
all together.
shining bright with our personality.
dont care about what other people think.
its their own opinion.
be unique,be you.
you are who you are, and who you are is all their gonna get.
so shine like a star!!!

Details | Lyric | |

Never giving up (Revised)

(Verse 1)
There’s an aching in my back
An my knees are buckling in
My body’s hurt n bruised
friends r’ say ‘n take a step back ‘n relax

got so much on my mind  
faster and faster I here myself say
I cant give up when I’m half way through
pure determination drives me hard and true

Never giving up
I can see it now the sun is shine ‘n on me
Never giving up
I’m almost there the inspiration I need

(Verse 2
The devil can try to slow me down
Putting all those boundaries road blocks round
But without a flinch in my face
I’ll jump up move and around 
My destiny is calling to me 
Got lots to accomplish no time to tire
There’s a sunrise coming up in my face
My dreams are right there I’m following through

(Hook x 2) 
Never giving up
been a long time but the sun is shine ‘n on me
Never giving up
I never looked back now I see inspiration in front of me

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 

August 25,2009 

Details | Rhyme | |

Jackson "worst poem ever"

That summer day was cooling down just right
We kind of borrowed his dad's custom van
But Rick didn't care he said " it's Friday night"
He punched the gas and headed for Jackson

Determined to party, we had beer on ice
The sun went down just when we got to Main
A quarter mile long, so we ran it twice
Nothing going on, this was getting lame

He swung the van around with a big moan
Cranked up the stereo and yawned real wide
Two girls were standing there at the pay phone
We never did stop, I yelled "want a ride"

Someone did said something, so we backed up
We ended up talking about a double date
The pizza parlor across the street, duh
And just thirty minutes later, well we were late

Pam had this gorgeous sun bleached golden hair
Maria was.. Maria was perfect for Rick
We took off for just about anywhere
The lookout point seemed to do the trick

The love that grew between us was so strong
We got married in Jackson, my Mom's plan
I'm a grandpa now, just where I belong
Late, but he did make it, Rick my best man

Details | Free verse | |


The forest was ours—
The trees swayed in
Unison with our steps.
Our words became
Whispers in the wind.
The sun shared silver
Shafts of bright light
Through restless leaves
As you held my face
In your hands and
Tenderly kissed my eyes,
My cheeks, my lips.
I was cradled in the
Warmth of your love.
We reclined on a bed
Of leaves and shared our
Thoughts and dreams
For hours until we watched
The golden sun disappear
Into the twilight sky.

Details | Rhyme | |

The Eastern Sky

Someone dipped their fanbrush
Into the charcoal gray
Painted the sky in whispy clouds
To open up my day

They softeded the dreary color
By telling the sun to rise
Bringing a harvest of cherries 
Right before my sleepy eyes

Thanks be to the benefactor
Who graced my day with surprise
How I love these charcoal mornings
With color in the Eastern sky

The sun has now painted 
The clouds an apricot color
Looks like a gaint female Cardinal
Flying through the air

What a way to begin a day
With color that flies so fair

Details | Narrative | |

Potawatomi's Beginning...

The story I have to tell- was told long ago to me, 
About the creation of the Potawatomi Nation; 
In the beginning the Creator made Anishabe, 
And the Creator told Anishabe to name all of his creations,
 Anishabe set out with a wolf, his companion, 
And he went around naming everything; 
From the mountains and the canyons, 
To the Summer and the Spring; 
He became lonely realizing, he alone had no mate,
 And as he traveled everywhere searching, 
He traveled towards the Great Lakes;
 And there he heard a woman singing, 
Her song was a thing of beauty, 
About the home she was making for them;
 Anishabe crossed the lake to meet her, finally, 
The daughter of the Firekeeper-And quite a gem 
Their’s was the first unity bond, It is where life came from; 
Of each other they were inordinately fond;
 Their union gave life to four sons,
 Each of their sons went a different way, 
The First son traveled North, it’s color is White, henceforth;  
Given the first gift of the Creator-sweet grass-braided in a bouquet, 
He married the daughter of the Spirit of the North; 
The second sun traveled East, into the rising sun, 
He learned that fire is the essence of life; 
He was given the second gift-herbs to speak with the One,
East is the color Yellow, East’s daughter became his wife; 
The third son traveled South, known as “The Way of The Woman”, 
The way of seeds and all that give life, the color of South is Red; 
He was given the gift of cedar-to purify and prepare food for his clan 
And to the daughter of the Spirit of the South he was wed.
 The last son traveled west, towards the mountain highlands, 
He learned that the setting sun represents the circle of life; 
Black is the color of West-Sage was the gift for his hands,
 Married to the Spirit of the West’s daughter, Black stands for strife. 
This is the story of the Creator, That my Grandmother told to me,
 How my culture was started, And what our banner means.

~I've been holding on to this a while-Hope you enjoy the beginning of my culture~

~3rd Place in the "Broad Horizons" Contest by Deborah Guzzi~

Details | Free verse | |

My Sweet October

The sun rises,
The sun sets,
In between,
Life expressed.
Only time.

We live,
We die,
In between,
Only time.

Are you?

Sweet October,
Time after time,
Day after day,
I love you,
Every way.

But you had to go,
You left me here,
With all my fears,
With all my tears.

Strong, forever,
A beautiful life,
Gone as if never.

Remember me,
Where are you,
A life so perfect,
A life so new?

Move on,
Another place,
Another time,
I will be with you.

My sweet October ….

Details | Rhyme | |

Earthly Colors

Terra cotta, craggy rocks
Scattered boulders, building blocks
In shades of sienna, ochre, buff
To form this high and hilly bluff
With sunlit ledges thin and wide
Place for hyraxes to sun and hide

Cerulean, azure, clearest blue
The cloudless sky that does imbue
Aquamarine lake, with cobalt tints
To gently ripple with sparkling hints
Of gleaming, flashy, silvery scales
With speckled bodies and stripy tails

Chartreuse, dappled, shades of green
Of forest, jade and so serene
Leafy, verdant canopy high
With soft and breezy, gently sigh
While down below in shades of lime
Fragrant flowers so sublime

Scented blossoms in fuchsia flush
And ripening berries in magenta blush
And poppies scarlet, crimson reds
Among saffron yellow daisy heads
With tangerine buds on sage green stems
And luminous violets these little gems

While in the distance, misty rose
Of lavender mountains in repose
Against a background, lilac-puce
And threadlike clouds not yet profuse
Blending into salmon pink
As the sun begins to sink

Plain glass inside the window frame
Now stained with colors of fiery flame
The last rays of sunlight on the glass
In incandescent reflecting rays of brass
And the ethereal golden radiance of day
Passing into evening’s own bouquet

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.

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The sun was blaring down 
That August afternoon
When Jesse came into the town 
Of Early Blossom Bloom
The sun had blistered up his skin
His shoes were worn and tired
The clothes he wore upon his back
Was all that he acquired

Jesse was a loner 
Traveled light and all alone
No family he could speak of
No place to call a home
For food and basic shelter
He would trick upon the street
For a twenty dollar bill 
His throat would be a treat

His body aged and weary 
From the life now forced to live
A new found way of living
No man had chose to give
The effort once put forth
Strength he no longer had
To earn an honest living
A concept he didn’t have

What would come of Jesse 
No trade to call his name
In life he loved so many men
Each one a different way
But love for him was just a fix
An action he would show
Not something that would stick around
And nourish his inner soul

He travels to the city 
In hopes to find a friend
One last fool to take
Before giving up his sin
But in this town 
There was no one
To cater Jesse’s ways
No place for him to go and stay
Or a simple bed to lay

He sat down on the park bench
As dusk filled up the sky
Weary from the journey made
In hunger he did cry
In life he played a hell of a dance
No partner came to stay
Deep down afraid 
The city streets
Would be his home to stay

In Jesse’s heart was anger
For the people passed him by
Not one kind word was spoke to him
He sat alone and cried
His prayers of some compassion
Were seemingly unheard
This was life for him now
Banished from the world

He died that night a lonely man
On the park bench all alone
Laid to rest in a lonely grave
The place he now calls home
The life and times of Jesse
Now just a memory 
He was a man most would forget
For shame of his company

Think back on the life and times
That Jesse brought to earth
Would you have shown compassion?
If you seen him all alone
Who is to say who is to judge
For a life lived on the streets
For Jesse it was all he knew
And all he could ever be

Details | Quatrain | |

A Summer Walk

The sun is slowly rising and a soft wind gently blows
We are heading for the beach to feel the sand between our toes
There is something about the summer sun and a walk along the shore
That tends to put your world at peace as you hear the ocean's roar

The sound of children's laughter and the smell of tanning lotion
The taste of salt in the air from the mist coming off of the ocean
Sea gulls against a clear blue sky and a ship with its' sails set
These are days that will live in our memory, days we'll never forget

There are palm trees, music and a carousel as you make your way along
And a young woman in a bikini, her body swaying to an island song
There is a rhythm to the pounding surf, unchanging day to day
That tends to ease a troubled mind and take your blues away

Will you join me in a summer walk and be there at my side
Will you run with me into the water and swim against the tide
There's a bench out on the boardwalk, we can sit a while and talk
Then head back home together as we finish our summer walk.

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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 | Couplet | |

This Time of Year

The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday runs from sun to sun
Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done
I am a lucky man to live this life
Respect of my community and loving wife
Sometimes in life the land yields plenty
The blessings throughout the day are many
As I watch the sunrise to the east
It gives my soul a spiritual feast
For all my friends everywhere
To my Lord a silent prayer
To the north her majesty appears
For all to see beautiful and clear
Forever snowcapped and standing tall
Lady Shasta watches over all
To the south another blessing to see
The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery
It was the Lord that gave them their birth
The shortest mountain range on earth
The coastal mountains to the west
Offers the sun a place to rest
Followed shortly for all to see
The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be
Then comes a moment that is hard
As I head my "Cat" off to the yard
My final ride of this year
My face accepts a single tear
My heart becomes full of sorrow
I inject myself with poison tomorrow
Thats the price that a junkie must pay
Years after he has changed his way
The reason is very clear to see
I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C
I can't stop the fear from flooding in
What will it be like to hold a rig again
Through all the loss and all the gain
I reckon that moment will bring me pain
But through the pain I'm able to see
God has his angels covering me

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Healing Season

Autumn came this summer
on a cool winter's day
Then spring walked in behind her
Then spring soon danced away:
A flower grew beside her
from a freshly fallen pile of snow
And the petals fall onto the ground
shortly after the winds blows:
As quickly as the seasons change
so the same, time does pass
and the memory of frozen ground
is soon your bed of grass:
The time which a flower bares it's bloom
or clouds share their summer rain
Quickly passes with the shifting winds
As it guides away your pain:
My lover spoke just as a friend
As a stranger, then took my hand
As one beginning drew to another end
the setting sun made me understand:
The Earth is not that far around
The sun rises in the day
And as quickly as the lightning strikes
The storm can roll away.

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Solar Plexus ( Sun of The Soul )

Solar Plexus  ( Sun of The Soul )


Centre she holds the light
Connection to description
Concentration of all the names
Of beauty
Filtered from out pouring skies
Entrusted to perception
Before these provoking eyes

Solar Plexus
Third state consciousness
Her Aeon vibration
Proposition to ignite
The sleeping Chakra heart

Sol sustaining
The augury of hope
She proliferates
Never and forever
The coloured combination's 
Of living

Goddess of all she is

And without 
No acuity to perceive
The idylls
Of these convoluted explanations
Of existence
Of awareness

Face of creation
She is
All life’s attractions 
To her radiance and adamantine warmth
Beacon she is
Living cell of solar system
Embodies Galactic entity

And what unknown umbilical
Resounds to this magnitude
Of the ever eternal point
Touches this Galaxy of stars
Space Universal

Extends a phantom finger
Through the vast and the void veils
Extends a phantom finger
And somehow
And reads

Inspired by Christie Moses “ Soul of The Sun “

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Sympathy for the Sun

     Just call it sympathy 
for the sun
      As the moon rises
the sun is displaced
      by a cold orb
The day is over and 
our star has done it's job
Call it sympathy 
for the sun
We're moving under 
a full moon
  Bravely it sends down 
it's bright beams to this 
But for life to prosper 
   we need more light
Night will pass
    We wait for 
the return 
         of the golden orb
   call it sympathy for the sun
     Find that the battle's won
Just call it sympathy for the sun 

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Brought To Awe

When the sun hits the bellies of the humble clouds at dusk
I'm amazed, I'm entranced, I am but a speck of dust.
When the gulf eats the sun in a nibble and a bite
all my senses stand up tall to applaud the gift of sight
When the mountains cradle shadows 'gainst the pink of sunlit trees
you will find me deep in prayer toward the one with wise decrees
And when I'm standing next to you with our two hands intertwined
I am brilliantly alive with the knowledge you are mine...

Details | Romanticism | |

Dream Kisses

The night is young, so as the mornng that i will soon await to arise in your eyes
fallen by the desporate words you speak.
Watching you sleep so peacfully in your sweet dreams. as the wisper of the wind waits for 
you to awake.
My heart is growing old by every minute dreaming softly to your dream kisses.
For i now know that i can't no longer live in your dreams i have to go back to that 
raisin in the sun reality, dried again by the gasping of the wind. i have fallen in love 
but it is now time for me to awake and watch the sun rise, as yesterday's moon grows old. 
while kissing me good-night to your dream kisses, while i'm on cloud nine touching the 

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Swept Away

Mid afternoon, the sun slams down,
On the shifting sands of a coastal town,
The monument points with a gun to the sky,
The heat haze displaced by a seagull’s cry;
On the quay I sit and look out to sea,
At the distance between the horizon and me.

At a quarter to four I have not moved on,
Wearing haunted looks that I thrive upon,
An ice cream melts in a splitting cone,
Seeping through cracks to a twilight zone.
I take a deep breath and rise to my feet,
So cold and alone in the sweltering heat.

At the closing of day, the sun settles down,
The night muscles in on a coastal town,
I drift to the bar and the sea licks the walls
Of the harbour without where the darkness falls.
I look to the dusk for an answer or two,
But there’s no sign of life, and there’s no sign of you.

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Sitting On The Bank

Am sitting on the bank of
The river end..
Holding my head in my
Barely contained, yet I 
While the sun slips in
The distant sky..
The moonlight glitters
And catches the fireflies
From the yesterday
So softly put away for
Memories of all the
Yesterdays mourn..
My head held low as the
Stars animation entertain
My spirit..
To claim my spirit in a
Brighter sun in a world of
Love and light..

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

Sponsor: HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Written by:Sara Kendrick

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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 | Pantoum | |

Too Late to Leave


                                ...The sun rose again the next morning
                                and since then, the days pile up and wait
                                I'm longing to leave too...maybe I'm gone
                                hope is dead and life goes on without me

                                And since then, the days pile up and wait
                                for a return that I know won't be
                                Hope is dead and life goes on without me
                                ignoring the pain of her infinite absence

                                For a return that I know won't be
                                I'm longing to leave too...maybe I'm gone			                 Ignoring the pain of her infinite absence
                                ...the sun rose again the next morning


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Under the Weeping Willow Tree

Under The Weeping Willow

I saw you when we were kids
Playing with blocks on the kindergarten floor
We grew up
You became a beauty
I became a geek
I never had the never had the nerve to talk to you
Then we met

Under the weeping willow down on the shores of the river
We met, we held hands and we kissed
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in happiness
We had found the love we both wanted

I proposed and we wed 
Promising to share our lives from then on
Never to part
I saw the love in your eyes
The geek married the beauty
And the rest of our lives began

Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river
We shared our vows
The rings shined on our finger
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in happiness
We had found the forever we both wanted

Our baby was born on a summer day
The sun was warm and the breeze gentle
She was named willow
And she smiled at the sun shining through the leaves
She loves her mother and father
All the love in the world could be seen in her eyes

Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river
We were the perfect family
A beautiful little girl with a future of love ahead
She brought pure happiness into our lives
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in happiness
We had found the family we both wanted

That winter the love of my life died
She went to sleep
She answered God's call
All her prayers would be answered
I am sure that she was welcomed to Heaven
And given a beautiful pair of wings

Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river
I laid her body to rest
A beautiful love that will last forever
She is smiling because she was loved
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in sadness
The love of my life was gone

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Sun On Treetops

When the sun gently kisses horizon
 Bouncing and bubbling with firey red cheeks
Signals  morn on memory  emblazon
While sunlight dances, my love soft lips seeks

Aroma of coffee wafts on morn's air
As the dove's quiet cooing, their love to seek
Sun on treetops has red kisses to share
Lover_ in morn's sunbeams snuggles will sneak

Delight the sun has brought; wind kisses sought
Great day_ animals rejoice; as sunbeams
Lighting, enlighting, delighting, free thought
Good mornings are filled with many daydreams

While old lovers touch blushing cheek to cheek
Nights are for sleeping ; dreams_lovers for morn
When embrace again_ under covers peek
As the sun kisses horizon love's born

(Rhyming scheme a,b,a, b)

Details | Personification | |


The sunset bids 
quick goodbye.

It leaves behind
Orangey-red days,
Light-grey shadows 
That slowly dips into one's mind.

Details | Haiku | |

- Haiku X 30 - Simple Beauty -


          In the morning sun 
          When a bird flies gracefully 
          Of life's simple things

         A-L Andresen :)

Details | Concrete | |


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

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Thick And Heavy

                       The fog lies like a thick blanket over my city
                         It is gray, damp and heavy to breathe in
                         Grey and wet ..... gives me a headache
                     Morning turns to night, without any difference
                         I have to get the light and the sun back
                                 Neither cat or dog will go out
                                  I've heard about rain dance
                           Now I would like to take a sun dance
                              Will you join with me in my dance

A-L  Andresen :)

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Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.

Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.

Details | Free verse | |

We Welcome the Sun

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 

A gleaming sunrise is seen in the distance – shedding relief 
Bursting forth like fireworks in the dark blue sky 
Hues of beauty and sincerity washes away our grief
The cheery clouds come together like lovers embracing one another

I’m never waving goodbye
It’s so surreal… and magnificent to see this scene unfold
You lift up the sparkling light… you’re an angel from up above
It’s so vibrant – the illuminated sight never dulled 
You bring us luck and excitement – 

You’re as pleasant as a dove 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the love
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To omit the darkness 
To abolish the distress
To conceal the darkness
And reveal the halo
Hovering around your head
Burning away the dread 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun

An ocean of love is rubbing against my feet
Blankets of comfort embrace me now… our love will never dry
You treat us with reverence and I repeat – 
You’re as pleasant as a dove – taking wing from on high 
We welcome the sun in the morning 
We welcome the sun with open arms
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun 

A speedy breeze is whistling in my ears
Spiraling mad like a spinning top
Spiraling mad with all of its might 
You’re very intriguing – you casted away our fears 
Your gorgeous eyes
Project bright green and blue
You’re special in His sight 
He welcomes you
We welcome the hope 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To lighten up your load 
And lead you to the mercy road
Where you and I will escape to paradise
To drive out all of the negativity
To conceal the wretched farewells
To reveal the light in goodbye 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome you
With open arms 

Details | Tanka | |

'Space and Time'

Space and time, matter,
energy, gravity, light,--
the laws of physics,
both known and unknown, and we
are children of the Big Bang.

Into the night sky
I gaze, awed by space and time
and the wide expanse 
of the Milky Way, a dot
among endless galaxies.

Through this soup and stew
of space and time, dark matter,
and dark energy
they spin and swirl and collide,
filling this big universe!

Our own Milky Way
formed from this vast space and time
and sprouted our Earth,
this blue orb circling the Sun,--
the cradle of all known life.

Space and time, matter,
energy, gravity, light,--
the laws of physics,
both known and unknown, and we
are children of this Cosmos.

02/17/2014; for "Space & Time" Contest

Details | Verse | |

2012 Is Old - - 2013 Is New

                                             The year 2012 is old
                                             it belongs to the past
                                               The sun has risen
                                        and the sun has gone down
                                          Some wishes are fulfilled
                                                others are not
                                              Days with smiles
                                            and days with crying
                                                 A child is born
                                                   some dies
                                                Love and Hate
                                                 Peace or War
                                               Sorrow and Joy
                                Days, weeks and months have passed
                          Now we stand in front of a brand new year 2013
                             What will we do, the possibilities are endless
                                             HAPPY NEW YEAR!

A-L  Andresen :)

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And so the snow
Continues to blow
The wind
It's driving force

The hills, once brown with sand 
Took on a new face today
White until the barest rocks
Almost did not exhist

Then the sun did come out
The temp twenty at it's height
Nothing happened all was still
The mountain cold and white

Ten days went by, the Holidays passed
All was beautyful to behold
Ten inches of snow but it took help
Before I got to go

My readings done 
My groceries bought
I breathed a sigh
And went back home

That night on the TV
The weather man did grin
Ducked his head, cleared his throat
And then he did begin

"An arctic front is coming in
Lots of snow and dangerous wind"
And so I ordered more propane, gritted my teeth
 "Here we go again"

The build up of snow like last time
This time never came
The snow did come but before it built
The wind had then stepped in

The number of inches was hard to guess
But the drifts began to grow,
I watched the ghosts swirl and sway
And dance among the rocks all day

Day one, day two, the beginning of three
The sun does have a scheen
And as like the day before
It's the wind predicts the scene

As the sun begins to think of rest
It high lights the bare ridges
And the shadows of the drifts
Has not the ghosts hidden

I went to Church today
And had ease of mind
I no longer feared the ice and snow
I just sprinkled salt where I wanted to go

Cile Beer

Details | List | |

Virtues To Vices

Rainbows painted in the sky
White daffodils singing in the rain 
Drops of dew glistening in the morning sun 
Clear desert pools of cold spring water
Red plump strawberries nestled in green beds
Summer mountain meadows of grasses and  blooming flowers 
Golden stands of Aspen glowing in the setting sun 
Scented pines and carpets of needles baring naked warmth
Autumn leaves of red yellow and brown fluttering in the waning sun 
Thunder and lightening flashing banners across the sky
Flooding rains and hurricanes calling an end to summer
Silent snowflakes underneath dark fluffy clouds
Winters brown weeds standing tall and lean 
Black mud oozing through naked feet 
Dirty snow melting in the city streets
Dead stumps rotting in the ground
Marsh gas wafting up between your toes 
Mosquitoes swarming after your eyes and nose
Clouds of flies feasting on earthly remains

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Haiku 8 - bees and butterflies, ants in action, shimmering pools

what new plant is this
flowering bees this morning
and butterflies too?

running to and fro
a group of ants in action
searching for food

bathed in the sunshine
shimmering pools of water
pulsating with life

Details | Blank verse | |

Gentle Ripples Passing - Lake Kariba

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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


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Deliberately inching its way toward break of day,
The morning sun begins to emblazon the barley field.
Relaxing and watching the orb find its way,
The lady of the house waits for night to yield.
Like every morning, she is seated there,
Enjoying the dew scented breeze on her veranda.
Feeling its coolness on her scalp while combing her hair,
And the warmth of the rising sun becoming grander.
Her mind wanders back to the city of her birth,
Just over the rise, beyond the barley field’s treasure,
Lies the city with the most famous name on earth,
Where, in her youth, she was a lady of pleasure.

To Rachab went all of Jericho’s possession,
By decree of God, for which Achan was stoned.
For this soldier could not control his obsession,
Though aware the city’s riches were God’s own.
With God’s grace, Rachab’s wisdom grew,
And she made the city’s outskirts her spread.
Her land into a field of grain did accrue,
A breadbasket from which hordes were fed.
Her hires were the finest laborers in the land
And were busy harvesting barley all spring.
She paid the very best wage to every man,
Cause her crop was the best early rains could bring.

The fields and glades, that gave her pasture form,
Seemed sensuous in every contour and rise.
At daybreak, contrasting tones were the norm,
Painted artfully by the brightening skies.
Mounds appeared convexly round breasts,
Lovingly sculpted over a span of human girth,
Whose beauty was able to put the heart to a test,
As the machinery of memory rotates the earth.
Babbling brooks flowed from shady nooks,
Giving refreshment to denizens of land and sky,
Producing a scene of green worthy of  picture books,
That not one skilled artist would dare deny. 

Gingerly she rose the doorway torch to quench,
Watching the shrinking darkness become shadows.
Rachab calmly returns to her veranda bench,
To observe butterflies dance above the meadows.
In her dreams, she envisions a more golden age,
When royalty would be attributed to her seed.
A zephyr flows over her mind turning the page,
But she still aspires the prospect of the throne to accede.
What a lovely story to behold just beginning to dawn,
Rising out yonder, just beyond the horizon of time.
How we yearn to see that age return, now long forgone,
So our hearts may once again be joyous and sublime.  

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Scent of Paddy Flower

Scent Of Paddy Flower

                                   By Goutam Hazra


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.
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
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 
with the scent of paddy flower.”
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.”

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
roaring always
pouring unwanted
like an unkind monster
flooded misery
in the life of a simple farmer?

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.

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’.
but I found the basic
what it remain
as life’s supreme conviction 
‘simply a fist full of paddy
and its grain’.

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 
with the scent of paddy flower.”

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

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Bronze, Silver and Gold

Bronze, silver and gold Caught in the sun so light The momentous reveal of every fight Wishes we are never told Caught in the sun so light Bronze faces contrite Wishes we are never told Faces much too bold Bronze faces contrite Compared to crinkled green notes Wishes we are never told Survival’s fight Compared to crinkled green notes The momentous reveal of every fight Survival’s fight Bronze, silver and gold

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.

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The Unseen Miles

Yeah I can get so hyped up with life so high I'm so freaking verbally drunk like a psycho,
 Mind so wrong nothing in my vocabulary at that time in my mind can get right though,
 A piece of this hate cake in this corrupt dictionary I'm going to have to take a bite though,
 Whether the answer is written in hell yeah or heck no, 
Im going to shoot through your deer less body like a scoped out rifle, 
You just another liar if you say my words aint make your mind shake and awake with a stifle,
 Im shooting sideways, up, down, so much I get high low, 
I could be telling true lies when you see my fake gun ridden smiles, 
I might just shoot self in head because Im getting a little too suicidal, 
Im in need of God because I keep skipping planned revivals, 
Im reading the rhyme master Shakespeare I aint reading the Bible, 
Im playing with word bullets shiny as a burning star struggling for simple survival,
 I want people to tell the truth but cant help but keep telling themselves lies though,
 Hiidden demons in the book of lifes closet dont tell me how it is because I know,
 I too onced played with life like a toy plastic as Tyco, 
Im going to stand out in this world like the tower of Eifel, 
Im going to bring out all my freaking hidden poetic files, 
Im putting word ryhme puzzles together like floor tiles 
Im going to do it now not later gator or after while crocodile, 
I got little time in life left on the sun dial, 
I got but few years or even months left before I face my ultimate trial, 
But first Im going to have some fun into the night sun until I get riled, 
But family comes first I must start to think of my own seed, my very own child, 
I got to stop the ways of living stupid like Im out of hand so wild, 
I must drink from the fountain of life like the Egyptians do from the Nile, 
Pull my own way out this ****ing trash, this bull *****pile, 
I got to stay strong in the mean time because everything in life takes a little while,
 Sometimes I dont give a **** about nobody because it feels as if I have nothing to live for, but now I got a child I would die for
 So now I must keep living because if I die I know I would leave behind a child behind that I would cry for,
 I must walk that road less traveled like a car breaking down on the open road still trying to idle,
 Walking amongst greats is going to be my own personal hypo, 
I will walk strong in the days that I die in my last UNSEEN MILES......

Details | Free verse | |


                       Scarlet sun spread your
                       Beauty upon the world, as
 You emerge from beneath the mere, cobalt
Springs amongst the meadows…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
Your reflection glimmers amid
Waltzing oceans of euphoria…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You penetrate feathery clouds
Of white, ascending…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
Your radiation of shimmering light
Evaporates crystals of water droplets,
Sliding on blooming petals…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
You embellish the sky with 
Your flickering smiles…  

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You disappear along with 
The shining sky, into a sacred world
You beautify…


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 | Concrete | |

Trip Twist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Details | Free verse | |

My way My end

My medicine is all in the mind.
My hope rises with the sun of tomorrow. 
My mouth is the ocean the sword and the feather.
My heart is the sky the key the sun and the moon.
My flesh and bones is a cage My blood keeps it alive.
My flaws gave birth to my near oh so near perfection.
My tarnished shoes, scares and scabs is true beauty.
My mind is clay shaped by every encounter.
My hunger is food .
My failure is success.
My weakness is strong.
My darkness illuminates the light.
My soul is my wealth. 
My ticket to paradise. 
My flesh is the shovel that toils
to earn the validity of that ticket. 
My way.
My end.

Details | Free verse | |

How The Sun Was Made

Before man, there was only twilight upon the earth. The earth was divided by two realms, realms, not kingdoms; one above the earth, the Sky, ruled by the birds. The other, the Land, upon the earth, ruled by the beasts.

In the sky, among the clouds, was a large pile of firewood. How it got there is unknown.
It is believed to be there as a resting place for birds not wanting to rest on land.

One twilight, an enormous eagle dove toward the land. His dive caused an emu on the land to panic, thinking it was being attacked, the emu jumped up and struck the eagle. 

The eagle and the emu began a heated argument, then began to fight. The emu, in anger, plucked an eagle feather. The eagle, in its rage, swooped over to the emu nest, grabbing one of her huge eggs in its beak, soared skyward.

As the eagle climbed, he swung his head throwing the egg higher into the sky. The emu
screeched in horror as the egg smashed against the firewood. The yoke breaking, sparked, igniting the firewood, lighting up both realms of the earth.

Suddenly, the earth was bright and beautiful. All were dazzled, but soon relaxed, as the
fire begin to warm. The leader of the Sky saw the light and the warmth it produced as good.

He saw as the fire burned, it produced more heat and comforted all. It also began to
decrease the light and got cooler as the firewood went out. This was a bad thing, he
called all the birds together to gather firewood to keep the fire burning.

As the fire became coals, the light again returned to twilight and darkness.
The birds worked for hours to replenish the firewood.

As they began to pile wood upon the coals, the fire reignited. As the fire got bigger,
there was more light, and warmth. 

When the birds had piled on all the wood gathered, the fire again began to decrease in
light and warmth.

Again each twilight, the birds would gather firewood for hours.

After an undetermined time, light and the darkness defined. As the earth warmed and became more beautiful, the realms became one.

The Spirit of the earth saw what the birds had done and what had become of the earth was good. He moved the fire outward from the earth and made it burn all the time.

He made the earth turn. Day and night were created. The birds and the beasts were one with the earth.

The spirit of the earth was pleased. He had created the heavens and the earth, reaching into the earth, he grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands, Smiling, saying all is good, He created Man.

Details | Free verse | |

The River Of Life

They walked together side by side -
the old man and the boy
on the bridge across the river
They could have walked thus 
across the river of life
with its eternal flow
I watched them
and thoughts filled my mind
of the un-bridged gap
between their lives

The old man -
with faltering step
he moves slowly on
His life has  been lived
and his house is in order
as he patiently awaits
the call of his maker
What are his thoughts 
at this moment 
as he moves on?

Are they thoughts of pain and sorrow
over some incident in the past
so difficult to bear
that after all these years
the wound is not yet healed?

Are they of someone he loved as a youth
but lost through folly?
Was she beautiful?
Did her eyes sparkle 
like the sunlight 
on the water below?
He looks at the water
sighing deeply
and nods his head

Or is he thinking of the young one at his side
so innocent
so pure
soon to be plunged into a world 
where life rushes madly on?
How shall he fare?
Who will warn him of the pitfalls?

These thoughts plague the old man's mind
and hurt his noble heart
But then he smiles as he remembers
that in his younger days
his eager spirit wanted to taste and feel
the sting of life's joys and sorrows 
by itself

There is no substitute for experience
for though we know we may be hurt
in love or life
yet we walk on toward the very thing
that may hurt us so

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Come Dance Again

~**~ To reach out and touch you Feel your warmth on my skin So intangible So surreal As sun sets on pillows And mist laden sorrows The dark windswept willows Now sleep till tomorrow Then come dance again As the sun sets up high And the whispering wind Carries a soft kiss of Spring rain As sun sets on pillows And snow covered mountains The crash of swift rivers Lift fleeting light fountains As dainty droplets fall Sending you sweet kisses Springs soft kiss of rain Come dance again As sun sets on pillows And oceans set motions The sweet songbirds chorus Fills a million emotions To reach out and touch you In Spring's soft kisses of rain Come dance again.. ~**~

Details | Light Poetry | |


written 7th May 2013

Time for a nap
 said the cat
Time to play
 said the puppy, his tail waved
Time for class
 did you hear the bell teacher asked
Time for tea, called mum
 why, your're always last young son!
Time for bed, dad called
 all went quiet down the hall
Brush your teeth, yelled mum
 finally, tucked in tight
All dreamed peacefully, till sunlight

Details | ABC | |


The Earth dry and bare; waiting eagerly for the drops of care;

Caught in the hot, steaming summer’s snare;

The flowers and creepers decorating window sills; all look desolate and ill;

As the nature withers away in the sun’s merciless glare.


The men and the wives; the kids and the wild;

All are enduring the summer’s waterless exile;

They are waiting for the rain; to relieve them of the heat pain;

And of that life which has become a sweaty turmoil.


The wind strong and gusty; makes the roads yellow and dusty;

And the air around becomes suffocating and musty;

The birds forget to sing; their lilting, musical thing;

Even as the tree leaves wristle and make noise so husky.


Then come the Monsoon showers; falling first on boughs and flowers;

Making the trees and plants glisten and glower;

So the monsoon comes in grace; driving away summer’s trace;

Lashing at window-panes with its all-reigning power.


As the monsoon drives away the summer heat; with its raining rhythm off-beat;

And the flower buds open up to return it’s greet;

And as the water seeps in soil; a refreshing fragrance arise;

While the rain continuous to cool down hot gardens and streets.


The Earth grows green; and water droplets gleam;

On the smooth, waxy surfaces of the leaves;

Everywhere the flowers grow; in pink, red, white or yellow;

While buds make their way blushingly between tendrils.

 The wet and soft soil; now grows fertile;

And tender green plantlets push through the Earth in style;

Through soil the tiny saplings peep; as their sown seeds begin to reap;

And the plants and crops shake off the Earth’s temporary curse sterile.


As the raindrops go pitter-patter; water in puddles begins to gather;

And the little birds begin to chirp, twitter and chatter;

The insects begin to hum along; their irritating and happy song;

While due to rain and wind the roofs on houses begin to chatter.


As the showers for some moments cease; after giving Earth life’s new lease;

And the pitter-patter of rain is gently appeased;

The sun coyly shines; a cloud it half hides behind;

While the fluffy clouds move along with the cool breeze.


The fields now green and bright; are an artist’s sheer delight;

Pleasing to the senses of smell and sight;

The fresh air so sweet to breathe; that with pleasure the body writhes;

In the newly born rainy sunlight.


But this sunlight so quickly goes; as thunderstorms blow to and fro;

And Earth engulfs in darkness that now grows;

The wind rises and howls; with a voice that trembles all souls;

And day and night this gale roars.


The trees in fear tremble and shake; as leaves, twigs and branches break;

And the life of these trees is put up at stake;

Birds in nests cower with fright; and due to cold shiver with all their might;

And live in fearful anticipation of what else the storm may rake.

The monsoon now shows its ugly face; gone are its days of grace;

Rainy calamities take its place;

Cyclones and floods destruct worldwide; the raging sea throws up its tide;

“Nature reigns supreme”, we are forced to say.


Same is the life of man; may he do what he can;

But destiny will always play a hand;

What all will man control? So he should let destiny play its role;

And enjoy life and act as the situation will demand.


Somedays will shine the sun; those days life will be fun;

And work will be successful how much ever it’s done;

Somedays by the fun you will tire; and will long to get back into the attire;

Of normal life, however boring or glum.


Sometimes hope will come out; like a tiny plant sprouts;

And will remove from your mind every shade of doubt;

It will be a bright, hopeful ray; but for long it may not stay;

So we must make most of it when hope sprouts.


Just as the shower of joy; after summer comes out shy;

So shower of success will come when you have almost given up the try;

It will wash away your helpless sigh; and will give you a new will to try;

Which will help you succeed by-and-by.


Just as the sun goes behind the cloud; when thunder is heard aloud;

And darkness suddenly falls on Earth all around;

So also failure will touch you once; its upto you to prevent its repeated occurrence;

Or due to failure remain depression bound.


Sometimes through demotivation you will go; sometimes loads of success you'll know;

For we need all types of experience to make us grow;

Like some days it is wet; some days the sun for long doesn’t set;

But then it needs both the rain and the sun to make a RAINBOW…

Details | Light Poetry | |

Rise, Die, Shine

Build me a temple high…high…high up where the sun can rise
Where good can shine and the evil die as a plant in winter time.
Let it rise
Let it die 
Let it shine
Build it high up the moon
But under the sky
And let the sun shine
Through the skin that dims inner light
Let the light unfold the eyes
And see the beauty inside of this small world that wants to shine
Let the war be the plant that could die in winter time
Let it rise
Let peace in the world rise
High…high up like a bird flying up to the sky
Let it die
Let hate die
As a phoenix and be reborn as a flower
Full of scents and beauty instead.
Let it shine
Let our inner light shine
Let it shine through our skin and show us that we can light up the way without hate and 
without pain
Let it rise
Let it die
Let it shine
Let the battle field turn into a garden
Let the soldiers be the flowers
And the ammunition be the fertilizing soil
Build me a temple high…high up the sky
To symbolize world peace.
Don’t rush take your time 
until we find out that we can shine
Let our soul rise
Let our evil die
Let our ability to find world peace shine.

Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet On The Sun

          Sonnet On The Sun

One orb and only one shines on in life
You are much warmer than the morning sun
Remember the volcanoes at Tenerife
Canary Islands paradise adrift in fun  

Hanging there upon a limb of golden time
We conjure elements of joy forever
What favors in the mind recall unwinds
When in our orbits moon pulls down its lever

But there within the walls of love light sealed 
The glow of life can’t hide inside forever 
There in the wicket world concealed, revealed 
That Winter breaks for kinder weather

My love with sun and moon gathered family
Their fortunes shine on together amicably 


Details | Cowboy | |

On Juno Ranch, A Cowboy's Day

If you'd have lived and worked on Juno Ranch, you’d have come away better for it. It 
may not have seemed like it at the time but Pancho (Uncle Frank) would put it to you, an’ it 
was for you to decide to do it, what to do with it, or to fight. The motto was, “You either work 
or fight, there ain’t no quittin’ on this-here ranch.”

     Pancho cultivated a reputation as a living legend in his fifty-some years in the Devil’s 
River country of the Texas frontier. He loved his life, family, work and felt plumb lucky to be 
livin’ it. He believed there was art in every undertakin’ an’ practiced the highest standards in 
dealin’ with any an’ all comers. He savvied horses, cattle an’ the land; and death was just the 
gate that opened into higher pastures.

     Ride 'em Pancho!

The cowboy wakes before each dawn With blurry eyes n'a mournful yawn; Gets breakfast down, just bacon'n eggs, An' biscuits dunked in coffee dregs. He feeds the stock some oats an' hay In growin' light of break o' day. Then Pancho comes an' rigs a hoss, An' chews his butt, 'cause he's the boss. “The sun is up, you little bride! We're loosin' light! We gotta ride!” So they ride out to make their rounds In echoed clops of hoof-beat sounds. The sun is high 'bout half-passed noon, An' dinnertime is none too soon. He eats his beans an' taters fast, Then rolls a smoke an' rests at last. He dreams of how he'll spend his pay When he's in town on Saturday, An' where he'll go to have some fun With gals who'll laugh and call him, "Hun..." He gets his hat an' pulls it down, Forgets the dream of gals in town, Cause if he ain't just damn near dead, The work comes first on Pancho's spread.

Details | Concrete | |

Be Free Within

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

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

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

Out of the dark; into bliss. 

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


Details | Free verse | |

The last tree

A pretty oak  sits outside my window pane in the snow and in the rain 
Covered with life, outside the balcony fifty steps away 
Decorating the tree with  flashes of red, black, grey,  yellow and white, 
are his friends the cardinals , squirrels , chickadees and the tufted titmice
 They sing , chirp, and  chatter in harmony of song 
As the seasons pass, we live  thru heat, drought , cold and  rain all year long
 I keep my feeder close at hand and watch as they load up in waves of two and three 
 to make their run at the seeds and grain 
The leaves are green now and vibrant with life, in the fall the acorns grow and my tree stands tall 
At winter they covet  the warmth and provide a shelter for the thick furred grey squirrels
 A lovely little hole in the crook of the branch big enough for two to snuggle and borough 
They race down these pathways in the sky, playful as skilled acrobats
October mornings  the leaves are falling , making noisy whispering sounds
the first rays of  sun turn frost into a million twinkling stars on the ground 
 The two winged take refuge in their nest , built carefully for warmth and rest 
To nurse  and raise their young , making them fit for another generation of  the best
The seasons flow as a quiet pond and like our beautiful  life 
 everything is real with very  little strife
 Among the colorful citizens of  this merry place I give life in equal exchange
for joy and a chance To sit and watch my friends as I grow old and enjoy life in the sun 
But life  changes,  very unfair , and I am denied my playground in the sky
one day some men came and cut all the beauty down 
Now its gone all butchered and bare nothing left but a big hole in the ground 

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All things considered

The woman stares into the sun,
Hoping he will blind her from the fragrance of failure,

The woman stares into the sun,
Hoping she will scorch away the sound of sadness,

But the sun, laughs mockingly.
And says, “I shine, see me!”

The woman, confused looks to her life and says,
“Where is the sun, in your countenance?  For all I see is darkness”

The woman stares into the twilight sunset,
And asks, “The sun has spurned me, why?”

And the twilight smiles, “Read between the lines my daughter, for things are not so dark.”

And the woman winked at the sun and said, “Thank you for your gratitude”
And in that moment, she grabbed her life crying and said, “You’re mine!”

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 | Imagism | |


It's raining today - dreary it may be
The imagery of the raindrops in my view
Dripping !  In my brain I visualize
The dark clouds surrounding me
Thus I see - will there be sunlight
I look, I ponder! I watch and I surmise
the sun may peak in these predominant skies
Mesmerized - sun rays gleam in my eyes
Those beautiful hues - and yet the spectrum
The iris - that beautiful rainbow
It feeds my soul - I look at beauty
And thus blooms the flower - I know
It rained today and thus I say
The gardens grew - if you only knew
I woke - I had beautiful thoughts
Raindrops danced on my life this day
And yes! I saw a bud flourish petals
It's spring - and the rain doth bring
With a little help from the sun , my flower
Blooming in my head I visualize
Look what I saw when I looked at the skies
Imagery in my head, I thought
Imagine it  - and the bird it may sing
Music to my ears - I listen - I see
That spring - it's really blessing me
Enlightened I  saw the dead rose then grow
And I sit, I still ponder , it's roots I know
And the rose once posed- still life - of art
Prominent are the skies to make you wonder 
                                    The rain might start!!!!!
                                        Again & again
Beauteous Be Poesy is my book of poetry available on googles, amazon. com and Barnes & Noble published by Trafford Publishing. wrtten by Miss Stacey Law 

Details | Free verse | |

Liberation(for karani kelvin)

THE sun superbly smiles in the world
The faces of the people become impeccably bright
And the birds brood, sing softly enraptured,
Wet green grass glean with dew light,
Various flowers loutishly bloom bright and fresh
And the dull, dark night stars disappear,
A breeze cuts through the world without brash,
Hearts of people beat lightly the rhythm they endear
And their souls unburdened duly of dubious oppression,
Their formerly bowed backs now straitening,
Some jubilant wiping the sweat of emancipation
From their victorious visages, now blatantly beaming;
And the mountains seem to recede down to plains,
The burly, bullish bushes let sun rays penetrate,
The rivers flow on sun shined land, colorlessly sedate,
Seas now smell of edible, huge fish’
And thence, the long eagerly awaited tuneful liberation
Emerges from the sun-coated east horizon goldfish
Spreading luxuriantly to the west with expectation

Details | Free verse | |


My story begins in a fire, not the fire that burns and chars,
but a cold fire of depression, hotter than the sun beneath the equator

I lingered in limbo, devastated by the events about me
and then she appeared!
her face shone like the midmorning sun upon fields of gold,
her soul beyond the grasp of the fiery flames
should I tell you about her touch? Ah!

she will be my deliverer; my goddess of fortune and bliss,
the mirror of all my thoughts and the keeper of all my hopes
her name... PERPETUAL!

but this is not the real story, as a matter of fact this is not the story at all...

Details | Sonnet | |


Glorious brace glow from beams of shine
Yellow orange peeps streaming strip lines
Darkness disbands eaten by the sunset
Conjuring baby blossoms to life's sweat
Graciously drowning beating the twilight
Waving hope to a spick-and-span fright

My shining star, healing my aged scars
Into the sunlight, my knight on sight
New dreams burst jar, allowing spar
Top of the world, I find and whirled
Into the sunlight, spirits wake sprite
White no more tars, breaking all bars

Glorious brace glow from beams of shine
My shining star, healing my aged scars

(c) Olive ELoisa
May 09, 2014

Contest Name:	Into the Sunset 
Sponsor:	Shadow Hamilton
8th place, Praise God! :)

Details | I do not know? | |

No Tears

The music blasts in my ears, Blocks out all around me. 

The screaming, the fighting, the crying, the dying, Some where else never here.

My mind ventures off to the land i created, where i am alone, no one to tell me I'm worth nothing, no one to tell me i do wrong, just me alone.

The sun rises the sun sets, The same routine everyday.

No escaping, No where to go, If there was any hope left, I would not sit here the way I am. 

The happiness is gone, The lights have gone out.

I see the stars come closer, as the world around me slowly disappears, slowly vanishing, disinigrating, evaporating, My spirit is gone.

No one notices, no one cares, as for what i see.

How could my life be different?

I will never know.

If i stayed would things be better? 

No more screams, No more tears, Everything is at peace.

Details | Rhyme | |

Dark Sun

“Dark sun rose on the ridge cut clear across the sky,
as good a day as any to die”
This beautiful view, it sends me flying high.
I could spend forever in this way with you by my side.
Unspoken words in your eyes as the dark sun looms,
my heart beats in rhythm, will this beauty end too soon?

“Carve your name into my arm,
instead of stressed I lie here charmed”.
On the ridge I sit with you unharmed.
The dark sun cuts the sky. A diamond!
This sacred space that we embrace,
explosions of clouds above my face.

“Step from the road to the sea to the sky,
and I do believe it, we rely on”.
Angels to guide our way through life.
Shine on through this ridge tonight.
The dark sun speaks to us melodically,
etched in our endless memories

“I’m pushing an elephant up the stairs.
I’m tossing out punch lines that were never there”.
This is how I feel with you out here,
this heat makes delirious. I just don’t care!
Twisting through and blowing my mind,
is you, and the view that cuts clear across the sky.

Duran Duran
Red Hot Chili peppers

For contest  “favourite songs and lyrics”


Details | Concrete | |

Sleep In Her Soul

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

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

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

She is my butterfly in our cosmic cannibalism.

Details | Free verse | |

Summer is lemonade

Summer is a lemonade
Summer breeze blowing the grass around
with a warm sun kissing my face
blue skies wrap and hug me
as I watch the butterflies race.
Summer gives me lazy days
coloured flowers and dancing trees
smell of charcoal and starry nights
brings back childhood memories.
Summer is an endless beach
sun cream, bikinis and beer
salty seaspray, fish and chips
postcards saying "wish you were here".
sunburnt shoulders and fun fares
laughter never seemed to fade
grab the ice and share around
yes Summer is a lemonade

Details | Free verse | |

Synthetic Moons

This dust
A void
We trust
This is real
Magnetic solids
Fate is sealed
You call it

So struggle still
Churning fauna
In constant flux
Earthly sauna
Show me
The end
If it’s soon
I can't defend
Synthetic moons

Details | Light Poetry | |

Faith for a better replace

One day, I felt so lost in this world
I felt off track from my life's path..
every good memory turned to a heavy stone
tripping me over my route
wherever I go.. 

Every smile, was never reflected from inside
It was barely drawn on the face
careless of a better replace..
Heavy grey, rainy clouds
were shading my eyes..
endless tears,
were falling down
and still..
I was not in need of another hand to erase
the dropping tears.. 

I sat alone
under the window in my room,
it was so dark,
I can barely see the moon..
But I can feel it.. so gloom..

I had a wish of a better Tomorrow,
erasing Today and vanishing the life before..
Yet this wish didn't stop
more tears to fall.. 

But, at a moment,
I found a light coming in between
my window shades,
it was the sun shine
which lights every morning, everyday..

At then I realized..
There is always a light after the dark
As long as there is a new morning
& a sun to re shine back again
after every night
regardless of what happened the day before..

My heart was beating hard
out of faith & hope
that everything will be alright
no matter how many times 
or how hard you might fall..

It is all about the hope
which in your heart, you hold..
and in your life
you look for and follow..
Just have faith
and you will have a better life replace..

Details | Lyric | |

Life Links

The morn sun sings 
a joyful song
for  the children of Earth to enjoy.

The sleek fingers 
of enlightment
paint a thousand smiles on a road 
that was embedded in our palms.

My thoughts still hold 
to those nights, when I chain-smoked the stars
that promised me to find my old sway
against a virulent wind of solitude.

Ah, the morn sun 
sing a joyful song and when it does not
gray is the color of night.

Details | Rhyme | |

Livin ' by the Sea

livin’ on  the beach in a hut by the sea 
green grass , warm gentle breezes and all kinds of lovely trees  .
I’m gonna  beat the heat to make my retreat sittin  by the sea
Cause its winter in the world cept livin  here with me 
I am happy to make your acquaintance 
And  i raise a glass to your health , long life and prosperity 
So peace my friends and welcome to the sea 
Where the music is  playin’ ,the sun is shinin’, the people gentle and free
No hassles from the man and no worries will make your day go bad 
Lay back and hear the music that wont  be sad
The sounds  will keep you cool listenin’ to the beat       
 The sun and the gentle warm breezes 
All the pretty girls in bare feet  paradin’ down the street
 where livin  is easy and laid back like u want life to be
 Plenty food and drink for you    man 
  To sing and dance the night away 
Come down to the sea and live your life away 

Details | Ballad | |



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 | Imagism | |


The wind crept up - the skies ever so dark
Black, slick, clouds and calamity enters thy soul
Dreary! It chatters and limbs they fly
No sun upon thy face - beaming with hue
Those clouds they swarm in darkness
Rain - it pours - flooding the earth
Bewildered I look up at this blustering sky
The trees are dead, It's spring - yes death
Roses in the ground with the trickling raindrops
The April showers - You haven't a clue
True grit! The soil now nurtured
The roots - feeding on this phenomena
And yet when the sun shines soon
Day after day - trees will come to life
And roses in bloom- life after winter death
In awe I see this beautiful imagery
In my brain, as I see the pouring rain
My mind - I visualize - the beauty
Thus, why does it expose calamity?
Beauteous be the wonder in my eyes
And how I love those dark dreary skies
A rosebud in my teeth - I see
Is extraordinary and so is the tree
Let there be rain as it nurtures the soil
And with the chatter of the wind, let there be turmoil 
Again in my brain, I can truly love this day
I see life in the rain that is pouring today.

Details | Romanticism | |

The Beautiful Woman

Beautiful women stridding along
beach front properties
after the cruel april showers have rolled through
damaging and overflooding the hanging geraniums,
and the despise of jealous boys
rolling through hemlock, with trousers stained with sand,
they gaze like dogs looking at a juicy bone,
at the beautiful women, all of them walking hand and hand
singing songs of love, as hummingbirds and nightingales
soar high over their heads, keeping them all company,
all singing songs of love.

Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty
there you'll find me hinding, waiting
for my beautiful women that spare no glance,
but a quick of a hand I am allowed.
Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty
pick the red roses that bloom,
and leave the blue violets for the dead.

See the beautiful women, as the jealous boys huddle around me,
we gaze at their beauty and hold our breath,
till they start laughing.
They drink tea, read novels and talk about everything
that matters to naive girls' mind.
We listen and hear their secrets, some horrid
and some unbearable to listen too.

Go now, young boys and stride on
go to the beach front properties
in your straw hats and sandstained trousers
and call unto me, when the beautiful women
come once again striding along.

One beautiful woman I gaze upon
blonde hair, blue eyes
the sweetest of arian races
she wears her flannel, spring dress,
and cottonswab blouse,
she turns to me, hiding in the rose peaker bushes,
she looks at me and smiles.
I hide my emotion and I leave the garden of beauty,
to stride for another day.
To see the young, beautiful girls,
to see that one, that is not hard to spot
the one, like the first rose to bloom
she is not hard to spot.

One day, as I sit in the garden of beauty,
my courage will reign over me
and I shall present myself to her grace
and glorious beauty.
Go now my dear, go now, go to the garden of beauty,
and share your stories and drink your tea in peace;
Pick the ruby roses, but leave the blue violets for the dead,
for I am safe and I am just around the corner.

Details | Free verse | |

Born Again

Let the sun don't shine today. Let the moon not come out tonight, or the stars give their light. Just let me be alone this night. Without anybody, just myself and my soul. I will reflect on my life and also my memories. Don't knock on my door, or call me on the phone. I will not answer. Tonight - I just want to be alone. What I have done and What I have been, will die with me tonight. Life has not been easy. I had my ups and downs. But tonight I will die and my past will die with me. Tomorrow when the sun comes out, I will be born again. The moon will come out and the stars will shine and a new life I will start...
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

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.

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the sun moves up high strong as ever, burning sky feeling warmth, it’s light moon travels along rays coming down from above cool to the touch, bright the sun and the moon work together hand in hand morning and the night
Russell Sivey Entrant into Linda-Marie's "HAIKU HODGEPODGE ..TRIO ..." contest 1/19/2012

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Golden Girl

The Golden Girl as named by Vienna (thanks girl) Appointments here appointments there Rushing round yet getting nowhere. I would love the time to stop and stare At the golden daffodils waving in the air Strong and tall, basking in the sun Nothing to worry about, having daffodil fun. I am going to take the time to see, The beauty that’s surrounding me. The golden trumpets of daffs in the sun I am going to learn the names of some. My little car was a Burnt Gold Daf My first car Limerick raised a laugh To Vienna that named me the Golden Girl I am going to stand and let my trumpet twirl I thank you for the name suggested, I thought about it and inwardly digested. The Golden Girl I am going to be From now on that Golden Girl is me. Follow the sun and enjoy life while I can Stop and stare at every gorgeous man Look but don’t touch while I can. The golden sun sets every day None know how much time we have to play. So take the time to stand and stare At gorgeous things everywhere Every day try to fulfil a dream You never know when you may roll in the stream
This is inspired from my limerick " My First Car" if you did not read it you will not understand the last line here.

Details | Triolet | |

Dusk Sun Setting

The horizon is where the dusk sun sets A beautiful orange cast is about In the clouds beyond is where they all get The horizon is where the dusk sun sets The couple envelopes what the sun lets There is love within, surely there’s no doubt The horizon is where the dusk sun sets A beautiful orange cast is about
Russell Sivey

Details | Prose Poetry | |


It's time to let it go
life passed by a long
time ago.  It went by 
so slow.

I want to stay, you're not
listening to a word I say.
HEY! HEY!  it's Sunday.
It's this way at noon 
again.  I need this and I
need that;  the smallest
voice screams at me:

It's enough!  Look at you, 
with your toys and baubles.
Where are you going with
that?  Oh;  now it's a hat
with bells ringing:  cling,
clang, clat.

The cars are rolling.  I need
change.  Taking corners,
following jumping waves,
bye, bye.  Sitting, smelling,
what's a nose for?  

I can tell you know anyway;  it's
time to leave before moontime
comes.  I pray for hours before
the sun using sculptered sand;
the sun stays away rolling tides
of cars spanning the bridge till
I go astray.

Details | Haiku | |

Sun Ocean Cycle

     Sun Ocean Cycle - Haiku

seas boil, drain happy
thirsty sun, laughs and laps waves
drinks excess, rains come

Details | I do not know? | |

Nature Whispers

free verse(3)
Valeria Iliadou-Nature, Four In One

Billowing wind, hands can't tame your brunt
With holy oaths you unlock life's hunt.
Miracles are melting while sharp rain breaks,
As each loss is just a change
-Earth's fatal redemption-
An instinctive bending under the peal of a thunder,
A choice to silence the deafening mediation,
Hidden in holes dry.
Natural randomness, the path of a human life.
There is a stolen fire, divine
And guilty traces on human hands,
-You can smell smoke and coal on finger lines-
Rough lines, on them walking minds greedy.
Rockets fired and we applaud,
Yet the dawn of the fiery sun lies in the eyes of the wise,
And melodies are coming from the bottom of the ground,
In the midst of our time.
November. Birds are calling for peace,
Yellow birds, on yellow stones, on branches carved
On leafs' grace, they are calling for peace,
Seeking the days of the Summer,
When sun returned
Wise and peaceful
As a King crowned.

Details | I do not know? | |

when night comes

when the night comes and the moon 
calls me i have to go                             
i battle the skeletons that have ahold 
of me and wont let go                           
crying and begging them to let me 
have life they refuse the night is 
you have to go prowling the streets 
like the lines in the road                            
looking for a lover who has no soul 
some one to feed me clouds from 
the sky             
some one to play the drums to the 
tune in my head i want to go to mars 
and you sir 
can take me                                                                                                            
torn between whats real and what 
isnt my bodys going numb i love the 
this feeling that comes when 
darkness arrives                                    
the moon laughs cause from this 
night i cant hide                                     
discombobulated and frustrated i 
may be                                                                     
i need to get out of here cause this 
aint me                                                        
crying and cussing about what i use 
to be                                                               
but now the night and moon light 
has a hold on me                                   
this life that i live by myself with no 
one else to tell                                                      
hiding secerts and lies like i work for 
the government                                                  
i need help and i know it but im 
scared  scared of the awkard stares 
scared of the 
whispers scared of the opinions 
scared of jugdements                                                
i will do it but im going into the night 
one last time                                                 
this time to many im fading fast my 
body is numb                                                      
the skeletons grab me their not 
letting me go this time they are 
taking me with 
as i cry to the sky while the sun 
breaks the moon                                                        
i see life i see light i see joy no more 
pain no more rain                                           
the sun is smiling shining bright go 
with the moon it is to late

Details | Quatrain | |

Song To Mother Earth

Mother Earth spinning on your centre
while revolving around Father Sun
making day and night on your surface
and the different seasons every one  

Your flesh provides the vital substance
on which trees, plants and grasses feed
and become food for birds and animals
who partake of them as they need

Some of those birds and animals 
feed others higher in the food chain
and become part of the eco cycle
which continues full circle again

All living things decay when they die
and return to you dearest mother 
to become substance that feeds plant life
and start off a new eco chapter 

Rain and snow from the sky bring water
that feeds the lakes, seas and rivers
which have a food chain of their own
among all their different creatures

Water from the sea becomes vapour
and rises as a cloud formation 
which precipitates as rain and snow
and water after condensation

Sun and Earth combine in harmony
doing so since before our birth
Thank you for feeding all living things
Our dearest blessed Mother Earth

Details | Romanticism | |

Goodbye my Summer Love

Though the midnight summer rains
as we sit together under the geraniums,
hanging low and at full bloom,
we hold hands and talk of old times;
times that were kind to us and our youth.
As summer storms light up the night skies
We kiss the storm away, as it rolls through the grey skies
and the lighting cracks the clouds in half,
riping a hole in the universe, as we kiss the night away.

We sit throughtout nightlong summer dreams
and talk, and we hear the storms roll into the golden hills
of summer meadows filled with roses and a field full of daisies.
Love rests in time to see us grow old together,
and love strengthens its walls and pulls us closer together.
We shall go now, as day turns to night,
into our chamber of love and sleep the night away, together.
Hold us close to each other, as I rest my head on you sweet bossom,
and you nurture me to life of talks of love and beauty.

Nature whispers and sings us songs,
as we kiss and go for walks through the countryside
looking at the golden hills soaked in the rolling storms
that summer offers every year, upon a silver platter.
Sooth me, my love as I tell you of the sorrow I have witnessed.
Embrace me with your curiousity and tell me of the beauty in
the secrets of life and its hidden messangers
that hold secret letters from Devils that send temptations
to destroy something that we share, that is so beautiful and true.
Tell me that life will be okay, and my love is still true and with you.
Tell me my sweet and beautiful love, tell me if everything will be alright.

Love has seen us come and go, through the narrowed and sprinkled streets,
as we move through life fused at hands and eyes blind, not noticing the possiblities of death at any moment stalking us with knives jabbing at our backsides.
We are blind, for we see each other and only each other.
As we live life eyes a blazed looking at the sun, we do not notice the obvious between us.
Caring from me, at my time of need I never noticed the betrayal of our love.
My heart sees, but I deny the obvious and see what I hear.

As I see the knife drive deep in my heart,
you with a suitcase in hand,
I stand on my front steps and I watch the summer storms
come back over the golden hills to say, "hello"
Love is the same everytime, like a summer storm;
beautiful to watch, but when it leaves, it is depressing to say, "goodbye"
Now I sit, as the geraniums dry up and die
and the wrinkles at my eyes make me blind,
I see love walk past my house and mock me with lone kisses.

Details | Free verse | |

Desert Flower

Deep in the desert
Where the sun shines
Bright and hard
Lived a little flower
Pale as the sand
It stood bravely
The sun beat on it
The wind blew in it
The heat almost
Took the life out of it
But there it stood
In the clear night
Beneath the canopy
Of thousand of stars
       Morning brought a traveler 
From some place afar
He stopped by the plant
To wash himself
Few drops spilled over
To the pale flower beneath
A shiver went thru’ her
And tremblingly she unfolded
A few more drops
And the petals
Stretched themselves
Hesitantly, tremblingly
As if some force
Pushing them out
Of her dream of death
Eternity, holds her breath
The pretty petals
What a sight to behold
Seemed to be overwhelmed
By unstoppable madness
A little place
Of sensual joy
         Thus life reentered
What a moment ago
Had been dead
Entered it visibly
In all its glory
         The wayfarer
Looked down with a start
As if surprised
To see such beauty
In the barren desert
Bent down
And plucked the flower
And put it against his heart
And there she can
Be seen now
Happily riding away.

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        As the golden rays of sunlight creep into my bedroom window,
I hold my tears back, yearning for just a few more hours to hold you.
	Time has grown to be my nemesis, my curse,
For I realize that when the sun ascends into the heavens, I descend into the pits of hell. 
	As I give in to your embrace and caress your tender caramel skin,
I dream of time coming to a standstill, where eternity is our safe haven.
	For now though I must press my lips against yours and say my farewells,
Slowly walking away, gazing back as you depart, I begin to call out to you. 
	Don’t abandon me, let us travel the world, and discover things
 We never dreamed of, and grow old together.
	However you can’t hear me say these absurd things, and I begin to asphyxiate,
I lust for the sensation of your touch, and I yearn for the echo of your voice.
	Patience, I tell myself, in due time we will be as we should,
And when that time comes we shall watch the sun rise every morning and I will breathe

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Hold your chess and say I am blessed

Do not doubt who you 
are or who you can be.  
With in us all, 
their is a light that 
shines with effulgence. 
In our heart it shines. 
In our mind it shines.
A chunk of the sun 
embedded in our core. 

We have been fueled with
 the lions ambition.
Chasing the prey. 
Chasing dreams until the end. 
We have been fueled
 for the finest hours. 
Recognize those powers. 
These powers
 forever remain ours. 

We are the reason the sun shines. 
We are the reason the flower blooms.
We are the reason the tree never falls.
A message in every creation. 

The sun shines to show us 
how bright we can be.
The flowers blooms to show 
us how beautiful we can be. 
The tree never falls to show 
us how strong we can be.

All of this we can be. 
If we rise our self with the sun. 
Leave not your dreams and 
aspirations undone. 
Understand it to be beneficial 
in the long run.

Make life sweeter than a 
ton of sally-lunn ,sally-lunn. 
Out run the doubt until you have won. 
Understand that you are some one,
fit to run upon the sun and clouds.
Reach above and pick heavens flowers. 
So high up in the sky, gazing into 
the eyes of success. 
Hold your chess and say I am blessed. 
Your surroundings you impress.

Suppress, suppress and undress 
those doubtful thoughts.
Progress not digress, express
that light you possess.
Let success be your address. 

This I profess because once 
my light was put to the test. 
A light I lost in doubt. 
It was repossessed because
now I know I am truly blessed.
Do not doubt your self,
within all of us a light 
shines with effulgence.

By:Elliott Bowe
Definition for sally lunn:
a flat round sweet teacake usually served hot.
Enjoy: )

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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.

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The brilliant orb high up in the sky shining in its golden splendour bathing everything on earth with rays of light and warmth that are free to all the glorious source of earth's life Nature's SUN

Details | Quatrain | |

A Warm Cozy Sweater

The sun is shining, not a cloud up above
How could life be any better
Good health and the love of a very sweet lady
Life is like a warm cozy sweater

Rainy days can't even bring down my spirits
I'm meant to live life on a high
I see nothing but positive signs every day
Of love and bright sunny skies

This can't be true, I've heard people say
One can't be upbeat every day
Once in a while, there gotta be sad things
You encounter along the way

Of course they're right, but the difference is
I don't let them get me down
They are all a part of this thing we call living
It's my choice to smile not frown

The sun is shining, not a cloud up above
How could life be any better
Good health and the love of a very sweet lady
Life is like a warm cozy sweater

@Jack Ellison 2012

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I had a dream last night
fogged by an uneven frost of the morning
guessing if the sun rose.

It dawned on me
it was night still
with forehead engulfed by the fallen hair.

I figured her out
against wealthy gold streaks of sky
while flowers kept merrying in the garden.
Sitting cross-legged in the pavement
She awaited a long cherished arrival;
the pavement turning
          BLACK , white	
          Black , WHITE

Time danced on the cross roads
  with a series of its resonant restrained movements.
Its hand drew out for me
and I trying to grab them
  found the sun shining
  illuminating everything
  except shadow of my own construction.
The very next moment
  ate up its hands
  and shadow intermingled with the silent darkness.

Vehicles tossed up the roads
flooding the pavement with light
  Alterations marked the vivacity of vagueness
  to fathom the unfathomable
and fragmented mirth wetted me from within.
    WHITE would make my shadow flee, I thought.

Sitting there,
she snatched stars from the moonless sky
and buried in the boisterous soil.
I climed up the hill 
  and fell from the precipice
  and she followed
like unshed tears of void eyes.

I kept stringing up my instrument
  as I had only songs to offer
  that of my own disintegration
And she stood
in front of the church-gate
in deathly austerity.

The deity rose in protest,
Melodies evolved from the ocean-cradle
  -filling the air with its uncommon pitch
  and my songs kept straying in the corner
  looking for fortification.

I dreamt then-
     trees stretching themselves upright
     trying to peep into heaven:
     Deep fragrance of incences rising
     where I stood
     draped in WHITE
     praying with vague distrust.

I rose from the bed rubbing my eyes
  and at the breakfast table
  I sat dismayed 
  as I remembered all.

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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.

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I Watched the Sun Rise

I watched the sun rise this morning In its splendorous shimmering gold Slowly drifting up - out of the earth Like a flower bud unfold Its pristine wings to heavenly things Radiating love sublime From deep within Where life begins And nothing ever dies In the atmosphere Where nothings clear As colors born in bloom I watched the sun rise this morning Dreaming about you And me again together like Two binary stars Trapped in a dance Of eternal romance Immeasurably, near and far… Thus, when I watch the sun once more Tomorrow or next year I’ll think again of where we’ve been And cry yet one more Tear

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Seeing with new eyes

The sun comes up and it’s time to go
The more I learn the less I know
The sky is so blue and in the middle is the moon
 It seems as if the sun has made some room.

I find it strange to see the moon in the light
When I think of the moon it’s shining bright at night
Maybe the day and the night have become one
 I open my eyes wide to view what is to come.

The day seems special yet like any other
Things I saw before I seem to rediscover
They are different yet quite the same
 Just another day, Wednesday by name.

I get in my car for I have to go to the city
The visual outside my window is so pretty
The colors are so vivid they cry out we’re alive
I seem to find peace on this very long drive…

I pick up my friend and we start our trip back
 I see all that I have and not what I lack
We talk of life and how the world is changing
 Though it seems quite the same just a little rearranging.

I arrive at home it’s been a long day
 All of the pieces just fit today
Everything around me joined together
I floated through much like a feather.

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You're There, I See You

I close my eyes in darkness
While the world lies down to sleep
As a father and a husband
My family’s mine to keep
Protect them? I am willing
I am always there on guard
But, when I’m not and far away
I trust You are, oh Lord

The rising sun of morning
Has my family’s eyes so wide
As the motor sounds of traffic
Fills the air that floats outside
And the people that are walking
Some are jogging, some just go
Makes me see, what truly is
And all I really need to know

God, You’re there… I see you

In the blue that reigns up in the sky
On the breath of clouds that float on by
The image of the homeless man
Who still offers up his time
As he asks not for, without doing first
So I give water to quench his thirst
To the flowers that grow in the park
And the trees that children climb

God, You’re there… I see you

While coming home at evening time
Knowing my family waits for me
I smile real wide as I walk along
So all the world can see
Maybe then they’ll see just what I see
And then take it on their way
With hopes that they will share a smile
And make better someone’s day

Now the sun has set, children tucked
With a kiss I gave to fall asleep
Standing at the door I see my wife
And I feel the love she gave to keep
I thank you Lord for all I have
For always seeing my family through
Because I know I couldn’t do this alone
That’s why I put my faith in You

God, You’re there… I see you

In the blue that reigns up in the sky
On the breath of clouds that float on by
The image of the homeless man
Who still offers up his time
As he asks not for, without doing first
So I give water to quench his thirst
To the flowers that grow in the park
And the trees that children climb

God, You’re there… I see you

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We aborted the Lamb and Cursed it to Hell

We aborted the Christ a long time ago
What with the successive thousands of gentle fetuses strangled.
Stop stop! Why lament? Let not the wind be rankled
By thy silly bleats and unbaked ego.

Thee killed the Christ
Thee impeded his coming.
Thee cruel beast flaked with lies
O thee daughters of Jezebel’s sinning!

Thee killed him, that young Christ in thy womb
That lamb sent down to our sins loom. 

What did so meek a lamb do to thee, predators?
What vice did he depict, O executors?
There, thee shake those cursed heads of thine.
That lamb committed none, but thee went for its throat.

When thee felt it kick in glee in thee
Thee hastened in terror for that mountain yonder
Where thee crucified him still like done on Golgotha,
Fronted by those lascivious Romans in their creel.

Those Romans were of a less cruel breed
For I watched thee in triple trepidation murder the Christ.
I peeped as thy hands pulled it forth from its manger
While that stiletto went cutting and shredding and  beheading its soft cord.

I watched thee squash its throat:
A young lamb that has neither learned to kick nor croak
Nor mastered the humanness of weeping.
I watched thee young Jezebel, thee came stabbing. And stabbing. And cursing.

I watched thee as the sun set in the East
While darkness fell speedily from the mist
as the sun hid its head in fatal shame,
While thee with the stealth of Lucifer 
Cast that messenger from the heavens two feet below
And again cursed it to the bowels of hell.

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The Fight and How It Felt

She threw me the hurtful look, that bleeding-inside feeling
Fell upon me and the whip lashed well
Across those deep soft parts
That quiver within and dare not show themselves.

I nearly snarled, the need to cool pain its transfer was great,
But then the blackness of the moment
Blinded my soul and filled it with Sad,
And whatever inward strength I had deserted me.

Love, replete with sins of omission,
Keeps count of the subtle slights
And stores them in its pantry of poisons
Ready to pour into one another's wounds whenever wretchedness
Brings the bonding close and sharp together.

All the love in the sun is good
Where we want to always be, though we cannot,
For life will not permit this.
The sun casts shadows that follow behind us and threaten;
Better to stand in pairs and face them
To suffer together and learn
Learn to take it all as it comes at us, feel through all the abuse
And grope beyond 
To where control depends on us alone
To where no games are played
To where the truth is told plainly, face to face,
To where we love and afflict one another because it is so empty and fearsome
To be alone.
Together we are more than one, less than two, stronger than all.

Lash went the whip and the pain burnt clear
Why such a ritual must be followed is not for reason to sort out
For the Fates have tied our lives together and we must walk as one
With the heart of each in the other's hand,
Knowing love to be a thing of fear and anger and confusion
Quite thoroughly mixed with joy.
So strike out and savor the hurt that flows in the bad times,
That it may teach us what we need to know about the good times,
And those good times tell us what we need to know about ourselves.

My love for you is too great to be put off by pain.
Come along my dear, let's step back into our private world,
Ready to go at it all again.

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Emerging life

Your touch peels away the layers of fear and gently reveals a love
Like spring emerging in spontaneous color and wonder

I had mused - all was lost -that I would never to see the sun and blue skies again 
I was lost in winters grey, bleak bare arms- alone in my cocoon not believing I could ever evolve into a radiant flower again

But now as my growth peeks through the melted ice - I joyously unfold, unraveling 
Velvet petals-layers of trust radiate a passionate bouquet of loves ardent harvest

I believe I can produce a harvest of good fruit from my union with the pro-creator of life - He shall abundantly fulfill His goodness in my life- as sure as the sun rises in newness each day - I shall shine forth His glory in me - for I cannot hide His love - it encompasses all I am fulfilling His purpose - honey flows from the rock that is steadfast and sure I am His forever.  

© Brenda V Northeast 3 March 2012

Details | Quatrain | |

As I Open My eyes

I wander through this world and I do get lost,
Though I become aware of what this all cost.
Sometimes the pieces do not always fit,
Sometimes I can’t see from this place I sit.

As the light retreats I wonder where it went.
Nothing returns from all messages I sent.
The stars and the moon shine so bright.
They seem like a reminder, now it is night.

Tail lights vanish into the dark night
 Once in view, but now out of sight.
Things disappear that were once so clear,
As darkness surrounds I am left with my fear.

A beacon of hope seems to guide me through. 
I awake this morning to a day that is new.
I hope and pray, the sun will shine,
To warm my soul, so I will feel fine.

So many things seem to get in the way.
But I am just glad to wake up today.
Maybe after time all will seem right.
My future’s before me, the sun shines bright.

I realize I am not bound to any course.
I feel some sorrow and find the source.
I know that happiness comes from within,
I step to the start yet don’t know where to begin.

Still it seems better than it was yesterday,
I gaze around to find another way.
All that I search for is right before me.
I just open my eyes and then I can see.

It isn’t a mystery I’ve been here before,
As a window closes it opens a door.
I gather the pieces from off of the floor,
My eyes shall see what there is in store.

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the Father visits his son in the dark of day
The son is abed, pale in the light of night
For the sun and moon are witness in this hour of twilight
But the sun is not heat and does not shine as bright
And the moon is not rigid rock
The sun is a warm hope, fading ever so slightly
The moon is softness, the dark is soothing

The son is abed, covers sprawled over his listless form
The son is restless, he doth not sleep
The son is ebbing, his heart does weep
and his Father lifts the covers up tight around his chest
and kisses his brow;
The son blinks wearily, smiles wanly, whimpers meekly

Sleep my son, the Father whispers

But I cannot sleep - Sleep eludes him
I want to play - Rest prances about him
close enough to want, just out of reach
And how can I sleep father? - How can he rest atop this fated bed?
When I wish to wake? - When his heart doth weep restlessly?

the Father wavers, he caresses the son's brow, but not his heart
For the heart is within, the caress without,
Rest my son, he says, rest and forget
The Father, gently, lovingly, pulls the covers up, tight around the son's neck

But father, father why
My heart will not sleep
Five more minutes? Just five.

Sleep son, the hour is late, the time is neigh

And the Father, always lovingly, he pulls the covers tight over the son, and lowers him into 
the ground.

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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.

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Just another day

Mornings brilliance
lets the sun spread it’s grin
Slowly warming the beds
awakening the flowers
as they raise their heads
birds chorus dawns delight
melancholic tunes contrite
Nature’s charms begin to stir
Doors slam shut and engines whirr
A shout of ‘Hello’, or ‘Good morning dear’,
Friendly waves and nods of cheer
Then traffic jams and people queue
Paper stands sell the daily news
Off to work the adults go
mums to school with kids in tow
A lovely day is off to start
Fulfilled with joy ‘till sun departs.

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for lost in the day and the sounds of the sun
with hands in the air and feelings undone
as life in the sands and the pouring of fear
of love and of death, it fails with a cheer

Details | Quatrain | |

Where do you go

The night sky calls, invites me home.
The moon and stars shine all alone.
The moon is full and starts to glow,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

The stars seem like diamonds in the sky.
They have no wings yet they do fly.
Their brilliance just continues to grow,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

The sun returns and shines so bright,
Providing light to chase away the night.
The rhythms of life still persist and flow,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

The air gets hot as the day lingers,
I watch as life slips through my fingers.
There’s something more I wish to know,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

The sun kisses the horizon as it sets,
What you want may not be what you get.
A cool evening breeze begins to blow,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

The cycle is complete as it gets dark,
I look for a place to make my mark.
The stars and moon begin to show,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

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Pleasure Is

Pleasure is.
So sweet the seasons sounds,
That makes for those summer days.
Skies make for a back drop of hues of blue,
Sweet mowing grass now sheared as hay.

Upon my face the beads of perspiration,
As I wipe my fevered brow.
The days now long as I swing forth the scythe,
High above the sun beats down.

A shout breaks my concentration,
For it is Mary who is my love.
Under a large oak tree she shelters,
Truly a pure vision from above.

For with her a wicker basket,
Its contents now lay out before.
She beckons me come forward,
Asl my senses cry out for more.

In her tender arms my head gently lies,
Beneath a canopy of green.
 Dappled sun light highlights her flowing hair,
For the world id trade, for these moments gleaned.

©N . Windle. 2009	

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"Will someone please answer!"
I scream and I Shout,
I'm trapped in this hole
And there is no way out!

Will someone, anyone find me?
I'm stuck in the abyss.....
who ever said that ignorance was bliss?

Never seen sunlight, nor moon in the sky.
All I can do is lay here and die.
Stay in this hole like a bird in a cage.
Lie here and rot till the end of my days.

I live a life of hopes and dreams,
But they all end in dying screams.
The sun shies behind my perfect cloud,
Stuck in the shade, lost in the drought...

When memory is gone and faded away,
You can bet on me being here to stay.
No matter how many times I try to leave,
I always fall without feeling the breeze.

One good thing has come of my stay,
I know this hell is my private getaway.
Straying away from the troubles at hand,
The hole has become my promised land.

I lived a life of hopes and dreams,
But they all ended in dying screams.
The sun shone behind my perfect cloud,
What I wouldn't give to be there now.

The next time you see me,
I'll be in real deep.
The sky will be dark,
And i'll look like a freak.

What more can you want from me?
I've only ever done what you've asked.
Now because you were my guide,
My future has become your past.

I want a life of hopes and dreams,
Don't care if they end in dying screams.
The sun may shine behind my perfect cloud,
But at least i would know it was there.........

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The seasons of life

It has sure been a long cold winter,
Like wood in the cold my thoughts splinter.
The cold wind blows so I turn around,
Snow appears like a blanket on the ground.

Everything is gray, no leaves in the trees,
It seems the cold has brought life to its knees.
Ice clings to branches instead of leaves,
Everyone is clad in coats and long sleeves.

Suddenly the sun shines, the ices melt.
The warmth of the sun can surely be felt.
Green sprouts freely from the ground,
I hear the birds sing a joyous sound.

Spring’s in my heart, life is reborn.
Cold winds replaced by a breeze that is warm.
Flowers start to grow as colors return,
Rivers rise up with a foam they do churn.

Summer arrive and everything grows,
Colors explode as the sun glows.
It gets hot so I sit in the shade,
Trees provide a canopy, leaves they made.

The days are so long, filled with light.
Fireflies dance in the warm summer night.
Fish jump up to catch bugs on the pond,
My imagination grows and moves beyond.

Soon the winds chill, Autumn’s in the air,
The sky is so blue the weather still fair.
Leaves change colors, like a picture in a book,
They start slowly and become everywhere you look.

The wind gets colder the leaves fall to the ground.
Caught in a breeze they make a rustling sound.
They seem to blow and get tossed around,
Look up in the trees, none can be found.

The cycle of life repeats once again,
New life arises from the ashes of the end.
Abundance in spring, fall shall deplete,
Living then dying the cycle’s complete.

Details | Rispetto | |

A Sparkle

Sunlight is described on the space where it lays The sun beams is what lands here and there throughout A warm feeling is expressed in some fine ways There’s a sparkle like a jewel all about Even the tree branches ignite with great pride Everything around has surely come alive The pollen glows within the light breezeless air A calmness exists in excess everywhere Russell Sivey
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At Morning Play

The sun shines gently upon me. 
The birds are busy at play.
The children are sleeping. 
The cats are out creeping.
And the dog has been barking all day.

The birds cackle and chirp;
As they play a round of hide and seek.
The dog watches with excitement, 
as the cat strolls by so frail and meek.

A good morning kiss from the sun to the world.
Its a brand new day.
wake up boys and girls.

Details | Rhyme | |

curse at the sun, pray for the rain

The sun stands head held high shimmering of pride
People glide so mundane with a consistent stride
I look left and right all is the same
I curse at the sun and pray for the rain

Troops are killed in a foreign land
History laughs at the stupidity of man
We kick rocks and look to the sky when we asks who’s to blame
I curse at the sun over the sands and pray for the rain

The minute hand rolls as your life goes
Why is everything so typical, who the hell knows?
I curse at the sun and pray for the rain
I curse at the sun and pray for a change
Boredom strikes hard God life is lame

Details | Free verse | |


Please don't
They are angry
At us for deceiving
We're left in this cold alley
Thrown like dog's
Im waiting for the right time
But my pulse is not going so fast as when they were here
Because of a religion im a target
Because i want to be myself
They want me
And my beloved 
Please tell me your ok
Tell me is over now
All she asked me
My self with frozen tears falling down
A little bit longer and we are gonna be in heaven
She said i am lying
I said
Sometimes truth is hidden between lies
She want's me to hold her tight
But we must play dead until every one else die
I asked her back
Do you remember?

When We met each other
Playing dead with the dogs
She said back
I do
And look at us now
Playing dead again with death by the side
I told her there how much i loved her
She stood quiet
After long seconds she said with her trembling voice
Me too
Snow is cold
Heart is not strong
I told her to focus
It was gonna be over soon
Then she said repeated i love you
Then i stood quiet
I was gonna say love you too
When a soldier jumped at us and started shooting at the dead bodies
I looked at her pretty eyes
Her frozen lips i say the move and i spelled "I Love You"
Right there bullets got her
Her blood was every were
The soldier wasted all his bullets
Then he left
My cried there
But the cold didn't my tears fall

Two nights later
The invasion was over
I was able to stop playing dead
I ran to her body
And hug it tight
Saying sorry and repeating i love you hundreds of times
For that time the sun shined bright on that solo tunnel
I looked at the sun with fear
And asked why did she left...
She promise me before they came here she wasn't gonna die
Not with my son inside
Then tears broke from my eyes like a river
Two lives in one
How can that embrace my life
Then i stood up and walked away
Leaving behind
The note i never lend to her...


My love, much time have passed since last time, i am most certain i haven't called either
send a picture of me, but everything is fine, hope you are too, by the way i wanted to
remind you how much and how strong i love you, i promise one thing, I will not die, you
will see me one more time, a time that will cut forever, hope the sun is burning bright
there, i heard snow is bad, i will come back home in 6 days, ti'll then put your love on
the pocket, i'll be back home darling... 

Much Love, your Husband Wes Ortiz

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Acting My Age

“You’re not a giddy teenager
So why can’t you act you’re age?”
I looked at him heartbroken
Then my body shook in a rage

“Being passionate about life
Means I am acting like a child?
You demand that I be demure
Does that mean being meek and mild?

No, no, my dear, I want to shout
I want to be crazy and mad
To stick my head out the window
Belt out love songs that make me glad

I want to let my body move
To a belly dance drumming sound
I want to feel young and alive
Make love without hushing the sound

On days when I water the yard
I want to get wet to the core
As I point the hose to the sky
The wetness makes me crave for more

I want to see my sun catcher
Make the rainbows dance on my wall
And have multicolored sweet dreams
I want to wander through them all

When you take me for a long ride
I’ll let the wind dance with my hair
I want the music to be loud
What if people just stop and stare?

I want to laugh till my sides hurt
And the tears are just streaming down
I want people to be happy
So I play the part of the clown

They say life begins at forty
Now I know that it does for me
Don’t you dare try to bring me down
You know this 'girl' needs to feel free

Peter Pan’s not the only one
Who will stay forever this young
He’s got me for good company
You know, we have songs yet unsung

So…please, if I am eccentric
And acting a little insane
Remember that I’m passionate
So please, I beg you, don’t complain

And when I want to be ravished
Or to play a naughty love game
Don’t say that was for way back then
Don’t you dare try to make me tame

I desire to ingest life
At a mad and frenetic pace
I am desperate to feel the rain
Splashing down on my upturned face

You know that I must be sun kissed
And to spray on coconut spray
To do handstands in seawater
And to bask in this sun drenched day

I want to cry when things move me
I want to feel, to taste, to touch
I want to giggle like a girl
When something does please me so much

I’m sorry I disappoint you
Sorry I don’t act forty five
But before this life is over
I want to feel vibrant…alive!

Yet, I will try not to shame you
Try to tone it down just a bit
But my dear, this fact you must know
In your box, I surely don’t fit

Yes, you may think I’m 'immature'
And I may act much like a teen
But I’d rather be wild and free
Than captive to rules like a queen."

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Sun warmed the noon air, as
Umbrellas gave a shade to girls in bikinis.
Marvel of nature was visible with ocean waves
Made, as they moved with vigor. 
Everyone around the scene had something worth
Remembering, for the rest of their lives!

Date: 29/09/2014

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People change.
The beggars randomly scorn the commoners
When refused a beg,
And solemnly retreat to their
Dejected lives, waiting for another expedition..
The obnoxious fact that 
Men control their fates,
And women control their mates,
All are portentous assumptions 
To relieve the baffled human soul
From another.

We wish there were trees 
Huge enough to shadow over our sins,
Then perhaps, a certain recluse 
Cant be blamed,
Unless found detained to a bark.
When friends are supposed to be friends
And enemies the same,
There is no difference:
As the setting sun puts out the light of the world
Technology blooms, like a goblin
We seem to be lost in neon lights,
Smoke, drugs, parties....panties
That is the rarity itself.
The odd mother unable to feed her children,
The kittens dying under the shade
The grandmas and grandpas living like a ghost, alone, for days

The sun comes up again,
Feeling bright and bringing a 'new day'.
Nothing changes
The face, maybe, not the phases.

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Dark clouds abound the skies
Wind blowing leaves and dusts
Drops of rain on pour
Wet slippery dangerous roads..

All these a melancholic sight
Aghast the coolness of the breeze
Apparent the absence of radiance
So thus the glow of sunlight

Some adores and loves this scene
As for me, I don't
I beckon the rays of sunshine
I cherish the warmth of luminescence

Gladness fills instantly my heart
When on daybreak I see the sun
Sunrises brings forth better beginnings
Sunsets reflects new hopes not ending

by: olive_eloi

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Africa III

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

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

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

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard

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

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

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

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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.

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Walking Contradiction

A metaphor you wont understand, a hint you don't quite get, a curtain slowly opening 
up and then falling closed once more. A skittish animal running out of reach and then 
looking back, the sun shining behind the clouds, and a bright eyed child, so curious, but 
hesitating just behind its mothers skirts. 

In another place, another time, tomorrow is the here and now. but in the here and 
now, tomorrow never comes and we seem to live in the past. Through the metaphor, 
through this opening curtain, trots a skittish wolf with its ears laid back, as light as the 
mist around it. Stalking silently through the low brush, as i'm walking past these 
speeding cars on this empty street. The glittering sun breaks free from the clouds 
grasp. its a golden meadow in the city of backwards trees.

Finding my way to a smooth pond, gazing into the glass surface where the raindrops 
fall up. Hearing everything when nothing is making noise, looking up at the invisible 
people, smiling, and looking down once again. Hiding behind a different sort of skirt 
now, not a child anymore. And as the rain petals fall up, distorting the ponds surface, 
the mist wolf stands beside me as we stare into the water, and our reflections slowly 
disappear. Gone, along with the invisible people...
None of us were ever really there to begin with.

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Sunday's Gift Out On The Porch

Nip in the air speaks loudly
Seek a warmer place in the sun
Sun slowly speaks with a southern drawl
Her lavender dress creeping behind 
Trailing a beautiful skirt on morn's horizon
Max, Maximilian Sunflower almost outsparkles the early sun
The sun that slowly glows orange through the Leland Cyrpress and woodsy trees
Whitey waits huddled against the corner post cold needing Sun to hurry along so she can 
climb onto the roof enjoying the radiant heat
Nip wants to send me away so that warmth will penetrate aching bones
Desiring to visit with the weak crowing rooster's song for just a moment longer
Those moments that are swiftly passing now as the sun's radiant golden light comes higher
with sun loosing her gown of lavender
Becoming naked before the earth for their joining of spirits to reciprocate love for each other
Thanks to God for the day and for the life and beauty to enjoy once more!

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I have choice, I AM FREE

Instructed to order, his command I’d abide
To live and to breathe, right there at his side.
My life was for him to do as he please,
Until I remembered the strength inside me.
I found my courage and chance to be free.

So now when I see the pour of the rain
I walk through the re-growth,
Remembering my own regeneration.
When I see the sun fading, I smile,
Looking forward to tomorrow,
Because it's mine to plan.

When I see grey clouds pass overhead,
I know I am strong enough to highlight the fun I had today.
If I am pulled down, criticized, I know it's my choice to listen.
So with each bad day I remind myself of one good thing,
And know I can make lots more tomorrow.

It’s my life now and I’ll make it how I want it to be.
When I smile I know others smile with me,
And as I laugh others laugh with me,
And if they do laugh at me, why should it matter,
I make the future bright because I have new strength,
That grows with each new sun set.

I am free and it's okay to be me.
So when the night turns cold and I’m alone,
I know I’m alright because I have new insight to guide me,
And I now have choice standing beside me.

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The Sun

A bright, blinding disc,
Impossible to miss. 
Only during the day, 
When kids are out to play. 

It radiates warmth and love, 
Shining with brilliance from above. 
Children squeal and dogs bark, 
All in the beauty of the park. 

Without the sun life would've been a dream, 
Instead we have cool, purified streams. 
Some of which came from water in the drain, 
Which evaporated and came down as rain!  

The sun is our companion and our friend, 
Who will be with us till the very end. 
Without it we have no life, no fun, 
So spend lots of time with our friend the sun! 

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The calm waters edge
Happily splashing the shore
The look of the calm
So happy and free
The perfect place
Anyone should want to be
Thoughts of friends
Family you wish to share this moment with
The overwhelming feeling of joy
A swirling in your mind
The most amazing scene by mankind
Displayed right before your eyes
You want to cry 
At this feeling of pride
The pride and love of what is in front of your eyes
This epic moment 
Sun shining to the sea
Such an amazing thing 
Between the rays of light on sea
You see such godlike things
This whole feeling bringing you to your feet
For there is nothing like this
This one thing
The joy of this scene 
The warmth of the light beaming
The feeling of being free
This perfect view.
As the sun slowly flows down
You sit with it 
Staring at the sea
Its depth amazing
What  it can hold
All the life inside its depth
The suns gleam
Off this godly thing
Makes you wonder
How such a beautiful thing
Exists in this world of death.
The trees stir
The sun now tucked away
The ocean moves, calm as every other day
Laying down by its edge 
You look towards the sky
The stars slowly form
Showing their light
the moon takes the place
As the cool new sun
The crisp air of night
Flooding your mind
Making you lose track of time
Drifting to sleep
You awake in your dreams
The same old scene
Surrounds you
Yet it is not the same joy
The feeling is strange
The sun is clouded
Darkness making the ocean look grey
What was once a nice day
Has been shown to the side of decay
The wind flows around
But in a different tone
The way it moves
No, no something is wrong
The once clear open sky
Now looks to have drowned and died
The soft ocean seems to turn tide
Then the noise.
There is nothing.
The storms fury is coming
Spin, turn, look for a escape
Unable to hear yourself over the gale
You shut your eyes and think of the time
That time...
The one with the nice breeze
The one with the clear sky
The one that made you cry
Cry and cry
Those tears of happiness and content
The beautiful scene 
That beautiful time.
the one that there was not a care in sight
the one where stars where shown bright
yes, yes once upon a time...

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Petals In Bloom

I’ve been waiting in the sunshine
For my time to grow.
I’ve waited through the frost and shine,
And through several foot deep snow.

The flowers all around me, grown,
Their petals shine in deep full bloom.
While me I’m still a long thick stick
With only small leaves to groom.

Now I’ve seen these flowers die,
But I’m still standing strong.
For awhile I wanted to be these flowers,
But now I see I’m wrong.
For while these flowers may be pretty,
They don’t have the strength to last,
Through sun and storm and sun again,
I am a tree, alas.

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morning arrives

song breaks the stillness
calling the sun from slumber
dawn chorus begins

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Try to catch the wind

I sit and watch the sun go down
I think perhaps myself I found
This is the time when memories begin
I might as well try to catch the wind.

The skies grow dark I see the stars
I dream of Jupiter and of Mars
The moon looks like it has grinned
I might as well try to catch the wind.

It always starts as it gets dark
This emptiness inside my heart
Perhaps I think I may have sinned
I might as well try to catch the wind.

The sun comes up to greet the dawn
I can’t believe it took so long
The skies are where my hopes are pinned
I might as well try to catch the wind.

Things will come and go away
Perhaps it will be better today
The world shall turn my knees get skinned
I might as well try to catch the wind.

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Faithfulness Of Seasons

Each day the sun rises
Dependable light source
The birds sing your praises
With fervent joy of course

Fall follows summer now
Season of slower pace
The farmer puts away plow
Rural life a different race

Winter brings very own challenge
With a chill all around
That sun keeps on rising
Even the birds slow their sound

Then one day Son triggers
An awakening to those resting
No longer is it winter
Spring's voice is calling

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Feelings SMP


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 

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

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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.

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Are we never satisfied ?........... Stop and look out your window !!!!!!!

When the weather is cold
we complain,
When the weather is hot
we complain,
It’s to windy !
I hear you say,
Theres not enough
breeze to dry my clothes today.

Why does it always 
rain on my day off ?

Why does the sun always shine 
when am at work ?

Can you remember snow,
My grandchildren say
’’what is snow ’’granny

Why are we never satisfied
when the sun shines
phew…...It’s to hot !

When the wind blows
brrrrrrrrr….It’s to cold !
Are we never satisfied.

Why don't we appreciate
what we get 
We need the different

Look out of the window
see the beautiful colors
of trees and flowers.

Look at all the different shades
of green,

Our weather is what makes
England the green and 
and pleasant land it is.

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pull though

we live in an angelic world made by numbers
all that i know that its made by nature
stones fall and trees grow
day by day we all grow together
all along we live in a beautiful world
we all rejoice together and bound together like leafs on a tree 
just like how they fall and die
we can all do it some how we all have
some one to lean on
close our eyes and get lost in motion transition between man and nature
we can all pull though
sea is spinning around the world
the rain comes and goes 
every time you see the snow comes a white light in our eyes
we all grow with cakes and candles
the old faces fade and so do the new
but we all live in a beautiful world
the sun rises every morning 
for some others have there backs turn
but wats ever happed to our souls its happened to someone else
so dont look back and grow old
burn your anger not your soul
just think that your still have this beautiful world
were the sun will always smile in the morning at you
every time i look around i see beautiful
long green grass
gliding objects all over my head
and me and you together
i know we can all live together as the light touches our hands we think of future plans
so make me unstopperble

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Distant Clouds and Fading Stars


Looking at the crowds, in different ways now....

As they turn their heads and I close my eyes

Smiling as I walk on by; wondering, if ever they heard

These words, while the days did fade to slip away ~

Turning towards the Sun I have known....

Calling cards they failed to hold, as I spilled my heart

Upon this Soul, amid distant crowds and fading stars

Looking at the skies in different ways, while its blue

Fades to black and yet, still they'll say as I take a bow ~

Lower my head, gently smile, walk on past; turning 

Towards the Sun I have known, and calling cards they

Failed to hold, as I spilled my Soul upon this heart....


....“In These Distant Clouds And Fading Stars” *

Note: Smile ~ Written 10/25/08 * “Love, `Always,`” John!:) ~

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Internal Sky

As the clouds appeared, 
they seemed to turn colors.
Beautiful colors that were violet, 
pink, blue, and some with a yellow 
sensation that filled the air with 
a sweet, sweet smell of summer,
Along with the colored clouds,
There was a breeze that the sun blew, 
it seemed that the sun was concentrating 
on cooling me off.
The trees did not stir one leaf.
The sun was concentrating on me!
It made me proud, proud to know 
someone recognized the pain in me.
The clouds moved on slowly, leaving 
a trail of colors in the sky.
My attention rose to the sun, it 
had moved as though it had been 
shot across the sky by a gun, then 
slowly, slowly to its death it dropped.  
The stars appeared like diamonds,
the moon a sapphire – they are the 
love of the night.  I soon went 
into the deep sleep of eternity.

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Under the African Skies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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To survive

Swaying away in the glints of the sun
shielding the mice from the birds overhead
smiling shly thinking my work's nearly done
nearly time to sleep in my earthy bed

Soon the sky will darken, sun disappears
the fronds  will curl up to sleep till dawn
When sun is up , it stretches and re-appears
ready to shield and hide and look upon 

The fronds remind me of a parents part
in shielding and keeping us from harm
This done with  love and from the heart
always there for us , always  so calm

Relaxed in the knowledge of a job well done
opens up the shield lets the light into our lives
Time for us all to make the decisions alone
your folks step back, it's up to us to survive

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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?

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A Date

Rushing through lusty August towards
A vault of blue, a longing promise.
It is like waiting for the visiting moon,
The day when the silver light shimmies past
My bedroom curtains, and I will look up
And I will feel the burning of the heart.
Mist will pour down from the Sun
And the same mist will fall from my mouth.
I will no longer be in need and
It will all sliver pass me.

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To you I will lean

Life has been long tressed out bitter sometimes filled with many fears 
filled with many tears days I've spent counting the tears from life up's and
downs thinking to myself when will this dark circle around this cloud pass me by

I always look up towards you for strength and guidance needing more and more
everyday hoping my life will change in a spirtual way I can only hold on to your 
unchanging hand as I pass through this life's quick sand you are the only one 

who can see me through without you I can't make it through this tunnel of life's
dispair as I wake up today I can see the clouds and the milky way as I sit up on 
my bed I can feel your love everywhere I know that a change is going to come

with each rising of the sun a new day a new way with your love I'll be okay 
I'll keep holding on to the sun a new day has just begun I'm still here I'm free
I'm healed sent here to do my master's will


Details | I do not know? | |

For I, I was born to rise. . .

did you think you could pull me down?
was your intention to break my wings?
i cannot stay down in the dust,
for i, i was born to rise. . . 

i am a precious, beautiful and black diamond,
all the scrubbing and processing did not phase me,
the acid you are pouring on me cannot kill me,
for i, i was born to rise. . . 

does the confidence i have threaten your existance?
the curve balls you keep throwing at me won't hinder me,
as for the bullets in your eyes, i'm not afraid,
for i, i was born to rise. . . 
like the sun rising after each night of darkness,
like the stars come out after the sun has gone,
my spirit will keep springing in high hopes,
for i, i was born to rise. . .

i am going to soar on the waves of the wind,
i am going to rise and not sink anymore,
i am going to walk tall even though i am short,
for i, i was born to rise. . .

Details | Epic | |

Dear Love of Mine

Dear love of mine
I will wait til the end of time
Searching through worlds for you
The sun is going down 
Tomorrow will bring me you
Sunlight slips through your hair
Catching the curve of your smile
Where has time taken you
Gone from me
Lost for now
Meet me at dusk 
Up on the willows bow
That’s where I wait for you now
Don’t fret love of mine 
We will find each other in good time
The sun is setting now 
Darkness encircles my world
But your smile makes it bright
These shadows cannot kill your light
Tomorrow will bring our love anew
If there is no tomorrow 
I know our love does not die in sorrow

Details | Lyric | |

Be Still My Love

Written March 25, 2013

Any minute now
The sun will rise again
A ship sets sail for the ocean
Another's coming in
I don't quite know
Where I should even begin

The day breathes a sigh
That makes me wonder why
The rain falls only in the den
Where we sit so patiently and wait
The same couch from our first date
Maybe this is just our fate

What house is this I'm in
The paint is wearing thin
The sound of stories told
Has got me growing old
Just you and me my darling
And all the red starlings

Any minute now
The night will come again
We'll set sail for the ocean
Watch others coming in
If I ventured in the slipstream
Would I find you in my dreams

So be still my love
Don't fear this life you're in
Things will change this time around
I'll let the light shine in
I'm just waiting
For this life to begin

Details | Free verse | |

Carry Me This Day

The sun rose red
Like a hot fire
On cold winter's day
Through the mist
Shrouded fog, bright red
It did blaze

Scattered whispy clouds
But some on horizon
Of heavy charcoal gray
Blessings they are
To keep summer's heat
Far away at bay

The roosters' crow
But faint the sound
As if tired of heat
Which they want to go away 
Or maybe the old ones sleep
Before the misery comes to stay

Mostly natures quiet this morn
A crow caws here and there
Few crickets chirp
But the birds aren't up
Or busily feed and drink
Of dew laden plants
Before sun dries it all away

Fill me my cup with 
Moisture laden spirit
Don't let it run dry today
Give me bread from heaven
To carry me all this day_ 

Free Verse for lack of what else to call it

Details | Rhyme | |

Shadows Stretch and Shrink...

splintered moons are always moving over my night skies
and shooting stars always are greeted with a surprise
sunsets, in autumn, always fall with the leaves that let go
and someday you will eventually know 
that everything happens for an unknown reason 

shadows stretch as each night dims to a darker gray 
and stars wink in a direction that's a thousand years away 
as clouds move through and cry frozen tears of snow 
and someday you will eventually know 
that love also has a calendar of changing seasons

each day the night betrays the sun at a different time
and the stars twinkle their lights to a rhythmless chime
but in the darkest days of winter there's no sun left to glow
and someday you will eventually know
that all cycles seem to have an act of treason

Details | Cinquain | |

The Solar Effect

The Sun 
The nucleus
Of our space radius
A constant, its incandescence

Its light
Energy source
Divinely bestowed force
That burst across the Universe

Of attraction
In all things and beings
Magnified by the force of love

A  huge cocoon
Of warmth like a greenhouse
That gave birth to our planet earth
Our berth.

The sun 
Solar effect
That will never object
To the release of its light beams
In speed.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 02.07.10

Details | Rubaiyat | |

On the High Peak

Oh how beautiful the sun that was rising,
The sun I had spent my life despising.
It marked a time of torture, a time of grief,
The dead, knotted trees above me had not one leaf.

I wished for my life to end, for my sorrow was not known,
Tears would not come, the pain went down to the bone.
Comfort was all I wanted, my heart was so sore,
My one true love was no more.

My  eyes darkened and my soul gave a mighty shriek, 
For I had pushed the knife inside me on that high peak.
I opened my eyes, life was still mine, 
My mistake was realized, in God I do trust for he lived in the beginning of time.

Details | Rhyme | |

Just Like The Others

" Just Like The Others "

They found her near the rivers bank
as the sun rose in the mornings rain
her body beaten and bloody with no clothes
her precious life went down the drain.

This young girl was such an angel
her feathers ripped from off her wing
they found her broken golden halo
as the church bells softly ring.

She was a families special daughter
her loving heart was full of glee
her childhood was love and laughter
she had a closeknit family.

Soon she faced her teenage years
Just Like The Others can't you see
they all had some fun with alcohol
which led to speed and ecstasy.

All teens will bow to peer pressures
she tried these things onto the next
and of course she had no creed
not until she boast of sex.

Sliding down further a twisted spiral
sadly another young wasted life
drinks, drugs and sex will take their toll
a young childs life is full of strife.

Many bad things done to fuel her habit
had caused her to lose her self control
to feed her cravings and ease the pain
this young girl has sold her soul.

She is so young and just turned twenty one
the last few years have not been kind
her pride and beauty is now all gone
the drinks and drugs have destroyed her mind.

Now she has taken to using needles
this young girl has fully given in
no more speed nor ecstasy
she is using heroin.

This young girl now street parades
in high heels and real short skirts
gaining her money for her drugs
and she is treated just like dirt.

Now there is no longer any help for her
she has thrown it all away
trying bad things unto the next
soon with her life she will pay.

Its sad to think we all have failed her
by ignoring all of the destructive signs
because we always let this happen
repeated again time after time.

We blame the media and this age
by branding the young folks all the same
citing the drugs and a drunken binge
its sad we never take the blame.

These precious youngs ones are our kids
why have we let them all fall down?
Were we too busy not to see?
To watch them flounder and slowly drown.

Yes, they found her near the rivers bank
as the sun rose in the mornings rain
her body beaten and bloody with no clothes
her precious life went down the drain...

Penned By MPK

Quote: Life Is Poetry In Motion, Great Poets Reflect Emotion.

Quote: The Best And Most Beautiful Thing In The World Can't Be Seen Or Touched.

It Must Be Felt With You Heart...

Details | Free verse | |

The Sun Set Fireball Red

The sun set like a fireball but invisible
Clouds had the it hidden from view
So the sun won the battle 
Casting the whole western cloudy sky red
Even clouds wrapped to the northeast paled pink
Beauty for humans ~ animals? to behold
Blessings to end the day, excitement at God's paintbrush
Thank you God for your love and bounty

Cody came home yesterday!

Details | Rhyme | |

A Great Morn's Show

As morn's sun cracks the horizon
Casting pink Easter dress
Redbud stands with newly acquired
Full green hair, I am blessed

The fireball sun floats on pink clouds
Like China doll surrounded
By full dress and stiff crinoline
God's beauty compounded

As the roosters steadily crow
Song birds sing very close
A new song I have just heard
Turkeys' gooble like ghost

The sun has changed from red to orange
Now it has become gold
God has choregraphed
For all a great morn's show

Details | Triolet | |



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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

The heavens declare

The heavens declare God’s glory

As the body without the spirit is dead
So too the moon is dead 
It has no light of its own
Without the light of the sun 
She cannot shine and give light
In the darkness

So too as the sun rises
In newness each day
So too shall the moon
Rise in newness of light
Reflecting the Glory

Like a whirling dancer
The heavens swirl
And sway dressed 
In her skirt of stars 
To the lyrical rhythm
The musical beat 
Of The word of life

© Brenda V Northeast 21/ 01/ 2012

Details | I do not know? | |


Basking in the sun on a warm summer day
Closing your eyes and drifting away
The day melts into a web of thought as the moon gently masks the sun

Spiraling downward towards the menacing dark
You search your soul for that life giving spark
A hope of love to guide the way to your childhood fun

As the stars move in to greet the moon 
Your inner peace rises to croon
A lullaby to sooth the soul and heart

All negative thoughts scream as they pass by
You’re in control of this wayward ride
Keep humming for your destination isn’t far

How much you desire to live this life of peace
A wish upon a star, some hope, to please
that wondering mind so full of discontent and hate

You hear and see a familiar face
It’s you at age ten just hiding away
in the dark and alone begging to be saved

You reach out to the boy to embrace him
The two of you become one again
Exhilarating this must feel to know you are one

The light behind you shines to show the way
You peacefully walk towards the light with no desire to stay
in this dark and disgusting web that the evil of your mind has spun

You greet the morning sun with love
You gaze upon the sky above
searching the heavens for God’s glory

The skies don’t open as you sit and pray
But a tingling in your heart gives way
to the feeling of peace ending so much pain to your story

This may happen to you my friend
A feeling of loving thyself that never ends
So open your heart and let the blissful peace take over your fear

It won’t be easy to block the evil and negative thoughts
But the alternative is to allow it to fester and rot
Within your heart and soul you can hear the screams come near

So, steer from this evil place you call home my friend
And accept the love, peace, and hope that never ends
It’s your world to conquer not the iniquity of pain!

Details | Rhyme | |


I was the sunshine that cradled your day 
that tried to push the clouds away 
I was the sand that ran between your toes 
when you were four years old 
that soon became the rain you danced in 
from seven to eleven 
And I watched you grow in the glow 
of a moon that beamed 
when you turned thirteen 
How unfair you thought I'd become 
when you turned twenty-one 
because you lost a few dreams 
But I stayed awake when you were out late 
I was the stars 'till you turned twenty-eight 
And when you found your love 
"the one" 
I was glimmer in the eye, the blue sky, the sun 
Then you turned thirty-one 
I became cloud, thunder and shower 
there weren't enough minutes to put in your hour 
You forgot how to dance in the rain 
'till you turned forty all you did was complain 
Then you took off your shoes 
and went back to the sand 
I was now the warmth of your child's hand 
At forty-three 
you spent more time with me 
You began 
to understand 
And when you stood fifty years old 
you stayed warm to me even though 
at times I was cold 
How close we grew 
when you turned sixty-two 
The breeze was I 
that hung your grandchild's kite in the sky 
And I'm sorry I made you sad 
when I took "the one" away 
But I was proud 
when you pushed aside that cloud 
and cradled 'me' in the sun 
for the remainder of our day

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 | Rhyme | |

A Summer Picture

Here sitting at the waters edge
watching the sun shines through trees
the water sparkling crystal clear
this scene puts one at ease

Looking through the waters clear
stones lie clearly at rivers base
the ripples run at waters tip
peace is evident on one's face

This is indeed summer's picture
making one glad it is here
looking forward to more like this
enjoying such a view so clear

The sun's warmth one does feel
it brightens one inside and out
lifts our full complete person
to heights above without a doubt

Details | Free verse | |

Gods Beauty

I thank your dearly god for all the days
 You've shown us beauty in so many ways
 The crimson sun against the smoky sky
 The speckles of villages from mountains high
 When everything is covered with a film of dust
 Painting your trees 'n shrubs with a film of rust
 September's trees in warm attire all flush
 As they cover their bareness in quite a rush
 The fires that creep over the hills at night
 A pretty red rope is all that's in sight
 So much awe in the wake of destruction
 As all your creatures struggle to function
 Under October's sun bearing down
 Upon the ground completely brown
 The rivers trickle to an absolute nil
 As all the land becomes deathly still
 Upon the flats as the heat's haze lingers there
 Survival a must we can hardly bear
 But the trees remind us it again soon will rain
 As in faith their green leaves refutably remain
 As the darkened clouds upon the horizon meet
 The hope in the air drifting past is sickly sweet
 The parched earth eagerly waits to greet
 The large drops of manna falling at its feet
 And we all breath a large sigh of relief
 As with the waters gift, gone is the grief
 Thank you god for all we go through
 When we can't really see what's true
 Time in its circle such a complex thing
 We know healing u always will bring
 So much beauty does abound
 That faith can always be found.

Details | Cinquain | |

Cinquain Train II

Ways, means? 
My shopping list? 
My billfold; my bank card? 
There seems to be inadequacies’ 

the sun is bright. 
I need to cut my grass 
but the sun is so bright today 
I can’t.

from you 
flows the sunshine 
from you the wind is touch 
from you runs the river of life 
for me

will fly and we 
will rejoice at the end. 
If the end comes and with it a 
new start.

and Crocs, 
Cotton-mouth water snakes, 
and those large Logger-head turtles; 
all bite.

this tone, this word 
as it is printed here 
and pass it along to the next 

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.

Details | Rhyme | |

Your Moon, My Ocean

Your Moon, My Ocean
 Should I compare your love to the ocean?
 One heart beating with such fluid motion,
 with such smooth waves flowing from the sea.
 Their white trickling foam washing over me.
 Till your soft currents drag me out to you,
 floating peacefully on soft shades of blue.
 But if you're my ocean than I'll be your moon,
 Looking down from the sky bright at night's noon.
 With my heart beating strong to give you light,
 Till the sun comes to bring an end to night.
 Though that's the moment most precious of all,
 cause as the sun rises, I get to fall,
 fall towards my ocean till our lips meet!
 My Sea, falling in love has been so sweet

Details | I do not know? | |


As I sit I watch as I watch I listen I try and wonder what this life means the trees dance as 
there branches sway with the music of the wind moves through them and whispers a tune of 
undiscovered secrets 
The sun shines as it sends rays of light down to touch every thing with a kiss of warmth 
The sky so blue like the depths of the ocean is scattered with clouds pulling a light gray 
blanket over the world but as the shadows convoy and the sun says good bye the darkness 
creeps over and every thing changes the grass so green like the colour jade now turns dark 
emerald the leaves whip over the ground like tears shed from the trees water falls from 
above and covers every thing with a gleaming sparkle like diamonds the birds above with 
the music of the wind beneath there wings giving them a life of there own as the majestic 
eagle sores and dives you cant help but watch as nature takes it Corse the predator dives 
again into the sea and fly’s away victories with his pray so helpless is the fish to struggle 
with the eagle with the waves beating against the shore I walk in to the suns rays again they 
touch my face with a kiss of warmth chasing the shadows away the grass once more jade 
green the ocean reflecting the sky blue like a mirror with the sand between my toes my path 
clear for the moment of pain and unknown so as I travel I once more listen and I take the 
winds advice I go with the music of life down my path and disappear with the wind my spirit 

Details | Dodoitsu | |


Isn't the brilliant sun the star
of our Universe? Doesn't it rise
at sunrise and brightens clouds?

The sun is a life-giver,
it nourishes with its warm rays
everything beneath this sky...
be grateful as I!

Details | Haiku | |

Robin's fair light

as new life flowers                                                                                                   equal illumination                                                                                                 meager changing clothes                                                                    *           
** the sun the moon draws warming hearts and minds amply a new leaf to turn

Details | Lyric | |

in the southern sun

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Couplet | |


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

Details | Rhyme | |

renewed life

Renewed life                              (9/28/12)

It was mid- afternoon and the sun was hot
As my eyes searched for a cool shaded spot.
But there was none to be found
As my feet burned from the scorching ground.

It seemed like miles that I had traveled
As my thoughts became unraveled.
Thinking about how my life had been
And in this battle could I win.

I lost my job, my house, my family too
Walking these streets not knowing what to do.
But there was something that  for years 
I had not done or tried
As I fell to the ground and began to cry.

LORD ! My life has become empty and hollow
Is this a sign - that with you I should follow?

Right there and then a cloud covered the sun
When I heard a voice say “your life has just begun”.
Follow this path that I will give
And you will see what it is to live “

Then the sun reappeared and washed away all my fears.
In its place came relief, and with it a new belief.
Given to me from above.

I followed his path and spread his word
And preached to others that had never heard.
In the homeless shelters I found my flock
And from that point on - I did not stop.

The homeless now have their faith renewed
And this was the path that I had to do.
I had lost and gave up everything
From my old life, and the path
I now follow is of paradise.

© L . RAMS

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 | Rhyme | |


As the roosters greet the cool morn
Flightless unable to soar
Earthbound noisely let sun hear
I'm here, I'm here such bore

They strutt, throw chest out arrogant
Are they impressing males
Females or try to bolster self?
Oh flightless bird what ails?

The sun that peeked red between clouds
Now is gold above mass
Soon the cool of the morn will wilt;
The roosters' crowing pass.

The sounds of morn that saturate
Enter my being, soul
Soon will evaporate_dry_go
Let moments in soul mould...

Details | Quintain (Sicilian) | |

Insomniac's Prayer

My eyes blink open as the sun retires,
Another day, another waking night,
A mirrored moon far brighter than sun fires,
The silver beams fill my soul with inner light,
Another night given to her desires.

Yet tears flow easy each night as I weep,
My dream to live my life the right way round,
I fear this climb back is the one too steep,
While lying here and counting sheep confounds,
When all I want to do is simply sleep.

Form: Sicilian Quintains

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 | Quatrain | |

A place to make my mark

I look at my life and the journey I’m upon,
As the sun hits the horizon it marks the dawn.
My life is like a chess game and I the pawn,
As I take my next move the pathway is gone.

Gray skies are simply some clouds passing over.
Perhaps my luck is changing I find a four leaf clover.
I wait for the return of the sun, it raises my hope.
My future is before me like a carrot dangling from a rope.

Sometimes the descent is far worse than the fall,
Maybe I should run and pick up the ball,
In the concept of time I remain rather small,
I gather up some speed but then hit the wall.

I look to my heart surely it knows where to go.
What was previously new, the cracks begin to show.
I had hoped by now that I would just know,
You must plant a seed for something to grow.

I look all around and take in all I see.
All of these things become part of me.
I see some leaves fall and know what shall be
Haunting shadows, cast by the lifeless trees.

For now the colors take my breath away.
The air is so crisp on this autumn day.
The animal scurry to find food for the winter
The fabric of life becomes a tree that has splintered.

Although the fabric is tattered and looks worn,
I wonder to myself why was I born?
Is there something I’m missing or is it in front of me,
The closer things are the harder it is to see.

I wander down the street and take a seat in the park.
The sun starts to set, soon it will be dark.
Life seems to glow or perhaps it’s a spark
As I look for a place to make my mark…

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The Future

The Future 
By: Sami LaRose

Life these days is great, I’m so glad I finally got rid of all this hate
College essays and choosing schools is stressful, but it’s nothing to truly worry about until next fall
Still myself as always I refuse to change;  that has always driven others insane
My life was once filled with broken hearts, lost loves and crushed romances but that is now a day in the past, new beginnings at last!
As the sun starts to rise, I rise with it as well, and I get ready for this no longer place I used to call hell.
Finally happy and cheerful just like my old self, it feels great now to feel like I’m not burning in hell
As the seasons begin to change, there are no thoughts of you inside my brain
Free at last! How it feels so good, I almost feel as free as I once did during childhood
With the past be hide me, and now looking towards the future, all thoughts of my lost love totally disappear
It is nice to feel this way again, to be able to go out into the world and make a stand
I am no longer fearful, I am brave. 
I am happy to finally be able to see better days, as the sun stops rising and it is now morning
I think of all the times where I wish I did not exist, and just think
“Wow, I could of missed all of this”

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Come First Midnight To Bury The Dead

Wander through the trench of bodies,
torch held high, the volley's prose.

Overhead the sun still shown,
heat and radon, Oh';
the bliss alight,
the corpses mount come first midnight.

Thus we take the bodies,
the mountainous trench of bodies,
we take them down from whence they fell
and bury their stories for some to tell.

The laborious task to cleanse the streets,
for come midday the feat repeats;
and come midnight again;
we grab our shovels and bury the dead.


Author notes: As the sun intensifies and summer brings it's heat to bare,  I think of the
people without shelter or roof, or shade to hide by.  Having to sustain heat stroke by the
minute, all to satisfy the cavalier apathy of those unwilling and incapable of being
bothered by the suffering of others.

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This and other things I write

This and other 
things I write
By God 
of Earth and Eden
In this life 
I have a seat 
Bitter and sweet 
Heavy and light
I will sit for a while
but then I must buckle
for my boat to set sail
into the Island of Light.

I will wrestle and wrestle
despite those of them
who think they know it all.
And to them I must say
'I never forget a face
but in your case
I will be sad to make
an exception'.

I have a feeling
Bitter and sweet 
Heavy and light
that my life now
has a beautiful meaning
worthy of the struggle
that with my hands 
I work and eat 
not to steal and smuggle.

I have a feeling
that my heart keeps sight
Of what my mind conceals
my mind tells me I am a knight
so what? I reply. What of it?
My heart is fragile and bleeding 
and keeps grist to the mill of it.

I need to read, pray and weep
and my tears are drifting
As the autumn’s leaves
Have fallen and keep falling.
My tears are trickling down
But one day
I will lie down
and be at rest.

After this coming cold winter
I will rise up in the splinter
With my steps up and up 
till I find the garden of spring.

My life has a beautiful meaning
In it I have a feeling
Heavy and light
bitter and sweet 
always worthy of the struggle.

For as the sun hides behind the clouds
and hides behind twilight 
and people on earth wonder 
Where has it gone?
What have we done?
The sun comes up with beautiful light
and when the stars sparkle at night
and people down ponder
how far in the sky are the stars?
Those giant eyes looking down on us
They still come up with heavenly light.

My life has a beautiful meaning
In it I have a feeling
Heavy and light
bitter and sweet 
and always worthy of the struggle.

Thus, I will keep doing what is proper
I will keep doing what is right and sober
I will keep looking for the invisible fountain
Of love and life even in Parnassus Mountain.

Chokri Omri

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

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The Shadow

Would you believe the one thing the shadow does not know is how he came to be.
Stand in the sun and look to the other side of your body from which the sun does shine.
There you will find the shadow, which is something that cannot hear or see.
And, furthermore, the shadow seems to not even have a mind for it lives it's short life just fine.

Then the clouds whisk the sun from view and the shadow does not even say ouch..
For it goes into oblivion as if it never were.
Also, it seems, a magician will never find that shadow in any pouch.
Nor in any fine coat made of fur.

So in reality, the shadow is nothing to fear as it can do no harm.
Not even upon a farm.

But, the object that comes to block the light can be good or bad.
If you are playing as a child and your mother approaches and blocks the light.
Then you have no reason to be sad.
Unless you had done something wrong such as getting into a fight.

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The Scattering that Comes With Painful Impossibility.

Morning light and time breathing, he slipped himself underneath me as daylight broke,
I fought tears, I fought him, I fought myself and life happened in the midst of refusal...

I fumbled in my pockets for pieces of him when the puzzle of me scattered, I watched
months become rich with memories and curls tangle themselves into shadows against the
moon, I yanked out promises as my elbows bruised and wished my mouth had been sewn shut as
my jeans could erase the treasures that were left by his fingerprints...

Letting go of me and I forced myself to reach too far, I challenged my beliefs for the
taste of him, for the taste of a smile when my eyes were wet with the tears I refused to
let fall and I fell, underneath him, on a Sunday, in June, when we spoke too softly for
the sun to hear us and I don't think summer ever knew I was waiting, I don't think he knew
that I patiently watched my heart break.....

Dawn rose in October, afternoon glared at me from beneath the stars in January and I felt
him again as I wrestled with ideas of why I wanted to, and I wondered what his motivation
was in March, on the night the snow fell without regard for our safety, I almost knew it
couldn't be my curls, I felt I was way too...


I felt him in May, I reached for his hand when our windows erased the nightmares, I lay by
his side and listened to his heartbeat to find my voice and we breathed...

when lips touched without speaking, when eyes locked and closed and whispers danced
through sunbeams, when he told me, from underneath me...

he loved me...

before the sun fell and after heartbreak felt a little bit too much like June.

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Come Ride Into Life's Sunset

Written in response to traveling west on a highway facing the sun setting behind dark gray clouds

Come ride into life's uncertain sunset
Where dark clouds may accumulate with dread
Sun's only peeking through mostly ordained
Giving life those moments when with wingspread

One soars in the presence of the Son's love
Feeling His voice tenderly saying come
Feast at my table of gifts tasty, Dove
Focus your eyes upon my beauty some

Ride to life's sunset whatever circumstance
It may present, hold my hand_understand
This is new ground for me_hope accrescence
In love of mankind for heading to promise land

Uncertain skies streaked with gray, sun at bay
Love can lift, sustain, ingrain us for day!

accrescence means growth, continous growth
Click on About This Poem
Sponsor: Michael Falotico
Contest:No Nams On This Love Contest

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Freedom Light

Freedom light

Now and Then I wonder about life, and about death.
And then I start to ponder, and then take a deep breath.
I wrap my arms around myself, my head falls to my chest.
I give myself a warm embrace and wish all of us the best.
For life is now, and only now, which is the only way  to live.
The sun will shine on you somehow, if you take and if you give.
And when it does you'll know it, the person you become.
And when you do you'll love it, and now it's just begun.
So take it all and use it up, do what you want to do.
Go down that road to fill your cup and you'll discover, too, 
that life is free, alive with light, calling out for you.
Your sun and sky, your land and sea, are only for you to move.

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The Rose At The Edge Of Autumn

The sun sincerely set tonight, the rising moon to night's delight, where water couplets parse the night and scattered roots thy rose. Fore every drop that sops the sky and leaves nay speck of dry behind, the lunar orbit weeps this night and scatters roots thy rose. Let us hear the couplets, let us feel the drops, let us be gravity's eventual stop; let us be the anchor of said idle ship, where impacting moisture meets receiving lips. The summer is singing the sun lullaby, the song be so tearful the sun has gone shy, it's hiding behind the yonder hill's boon, the sun has come ready to hibernate soon. The moon's a ready and glowing at ease, for time's never standing- it's pace has increased, the violet tulips have noticed their turn and scattered roots thy rose.

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Have You Ever Sat in the Evening Sun
And Watched its Scarlet Glow
It Turns the Clouds an Eerie Red
As the Shadows Begin to Grow

The Feeling You Get Is Awesome
But Very Hard to Explain
It's like an Unknown Hand
Has Somehow Eased Your Pain

No One Can Truly Describe 
The Affect a Sunset Can Give
To Each of Us It's Different
And We Look at How We Live

So If You've Missed the Setting Sun
That's Something You Should Change
Because it Is the Greatest
It's Wonderful and Sometimes Strange

Connie Moore
August 12, 1992

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The Widow's Mite ~ Weston

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Sun, the Moon and Her

Curse the Sun for its demise
She was only seventeen
	but so much older than the rest
She knew naiveté
She knew it did not last
She sold up on the girl
	and gave a woman's glance
Then the world was a token
The stars bitter broken
She gave to levity
To dam the damned from running free

How dare the blinding Sun rise
She was only twenty-one
	with more future than a past
She looked up and she looked low
She paced the present fast
Then the earth stood still
The stars became a thrill
She took from far below
Where nakedness and shadows grow

The Moon soothed the Sun's lies
	and gave a glow of what had been
She could flee but didn't run
She was only twenty-three
	Let her hear.
	Let her see.
	Let her feel.
	Let her be.

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When Solar Flares

             When Solar Flares

Give The Sun Citations when it disrespects the laws of nature
For not following ways of man at all cost and cause and case
No matter what your rules might indicate
A certain fate awaits

Space between all atoms is enormous
The reason we don’t walk through walls
Or fall through floors is not magic
Atoms don’t hold themselves alone, suspended in empty space

It is magnetic fields that react to those two forces
That keeps the universe in place
When sun’s highways of solar flares, stream in channels 
Travel in their respective places, all is well and fine

When they follow normal traffic rules and stay in lanes
Suns don’t have our mind
They seem to stray in more than one direction
Magnetic streams collide, send corona blasts to Earth

When solar storms collapse for months or years our infrastructures
Say good bye to power grids and life as you once knew it
Prepare to rub two sticks together for heat and warmth
Get out bongo drums
Tap text messages to your friends


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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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I'm In Love with a Hispanic Girl

I'm in love with a Hispanic girl because she's attractive. I'm in love with a Hispanic
girl because she's beautiful, she's smart, kind. and I love her. She's the sun that shines
daylight, the moon that rises at night, and my shining star. When I look into the eyes of
a Hispanic girl, they shine like expensive diamonds worth $1 million. Her hair is so
smooth, so silk, it's like holding a silky cloth made from Persia. Her face is the
complexion of the golden sun and the beauty of a Hispanic girl is like a batch of pink
roses.If this attractive Hispanic girl had a good guy like me in her life, then she
wouldn't have to worry about anymore drama. I know that she's feeling sad inside out. I
also know that this Hispanic girl shouldn't be taken for granted. And I don't want her
beauty to go to waste. Right now, I see this beautiful Hispanic girl as my future
girlfriend, my future wife, and the mother of my children. Until the day I die, I will
spend the rest of my life with her. There's more to life than just talking to Hispanic
girls; it's being with one.

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Days Of Youth And Fish

Fishing was a joy 
A way to let time float by 
Every weekend with his St. Croix in hand 
He would take a leisurely walk to the lake 
And as he did for over fifty years 
Fly fish 

It was always the act 
Not the catch 
That was his way of letting the world 
Fade magically away 

Still… these last several years 
The lake had been quiet and still 
And try as he did 
All the fish seemed to be… gone 

There were times as a boy 
When bite by bite 
The crowded lake, filled with fish 
Would grab the hook 
Until forced to stop by the weight of the load 
He would lie on the cool green grass 
And enjoy the summer sun 

But those were the days of youth and fish 
When the earth was still warmed by the sun 
We’ve taken so much and given back less 
Those days are long since gone

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Have you ever heard

Have you ever heard
The whistle of air 
Around quiet hills
As the breezes dare
Move over the fields 
Turned a luscious green 
By the folly play  
Of the sun and rain
Battling for the gain
Of a longer stay?

Have you ever heard
The groaning of earth
Like a sole cello
Feeling the sorrow
Of its loneliness
Suddenly regressed
By the sound of feet
In the evergreens
That begin its wake
To life to partake?

Have you ever heard
The sound of water
Like light play of keys
As it finally
Breaks through the surface
Downhill it races 
A river is born
That feeds fields of corn
Dancing in the sun 
While birds sing their fun?

Have you ever heard
The music of fire
As it bursts laughing
Crackling sparks inside
A warm fireplace where
A family shares
Hot, grilled marshmallows
As they play Uno.
The circle of love,
Miracle of life.

By CarolineCecile.
Copyright Feb. 2011.

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The Flavor of Life

There are times when the sun doesn't shine,
like an orange not juicy nor sweet.
If the fruit of the sky doesn't open its eye
then the flavor of life will deplete.

What a horrible season--the rain--
as if onions made cumuli cry!
Who has need of a spice that can yield nothing nice
for the people beneath such a sky?

Though I know today's fruit will be sweet,
for this orange I have, newly born,
is delicious and lush like a ripe apple's blush--
see the sun on the bough of the morn?

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Granted and Given

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

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What Dawn Promises

     Even while we sit here
     intimations of a new dawn
   are beginning to cut through the shadows
Trouble, violence
and uncertainty 
   will surely fade
  when light cuts through 
the clouds 
     Dawn promises many things
Above all a brighter future
then we dared hope for
     After every evening 
the blood - red sun rises
    It's rays cause us to pulse 
with renewed life 
     The land awakens
A new day has come!
We can rejoice now!
After a taste of death 
We arise once more! 

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The Moon And The Sun

Breathing goes heavy, heart beating so fast. 
Jumped over the levy, I looked into the past. 
The lights flicker,a thunderous boom. 
The sky lights up, it fills the room. 
Blue moon, Blue moon. 
High up in the sky. 
As it falls down, the Sun Will Ar rise. 
Taking turns, taking turns, like a playground slide. 
As the sun goes down, all hope abides. 
Grief of the strong, grief of the meek. 
As grief takes over, all grow weak. 
Sing songs that the sirens sung, when all is over, it’s just begun. 
The sun’s back up and over again, leaving the dark with nothing to fend. 
Later on the moonlight Ar rise again. 
All sun light dies. 
Illuminating the stars, the world, the sky. 
The sun comes back up! 
May all darkness abide.

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Red Sky Morn

    Stormed clouds bringing thunder and rain.
    Howls of wind, singing insane.
    Lightening smacks earth, ringing in pain.

        Rain drops rap windows, tapping like haunted fingers.
        Puddles turn flood, trapping life that lingers.
        Booms and flashes snapping the night with stingers.

    Red sun rises, shining its kingly glow.
    Mother Earth remains painfully quiet, with scratches and scars to show.
    She dare not tell on the storm, for the sun can never know...  


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My life was such...!

Ohh...Lord why does it hurt so much..??
My life was such..!!
It was such a wonderful world just a while back..;
It was all joy and sadness was what lacked..!!
It was my world on the clouds..;
With smiles all around..!!
The clouds showered happiness,
The sun added the light,
Sorrows nowhere to be seen,
And darkness nowhere in sight..!!
My life was such, then why..!!

Ohh...Lord why does it hurt so much..??
My love was such..!!
It made even the Gods take a pause..;
And made the angels look small..;
Ohh...The glow on her face..;
Made the Sun feel shy..!!
The moon felt jealous..;
As she asked who gave her the beauty better than mine..??
Myl ove was such, then why..!!

She made me happy..;
She made me proud..;
And most of all she made me complete..;
And not a part of the crowd..!!

But now she is gone..;
And as my heart dies slow..!!
All my happiness is drained..;
As my life lost its entire glow..!!
The word love in my life has been stained..!!
My life was such, then why..!!
Ohh...Lord why does it hurt so much..??

No matter where you are..;
No matter what you do..!!
No matter where I am ..;
In this world or the next..!!
My love for you will never change;
I loved you then, I love you now..;
And I will always love you the same..!!

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                     So many forms
          All is needed is to open your eyes
         The rising sun that brings the day
         Her lips that kiss you good morning
     Laughter of the children ringing out all day
             The warmth of the mid day sun
 Maybe the setting sun releasing the stars of the night
       Our dancing hands as we express our love
        What you see as you look into her eyes
     The rainbow you see as she smiles so bright
       A walk on the beach wishing it was a cloud
Sitting on the mountain looking at my Lords creation
            Life all around breathing and growing
            The rain cleaning the air we breathe
           Birds that bring thier music to my ears
            Mother and father giving you life
Brothers and sister to keep you company in days of thunder
            Never ending love they give to you
   Our memory so we never forget what you have had
                     Never ending trail of Beauty

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The Sun Rose Red

As Dawn cracks over the horizon
The small crescent moon takes a bow
Greeting her was a delight 
For she paints silver in his hair

The moon was hardly visible
Painted the same shade of blue
That the sky chose as a cloak 
On this morning of early dew

The cloak of blue had a trail of mist
That shrouded the hills and vales
A misty blue to silver gray 
That was light and very airy still

The birds enjoy the cloak
That fanned the air with damp
Cooling mist of the night
But soon the sun put on another

Cloak as she became much brighter
With her dress of brilliant red
That she wore to grace our summer's day
A cloak as colored as  poinsettias' tips

On a gray December day
This means that the sun
Will bring heat with her as hot as
A fiery oak wood coal

And the cool of the morn 
Will go as the summer's sun
Has bid us a warm hello
The moon with his silver hair

Disappearing into night
To another land so swiftly
Did he go to bring it a high tide
While ours will go very low

The sun rose cloaked in red
Bringing her heated stove
She will bake and cook some bread
Heating the south as across the sky goes

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My Shadow

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

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

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

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

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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.

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High Cloud

High Cloud

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

By: Arvind Vallabhaneni
Write a backwards poem contest

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Do You Hear

Do you hear what I hear?
The crowing of roosters
That is so very near
Their message very clear

Time to rise enjoy life
child, time is now right here
In their tone I hear no strife
Just welcome to sun that's near

Do you see what I see?
Fanbrushed clouds hoovering
Decorate the sky for you and me
But they soon will be parting

Gone away with the sun rise
That now pierces Georgia pine
A soft yellow glow_a prize
That will warm the outside just fine  

Just for fun

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Finding Innocence in the Laughter That Escapes Pillowcases.

Behind the sun, with a little bit of assuredness, I saw the shades of his smile
swing toward the moon...
and I cursed six p.m. In a voice that hid the memories of
when I wore my shoes underneath the shadows of stars and in the feel of his lips
when sixteen is innocent despite the cold exposure
of skin.

I wonder if he knows I whisper to him in his sleep, my promises slipping underneath the
blanket he holds tight around him,
and feathers escape pillowcases when I laugh,
they tickle toes and dissolve the taste of fear
as my tongue finds the outline of his lips after the sun falls down and his
is apparent.

I tidy myself up on Mondays, and wreck the idea of perfection with my curls...
I wear jeans that smudge mountains across back pockets and imagine how the hem of my
burgandy dress would fall across chilled creek splashed rocks,
I wonder if I'd be able to stay pretty when my hands fall into mud and the wind attacks my
but he smiles, you see, when the sun falls...
he smiles when I change my clothes...
and he kisses me when my curls detest reality and Monday smirks at the idea of cleanliness
as my imagination drowns hems and rips fabric.

So I kick off my shoes with the idea that my toes can taste Tuesday and my feet can squash
the memories of
and revel in innocence as I discover
the cold exposure
of skin.

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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 | ABC | |


Looking into my eyes you see a dying being
The monster that's inside of me dying from a variety
Of spices that is mixed in the bowl with society
Most have lied to me and they expect me to get up
Wake up just to live another day with the same cuts
I seen enough to say I am sick of it
Running from this, shadow
Feeding mass souls to the creature with a firm hold
On this world that periodically turns slow
I feel pain just grow when half of my body turns cold
I have a hole in my throat from writting the same hurt
Over worked from the way life makes you feel like dirt
Will I ever understand?
How a person can demand the devils hand to erupt
Make a man throw up until his heart drops to his gut and gets ate up
This life is great huh?
The sun is never promised but nine out of ten times
I can say tomorrow the sun will shine
Eight out of ten the moon will return again
Ten out of ten the stars will shine bright and never dim
If I can guess something we barley understand why can't I get my life sorted out
Its either I am holding out, or my soul is lost with another solar pal
When I was young I thought I was different, but I am older now
And all I can see is nothing has changed only my memories
I lose my brain over melody's that help me speak
Infinitely I feel incomplete
Destiny was never there just the lost finish line I never crossed
Now I see my life being brought to the burial ground I have no applause
No cause, just thoughts of why life doesn't have a pause
I could philosophize on how I am going to die
No one would believe me and find me the odd guy
But its odd times I am dealing with
So everynight when I lay down I am feeling it
I never mind it and go to sleep
Watching my eyes turn dry because I haven't blinked
My rib cage no longer fills pain
Since I stopped breathing oxygen today

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Summer Loving

Summer brings out so much good
your inside reveals a summer glow
fills your heart with happy smiles
removing all the winter low

Sunshine brightens you in and out
sends you to enjoy the beach
with the sand and sea to explore
all that's good within your reach

Romantic walks on balmy evenings
with your true love hand in hand
enjoy the best fruits and its juices
picked fresh as you stand

Watching the cattle and the sheep
in the fields as they graze
while you enjoy an ice cream
pick your flavour it's amaze

Travel on your holidays
to places far and near
see new sights and people
somewhere different every year

Enjoy the beautiful gardens
filled with many a colourful flower
admire the scenery all around
spending many a pleasurable hour

Summers filled with many memories
remember summer years of times past
thankful and grateful for such bliss
hoping we've not had our last

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 | Free verse | |

One Time Around

Morning begins,
not with the fresh promise of a new day.
the air is thick with promise and fear.

The sun shines bright.
Its rays only a fraction,
a spattering of pink and yellow light.
This morning is cold.

The day begins in a different way.
Though sounds signal this gathering life,
the morning sky is neither blue nor grey.

Mid morning sky becomes a gathering storm.
	A strong fury,
		blossoming fatalism,
			the end seems near.
		But slowly
	v e r y  s l o w l y,
the storm passes.


The clouds clear and promise is again thick.
The sun’s rays are strong,
but still the air is curiously cool.
Warmth is absent.
Warmth is craved.
Its absence is feared.
Perhaps it is warmer there,
	or there,
		or there,
			maybe there?

But here it’s not unbearably cold.
The flickers of warmth from a distant sun,
An ancient ball of gas billions of lifetimes old,
whose rays are curiously and unbearably obscured.
Eight minutes old waves,
illuminate fears felt but not heard.

A bird soars high, 
warm and free
from the thickness of promise,
and the absence of heat.

The sun now sits high in the limitless blue,
with warmth still frighteningly distant. 
Alone, though not, in a day half-way through.
Alone, cold, and now trapped in what seemed but an instant.

The burdens of a day only half-gone,
encumbered by a life only half-spent.
The fleeting memory of warmth leaves only greater desire,
Its passing a scar in a life only half-went.

The only thing worse might be no scar at all.
Then again…

What has this afternoon,
		this evening,
			and this night to bring?
Will they pass with grace, poise, and bright warm sun?
Might they deliver a joy that will sing?

Will they bring warmth from the promise of tomorrow?
Or might the warmth of the sun never reach this day?
Might they repeat the day’s early sorrow?
Perhaps the promise of a day that will never really be seen?
Or will they bring ever more cold, more pain?
Or might they bring the birth of wings?

Whatever, may the end come swiftly.
Let the burning cold come with the flash of a moment.
For this day has been long,
					and alone.
These scars are many and they run long and deep.
May this end come like an eagle,
for it be too long if comes with a creep.

It has been too long, too dark and too cold.
It has been far too painful, and too lonely to grow old.

Details | Free verse | |

A Secret Not Shared

Living in an endless nightmare
Where the flowers never bloom
Where the sun doesn't shine
And the river's never flow

As life changes from day to day
And their eyes and grins are all we find
Not caring about our destiny or our fate
Why do we feel the way we do

To learn, to explore, to understand the world 
Is it right to feel so blue
To feel like you have no purpose in life 
To feel like you've been violated inside-out

Dreaming of far off places to where the birds fly free
And all our greatest dreams become more than real
As the blue bird shed's it's happiness
To all of us who are so blind

Yet what is happiness to those who mourn
Or those who weep over what's been done
Each so different, yet each the same
Created equal for a purpose, to love one another

The fight between life and death is hard to see
But the answer is not ours to hold
We must each find our path's in life
Where we each make mistakes that change our ways

As the rain pours down to bring new life
A single breath is but a whisper
And a shallow heartbeat that is so clear
Our minds dance, dance in the dead of night

While the monster so true gets three to five
The innocence of a young girl is so blind
Where from day in and day out she is left with life
No remorse for this lonesome dove while she flies overhead

Like the Angel she is she wishes it to end
For them to help, yet leave her alone 
For them to see how hurt she feels
Like being left alone by the stump of a tree

As an Angel may spread it's wings
To reveal its masked identity
We are lost in our words from our hearts
Like the sun that shines so bright

Like the secrets of an innocent soul
All is lost in the abyss of nothingness
Where fire reins free as if like a bird
But with no feeling like the devil himself

As a lost soul may find a way to far beyond 
It carries with it a message of hope, peace and love
For until next time we shall have to wait
For the secret to life, death and beyond even that.

Details | Free verse | |

Mother Nature

The sun beams down lighting up my face and warming my skin
Coaxing my eyes shut to leave the physical world 
Letting the natural world fill my veins
The wild wind refreshes my lungs
Replenishing my whole inner being
My mind goes to a wonderful place to take a break from the ever crazy reality
My body begins to weigh down sinking into earths comforting ground
Natures lullaby soothes me to drift off into unconsciousness 

The land of dreams and wonderful things, hopefully
With nature surrounding me and cloaking me in divine bliss 
Only allowing the subconscious to bring to life beautiful scenes 
Flowered trees, fields of green, skies painted picture perfect blue, the air smells and tastes of honeydew, birds sing along to natures tune, the rivers move to the beat of Mother Nature’s heart

A natural awakening brings back my soul from its deep sleep 
Slowly uprooting my body from Mother Natures’ loving grasp 
She infused me with her energy to help me through the unnatural world we live in 
I can't wait for the sun to coax me again to close my eyes and appreciate her beautiful essence once more

Details | Quatrain | |

I try to find peace

I try to find peace so I look to the sky,
I spread my wings with hope I can fly.
I watch the bids and wonder why not me,
There’s so much in life I simply don’t see.

I see things go as it puts me at ease,
When I want something I try to say please.
I want so much, to feel peace in my heart,
When you become lost, it’s hard to see the start.

So I start by putting one foot before the other,
I don’t worry too much I soon will discover.
That much that you learn you already knew,
You are defined by all the things that you do.

As the sun sets, clouds spread across the sky,
The first thing you must do is decide to try.
As the sun sinks, falls behind the hill,
I try to find peace within my free will.

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 | Cinquain | |

Open Field - Visual 7

          Open Field - Visual 7

                 Bold tree
          Consumes landscape
      Cries on soft green carpet 
Tears rain on branches in the wind
               Grass sings

Create on 1/12/15 for – Andrea Dietrich’s “An American Beauty: Write Like Adelaide” Poetry Contest - (cinquain form 2,4,6,8,2 syllable count) 

Details | I do not know? | |

Sunset Lake

On the pier, looking out,
The lake is waving all about.
The sun is setting,
Pink and orange colors, the lake is getting.
I watch the colors glistening,
It's time! Are you listening?
The sun just touched the lake,
Did you hear the sizzle that it makes?
Watching the final colors slowly fade away,
A peaceful ending to a busy day.

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 | |

No Chameleon

The sun slowly rises charmed by
A song the roosters sing
The light mist of the fog surrounds
Hill_creek most everything

Whispy white clouds decorate sky
The red_red sun peeks through
Branches of forest's trees
And cast purple on sky blue

Nature swiftly changes each morn
But sameness still surrounds
Life can move slow or swift, relaxed
Or stress your life dumbfound

A colorful life isn't won
Necessarily by
The swift or the proud but by the
Steady regular guy(or gal)

Who in even temper plods the 
Path constant emotions
Non-volatile explosion, soft
Gentle non-chameleon 

Details | Free verse | |

My Notebook is My Stage

Imagine the sun in a cardboard box.
Imagine this sun building up, 
bursting rays of gold and glitter breaking through the corners of said box.
Pushing through every seam, warmth peeking through, melting.
Bystanders begin to notice until it's all they see.
It blinds then from normality, their moderate mindset.
It can't be contained. 
That's how i feel everyday,
I can't hold it in.
Then again, i don't want to.
Poetry is what centers me,
It's my escape.
This is how i define who i want to be,
it helps me to see.
I see how i struggle and how i triumph.
Subconscious motives, fears, and loves.
I never know how i feel that day,
until the lead hits the page.
My notebook is my stage.

Details | Rhyme | |

Sun and Rain

The sun came out for a little while

On a somewhat gloomy day

There's more rain to the south of us

which may just head our way

But the flowers and bushes, the trees and the like

Are enjoying the water that fell

They're nourished by the H2O 

their green leaves show the tell

A rainbow stretched across the sky

As the sun began to set

And with sunshine in the forecast 

On one thing you sure can bet

That tomorrow morning you'll hear a voice

Mumbling in the garden

For the weeds, they grow here also

Without regret or pardon

So the cycle of summer now begins

It's march toward the autumn

Then winter covers all the land 

Until spring begins to thaw them

Then the flowers and trees, bushes and the like

Will spring to life once more

The sun will warm the Earth right up

And the rain will once again pour

Details | Light Poetry | |


Dawn ! It breaks! A new born day
I hope there is a change in any sort of way
The sun it peaks through the puffy white clouds
As I sit and visualize - to see clearly
That my day I cherish ever so dearly
Deep in my hear - I hope I see imagery
Flattering through my brain! In my eyes
And promises I keep - I try to reach the skies
Yet indeed! Through the night I dream
And awake I see true colors of reality
That running through my soul - I gleam
With feelings towards my responsibility
A new day truly challenging it may then seem
I can never find the happiness deep inside me
It' all about you! Complicating my day
Dysfunctional  - you sure did shine
Today I challenge myself to overcome you
I see the beauty in my soul - permeates
It's deep inside - and beauteous thoughts
This in my deep set heart , still then creates
The words that come to mind - reflect
Down on my personality , it is the key
I'm breaking with the crack of dawn, a mood
You're a disadvantage in my heart
My skills I portray , my mind it may smooth
And my pen - strokes like that of the brush
As I put my mind to the test and color with hue
My art I put in words each born new day
Yet I still reach very few - must it be
That the darkness of the clouds shined down on me
As the sun peaks through, I'll cherish each thought
My mind thinks clearly and yet not distraught
I color my world with the pen, remembering when
I dreamed, I dream each born new day
And imagery, I see this in my mind today.
Words they intrigue me, pun ? Do I see?
I'm working with the sun in my eyes, with me.
We are both at our peak,  Then I speak!

Details | Rhyme | |


The grey mass that makes all kinds of shapes
Laying on the meadow grass looking upward
Life has no strings attached it’s a wireless cord
Life is not easy but at the end we will receive our reward
Being next to the one we love which is our lord

Far away in the distant air
Floating free with not a single care
Sitting in a chair with all despair
Watching the clouds and butterflies having an affair
So beautiful as the sun begins to set all we can do is stare

One with the sky as the wind blow
On the earth the descend and flow
During trouble times they come together and become dark and grow
Even after the sun rays find there way through on the earth they glow
For us everyday they put on a different show
Looking up in amazement we clap in our hearts from below

Always floating quiet and never loud
No matter how many are in the sky they never seem to crowd
They are all together as one and together they are proud
It’s a beautiful life to live…the life of a cloud

Details | Blank verse | |

where was I

Where was i(poetry)

The sun rises and sets everyday
To bring joy and sadness
A puppy is to be a dog with time
A chick would grow to a mother hen or a cock
Even trees would get old and die if not hurted by human work so early
But have never heard of the sky growing old
Have never heard of the moon developing scale
 The Sun has always remained a beautiful mother
But my heart meditates endlessly where i was before this hard to bear planet
And am not sure if is where i would return
But have brought nothing to this planet
And am leaving with Nothing on my side

Details | Rhyme | |


Everything glitters
after dark.

Little by little,
I fell out of love with the sun,
slipping between the black and the white.

I started to appreciate the sound 
of music with hot loving.
So good, so giving.
Blood so hot, you barely notice that it's boiling,
until everything's on fire, 
everything's moving.
(It hurts so good, it doesn't)

And now,
I can't sleep for the need, it litters
my mind like an infectious disease.
(Though I'd been searching for it)

Little by little,
I caught it, 
hands open,
palms burning.

Anything seems bigger
spread by shadows.
Now I think faster, 
laugh louder,
love harder, 
go quicker.

And when the morning sun litters
the sky,
it's an unwanted savior
to people like us. 
(Because we know what's best, 
we've seen what's better)

So we rest a little,
hiding strangeness with normalcy,
lust with routine.
But when the sun sets, 
I watch with curiosity,
shadows wake and spread 
(as if it's the first time) 
legs open, arms wide, 
inviting me in 
to stop pretending
I'm something that I'm not.

Little by little,
I don't need much of anything,
knowing that love 
will find me
in unusual ways.

Maybe it already has
but I lost count of ways...
too in love with shadows...
too in love with the night...

Too late.

Details | Rhyme | |

Living Without Me

The sun comes up and I head on home;
The graveyard shift is done.
I hang up my blue uniform
and put away my gun.

Some vodka in my orange juice;
Sprinkle sleeping powder in the eggs.
To help me sleep throughout the day,
I pull down the black shades.

My bed wasn’t always empty;
The swing set once got some use;
I say she didn’t like being a cops’ wife,
but I know that’s just an excuse.

Now I walk the streets throughout the night
dealing with drunks and prostitutes;
Trying to forget the mistakes I made;
No longer a shine upon my boots.

The sun comes up and I close my eyes,
wondering just where they might be.
I cry myself to sleep again,
knowing they’re better off living without me.

Details | Ottava rima | |

Sunrise after the Storm

Storm had passed and new sun arise
Flower blooms in April morning
Sordid mind had been cleansed up
All doors that had been closed are now open
The silence has been break free
Love has been shielded me from pain
Stains has been washed out
Beautiful dreams awake me at night
Good things are coming like beautiful mornings
It visit me through all these days
Standing still to make anew of the past
Loving and learning is what I hold to last
A new sun appears to make a new beginning….

By: lena

Details | Rhyme | |

Before Retiring

Goosebumps rise along my legs.
The sun belies the chilly breeze.
The summer sun is slowly setting.
I hear the droning of the bees.

Peaceful and serene , this night.
Curled up to watch the setting sun.
Colours start to paint the sky.
No night more lovely than this one.

Leaves gently bouncing in playful sway.
A glorious evening is this.
I am so thankful for all I have.
For nature's beauty... and your kiss.

Nights like this are meant to be shared.
No words need to be said.
We watch the night sky darkening
before retiring to our bed.

Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Setting Sun


PURPOSE IS THE FORGOTTEN CAUSE                              

Details | ABC | |

black sun

The sky is red, the sun is black, im riding a roller coaster, but my mind is off track. Theres lots of ups and downs, smiles and frowns, even kings placing crowns on the heads of clowns. But I really don’t care, life isn’t fair, but gods given me a life I can hardly bear, every day I ask him, why cant you share? My life is going, I just don’t know where, because a life like mine is kind of rare. What do I do, while theres love in the air? Other people kiss while I just sit and stare, I look to my left, and theres nobody there, I look to my right, and theres a pair. The clouds are red, the rain is black, I may have left, but ill never be back, but what I can say is, theres nothing I lack. I look at the trees, I look at the sky, but what is the point when I just want to die? Why? Why do I try? When every time I fail, all I do is cry. And how can I be calm when im jealous of every guy? My heart is grounded, while my mind wants to fly, you can guess by what I write, that im also kind of shy, why do I need them? All they do is lie. I try to be nice, but they just punch me in the eye, and when im upset, all they do is pry. The clouds are blue, the sky is white, my mind is racing faster than the speed of light, my life just gets worse, but I still have to fight, why am I like this? Its just not right. Life is taller than me, im not its hight, I fly through the sky, gut still held to the ground, just like a kite, and why are people scared when they know I don’t bite? You can tell my whole life, just by what I write, I sleep during the day, and fly through the night, and im pushing a boulder with all my might. But im getting nowhere, my hands are bare, I love the dark, so give me a scare, I lost my mind and my soul, they were a pair. Sometimes I just sit, sit and think, think that I cant end up in the brink, my mind is empty and cold, like a skating rink, I don’t care if people say I stink, because I already know that im their main link, I have a cup, but nothing to drink, my mind wants to grow while my heart wants to shrink. The water is black, the sun is red, you cant kill something that’s already dead. I jump off the bridge, I take the dive, you cant kill something that was never alive. Im steering my life, but I don’t know how to drive…everything gets quiet when I arrive.  I live in a shack, I peek through the crack, and when I look outside, all I see is black…

Details | Personification | |

touching life

Watching the water so still and sound
With only a reflection of who we are now
Watching the clouds in the sky
Rolling fast as they say good by
Touch the flowers there smooth as silk
As the sun shines on them they start to wilt
Is this my life showing me how
Or can it be the world spinning around
If we touch the water we touch the clouds
Turning are life up side down
The sun is hot but it gives us life
Like the clouds when they touch the sky
I’ll just lay here watch and wonder why

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.

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Mother Star

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

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Beautiful Dreams

I don't mean a thing to you
but baby all I can do 
is sit here and wait for you
before I had met you
my life was filled with sad clouds 
but then you rose in my life
like the sun rises in the sky
and you made my life brighter 
along with my love for you tighter
but then you look back and walk away
making even my heart cry
I fall on my knees 
and see you running back to me
I stood up and you hugged me and kissed me 
the sun was finally set free
being no one near that we could see
we thought everyone had gone away
to let us alone there to stay
I looked up and saw an angle over us
whispering, “You two were meant to be.”

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Shiny moon

What goes up falls in love at first sight. 
Take your time traffic slows down before the third light.
My sleeves are read like the blue sky.
Its crystal clear that its night time. 
They say its always  lightest before dark .
Seasons change. Temperature drops
Before my heart did I had to stop. 
Time flies let the flash capture your eyes.
Similar to sine waves currently I don't chance the high.
Wave  goodbye to the high life. 
I'll see u from time to time 
Your the reason I left n your the reason I write. 
I prayed for better days then we met at night
Eye for an eye what's yours is mine.
We could share the sky, best of both worlds 
Circle of life.
To understand overtime
I had to appreciate nine to five.
What goes around comes back around.
Its always a pleasure
Like sixty nine .

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Volatile Weather

When the sun shines
Ablaze and about to burst
Flames touch the tips of trees
Igniting them with shock
Bursts of excruciating contentment descends
Directing me with the courage for tomorrow
Pools of depraved memories wane
The lines of sorrow die out in the air
When the sun shines
When the sun hides
Unexpected clouds tumble in to color the sky ashen
Casting the shower of days gone by upon your appearance
Puddles rematerialize with a commanding poise
The reverberations of a virtuous day
Days comparable to these are when I finish most dreadful
Ambition wearing out of my body
When the sun hides

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Soft Glowing Embers

The birds are rejoicing this morning...Each species is trying to out sing the other..The 
sunrise calls me to enjoy its glow of kaleidoscope of color dancing off the whispy 
charcoal clouds..The quiet__freedom from manmade sound is just temporary for cars and 
trucks constantly interrupt the peace but the birds don't slow down one bit...They are just 
praising God for the glorious day that he has honored them to live.. The mist or fog in the 
first valley is not as dense this morning as if it is has dried out somewhat but rain is 
suppose to come back in so we will be having more fog and mist..Thanks God for the 
moisture and the cool of the day for the heat of summer will be here and along with it 
uncomfortable weather...The color of the sky has changed again ..It seems that the sun 
is trying to warm the sand colored clouds with a soft glowing fire that is just barely 
burning.. The embers are soft red hot on the horizon. . The roosters are trying their best 
to bring the sun on up....The other birds have quieted somewhat..It seems that they have 
had their time of worship and have gathered food to carry home to the young...Now the 
embers on the horizon have renewed and a bright glow comes form the sun fire that 
warms the earth....Thank you Lord for the time on the porch to renew and refresh my inner 

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World Of Forms

       World Of Forms

Sun drops in on us
Draws tears from the well of Earth
Children drink up light, water
Oceans have more salt
Both form the world that forms us
Tears dry, sun rises higher 

9/24/14  Choka Me - Choka Poetry Contest

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At Bay

Where do the hours go
As night turns to dawn
Sleep sits outside this gate
It’s there if I’ll let it in
With sword and shield
I fight to keep it at bay
I’ve not known why
I just don’t unlock the door
Let it come inside
And wash over me 
Until today
Until just now
Even though we talk
Even though I see you
Your head isn’t resting
On the pillow beside me
Leaving your scent behind
My covers don’t drape you
Your arms aren’t around me
Your breath isn’t in my ear
Your heartbeat I can’t feel
When the sun peeks in
The morning after
It doesn’t shine on you
And again I wake up
To only a empty spot
That beckons you every night
For weeks it’s been this way
I never knew why I fought
Why I let sleep sit outside
Until today
Until just now
I hold the pillow
Because I can’t hold you
Your scent no longer lingers
The covers lay lifeless
No one embraces me
The only sound is me breathing
Sound of only one heart beating
Another morning 
Another reminder
As the sun shines through
That you aren’t here
If maybe just maybe
I talk to you longer
Seeing you through a screen
Might not make it so hard
To wake up in the morning
Might not toss and turn
Rolling over to feel
The absence of you 
So with sword and shield
I will stand guard at the gate
Outside sleep will remain
Until the day comes
Where absence is filled
With you next to me at night
Then and only then
I will put down my shield
Surrender my sword
And open the gate
To let sleep come in
Engulf me while in your arms
And waking up in the morning
To the sun kissing your face
Then and only then
Will I let sleep in

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Picture Perfect Despised Cocklebur

The sun rises in concealed haze
Masked like a Nuthatcher
But its heat will warm this fine day
Dry despised cocklebur

Man has marked path of the sun.
Learned that he can count on
Its constant presence in the sky.
Always knowing there's dawn

Sun's gifts of heat and light delight
But sun's heat can torture
Parching the earth leaving barren
With man desiring flight

The sun with its heat and great light
Trigger desire to rise.
Sun's rays coming through window
Say open sleepy eyes. 

Necessary mix of good_bad
Heat, warmth, growth, too hot,dry
Clouds on hot summer day
Welcomed, tell sun goodbye

Relief from heat for short a time
Heat_ just the right amount
Is what man desires_ just enough
A perfect place _cream puff

Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: Picture Perfect

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The words of a sinners drunken pen

Take me to where the sun is bright and 
where my eyes can see even in the night.
A delight to indulge in heavenly beauty may not be free,
 but oh lord alter the price for me.
This world that I dwell in is full of sin,
which impedes out efforts to win.
Gold,silver and the finest jewels couldn't compare to the greatness within,
that I fell so near in times of despair.
A  feeling that I dear not compare.
The snare of the devil is near.
His power is strong, but not as strong as my superior. 
Therefore his tricks can never make me inferior.
So my eyes is so well connected to the virtuous path.
As I realizes what lyes within my self.
The keys to power,mercy and help.As I embrace all that is good I understand who i am and who I can be. I can see the sweet picture like candy.
I can see the land were blades of grass point
 aggressively towards the divine sun.
I can hear the land where trees of wise old age sing beautifully,
when the gentle breeze brush against an olive tree.
A sound that calms the sinners cry.A place where there is no sudden death,corruption and pain,but just peace.Never the least,take me to where the sun is bright and where my eyes can see even when its night.

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Singing in the sun

Some birds sing in the sun
Others sail through storms
Some folks were born to have fun
Others to slave in many forms

As I sit on this stone of introspection
Staring into the pool that is the world
Do I see the reflection of success
Or just another form of madness?

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The Thief of Time

The Thief of Time We arrive in the sun; it’s warm and so bright We throw down our bags and go out in the light. We are kissed by the breeze rustling through our hair As our cheeks blush in the sun, we are willing to share. It surrounds us and warms us, freckles pepper the skin In the brightness and warmth we are still standing in. Not a minute to waste before the sun sets We stand pulling coats off, and our arms we outstretch. The days are before us well that’s what we think Before long though we see the first days sun sink. It comes around quick it rises the next morn One day gone a new one is born. All too quick the seventh morning is here The holiday is ending that much is clear. We waited so long to be kissed by the sun To unwind and relax and to have some good fun. The time is gone we feel robbed, there was not any The clock stole it away the days were not many. Its over where did it go we didn’t get to do much Just enjoyed each others company and food and such and such….

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Life is full of things that go on day by day
Now times are for those who want to see
If for sometime, people do say
I want it to be you and me
Can't seem to see the things

Want it one way only
Can it happen to me
No one knows what life brings
Sitting here thinking about life
Everyone not knowing what it will be

Soon everyone will see the light
Just hoping that everyone will be happy
Not knowing what the next day will be
No one knows for sure
Just wait, and see

For the sun to rise
Seeing the sun shining
In the daytime hours
It is a happy feeling
Life is still ours

Details | Free verse | |

Canvas Unmoved

Canvas unmoved
Picture now painted
Where whispy gray clouds rule

Sun cast red on the horizon
Warns of foul weather ahead
Even jet exhaust is gray
Gives onlookers dread
The birds don't seem seem excited
For happily they wing
Roosters' crowing fills the valley
I wonder why they delightedly sing

Each inch of the sunrise
Changes the color of the sky
Cotton candy clouds float nearby

Soon the sun will rule
Heat the  earth and the trees
For now the morning is glorious
Comfort and joy that please 

There is always a moment in time
When the sun seems to back down
All becomes darker
Clouds wear a frown

Now gold sand fills the sky
Those clouds all aglow
The sun waits awhile 
As the paint settles and moulds

Soon the precious minutes will cease
Work will rule the day
But in these moments brief
My spirit fills and plays

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Home Sweet Home

This craggy valley lies in the west
My home, this place I love the best
So many seasons passed our way
Since first we came one Autumn day
These ancient trees, these gentle slopes
So young we were, so filled with hope
No spot I love like this on earth
My children grew, this place from birth
How often beneath the boughs they've played
On summer days in the peaceful shade
The giant oaks shake by autumn's mellow breeze
And in the winter's storm shed brown, rust leaves
To view Mount Shasta's snow capped peaks
Will cheer my thoughts when days are bleak
Majestic glory, so serene
Guards over valleys, rust and green
Not far away, a stream flows swift
It fills the heart, sends cares adrift
Each grove of trees, each hill and mound
Still seems to be enchanted ground
Of scarcely moving seedling grass
It waves in sun like shining glass
Where summits rise both high and steep
And rocky valleys vast and deep
When heavens black and thunder roars
The rain in torrents, downward pours
When the sun breaks through clouds, on mountain tops
And skies are filled with spring raindrops
We're blessed to live the country life
Far off from city, noise and strife
God, help me not to take for granted
My home, this gift which I've been handed.

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A day without the wind

A day without the wind. A night without the sky. Today a man sinned, Today a man cried. With tomorrow, comes anew, Though yesterday did too. Yesterday a man lied, Yesterday a man died, Tomorrow a man is born, Tomorrow a man is scorn. All the while, time moves on, The sun sets, and a man is gone, Dawn breaks free, and the sun appears, A man is found, with beers and tears, A day without the wind, A night without the sky, Today, a man Grinned, Today, a man tried. Today, a man found salvation.

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I stop and wonder why

I plant a seed but it won’t grow,
The wind blows cold and it does snow.
I think I’ll stick to what I know,
I open my eyes the way will show.

I think I’ll wait until it is spring,
The sun will shine warmth it brings.
Watch for bees for they can sting.
I’ll listen for the birds to sing.

Tomorrow fades it’s all but gone.
The day is short nights are long.
I finally seem to get some sleep,
I pray my soul for God to keep.

The sun shines down it is so bright,
The darkness parts, gives way to light.
I went left instead of right,
But now the path is back in sight.

I still get lost but not for long,
I’m tired of hearing that sad song.
I know right can seem like wrong,
Still I remember how to be strong.

I find the truth wrapped in a lie,
I feel a part inside me die.
I feel sorrow but don’t need to cry,
But I still stop and wonder why.

Details | Kimo | |

Golden Possibilites

Golden sun accentuates shapely trunk Youthful graceful excluded Alone in morning sun

Details | Rhyme | |

Yesterday's Sun

Yesterday’s sun now gone away
Yesterday’s shadows have been cast
Today it shines on a brand new day
Forgetting who it shone on last
Tomorrow’s sun is sure to come
To brighten tomorrow’s dawn
Yesterday’s shining now all done
With yesterday’s shadows gone

Details | ABC | |

Prince Charming

...And one day my prince charming would come
and hold my hand and dance me around
would take me up and up and up
to the frosted and beautiful folds of cloud

through folds he'll take me to the heaven
where the birds would chitter and chatter around
and the waves would play a soft music
the winds would make a rapturous sound

the sky would shower exuberant colours
milky, creamy, snowy and pure
combined to give spirited emotions
leading us to the infinite tenure

of cheering and jovial time of life
and leading us to a promising hope
that life would bring joys and beams
have faith in God,dont leave the rope

of silverline and lots of trust
of courage, aspire, desire, support
believe that love wont fail and sink
our lives are meant to be one and whole

me and prince would dance along
till the night is passed and the sun is dawned
till the sun is set and the night is borned
and that very night is permanently prolonged

My life will change to a wonderland
all the blessings will be combined and summed
my life will sing a beautiful song
and one day my prince charming will come

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 | I do not know? | |


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?

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The Valley of The Shadow of Death

The desert breaks each man open,
at the crossing of dunes-
Where the sun sets,
God enters
violently, for survival
to begin
without water
without shelter
without raiment
without poison
each man
with his mind only
crosses sunsets to find freedom,
first in the self,
then from the body
in wandering,
the contemplation
first with understanding:
you are mortal,
death is one moment,
only the life you are living
is what you have left
save it, save it, save it
empowered you move:
onward to education,
others love you,
you are not alone
you affect all the living
life is about giving
you regret, you regret, you regret
past decisions: they do not matter
once you move onward,
the feet keep moving,
in experience
is pain;
scorching sky
sand burning alive,
but strive to see beyond
in an ocean of gold,
you are floating, transcending
pain is the colour of being
so appreciate it, so appreciate it, so appreciate it
but don't venerate it,
cherish the self
together with nature,
both selfish, unselfish
embrace paradox
alone, unalone,
aesthetic, unaesthetic,
life is chaos, later arranged
by the mind,
but also unity, it is perfect
your immorality, is not a flaw
but ego, others fear you will not love,
learn respect,
laws find common ground
with animals,
but man evolves moving
towards, all means
lead to end-
thus evolve with language
break to create again,
so the law prolongs
you will follow, and lead, you will follow, and lead, you will follow, and lead
make mistakes, others will
rely on them, for evolution
it is our way,
to embrace humanity
while it exists,
but fear not, one's life is a gift
it is precious,
no calamity can break you down,
but rather squeeze, making jewels
your eyes, seeing only jewels,
creating only jewels
your mistakes are beauty, your mistakes are beauty, your mistakes are beauty
only when you embrace,
morality, love, pain, 
in all law, all error,
before only body, raw
as the cactus you clutch
prickle, no aestheticism,
only survival,
preserve your body
as a tool
for shaping jewels
preserve, and shape, preserve, and shape, preserve, and shape
the sun sets,
beyond the dunes,
no turning back,
the road will guide you
back to civilization,
back to the wild,
back to survival,
where the mind opens,
and God enters in.

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Message

It was a message 

touchingly saying 

the life is but a passage,

.but where are you ??continued search for any clue, 

a crying soul begging to know and heart to rule

on the edge of 
that mountain where he sat..watching the sun ,

watching the rise till the set ,,recalling past ,

living the now ,loving then ,trying to keep little of it..,

the same she does..with no regret ......

on that mountain where is the days are very few ,

trying to grasp little of life and love true while 

the days continue flit

.but who is she ?!she is apiece of the large universe having 

so much of his grit.

trying to be in his place, watching with him how the sun plays ,

and it's beauty stealing the days.., 

To her he said ..bask with me in the life ,in the sun ,

as not every day we will stay and being touched by sunny ray,

In that place seeing him watching the sky and it's blue..

If this is the case and what is said is very true then hand in hand ,

and face to face ..the fate they draw , 

If this is the case then every day the love grow .as what you plant you always 
get why to rue?....

It was her tool ,it was a feeling
a touching call from your soul... bask with me ,let us glow ..and there
I sat ..watching the sun
and more of you ..becoming more and very sure that the seed is very
true ..and the worries were never due ,

                      it was a message 

     it was a feeling ..continued singing only you ......

Details | Haiku | |

sweet sunrise haiku

sweet sunrise carries
the embodiment of life
at its best moment

Details | Free verse | |

Vasava - An Untold Story 15/Many

Vasava – 
An untold story 15                                                                       15 /Many

Her beauty blended with the gift of her singing and dancing skills,
Almost made the Emperor Udiyan, 
Defeated like a surrendered king.
Without Vasava, he felt a void in his life,
Which perhaps can never be fulfilled.
To him, she seems to be the reason to live, 
And without her, it would be better to die.

Next night, it was difficult for Udiyan to resist,
His growing love for her was increasing, his impatience more and more.
Early next morning, when the Sun had hardly came out from its nest,
And the sky was glowing reddish because of Sun beams,
Which were trying to penetrate, the dark hovering clouds,
And thus making the entire atmosphere, a little more mystical
Udiyan made-up his mind to immediately see King Suyodhan.

The Emperor Udiyan requested, King Suyodhan for a chariot,
So that he may go without delay, to the place of Vasava.
How King Suyodhan could have refused to Emperor Udiyan,
A royal chariot was immediately arranged, for King Udiyan,
So that he may go, to the Art of Temple place of Vasava.

Before Emperor Udiyan departed from the Palace,  
King Suyodhan once again, tried to convince and persuaded Udiyan,
Not to go to Vasava’s place, as it was futile to expect,
Molding her long cherished devotedness, for music and dance.
But Emperor Udiyan said, he wanted to see her once again,
And was hopeful that she would agree to marry him.

Reaching the abode of Vasava, known as Temple of Art,
Udiyan sent his message through her maid, Nirupama,
To tell her that Emperor Udiyan has come to meet her,
Before he goes back to his kingdom of Ujjain.

The maid of Vasava, showed due respect before Emperor Udiyan,
And took him very respectfully to the adjoining room,
Meant for royal guests like King Udiyan.
She went after making Emperor Udiyan comfortable,
To convey the message of the King Udiyan.


Kanpur India  3rd May 2010                                 to continue in 16

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The Sun

Feel the breeze on our skin,
watch the rain on our skin
as it glistens.

Droplets of
water reflecting streams of
sun beam.

The breeze and
the rain may be cold. But the
sun is so bold and with a
warmth we all know. 

It's a truly
great feeling, seeing and receiving  
the sun in our daily lives.

Details | Rhyme | |

cantor of chaos

night cantors into the mind,
a sable tail paints blackness to the eye
sky nymphs straddle the moon... singing

spider sprints across the faceless dream
soul woven in silky-slick yesterday
bike bells,pigtails, sweet lemonade

bitter scythe swings a rancid promonade
put a chew toy upon the train tracks
for certain the puppy found its way

youth violently tossed aside , 
diamonds turned into clay
where's  the sun when life marches cold
sun tender heart slung to icy bays

but the sun will softly turn the blinds,
put rainbows into burned out eyes,
all things will scar with a stitch of time
{like bent berries on winters tangled vine}.

green shoots will bouton sky into songs
place gentle moss over jagged rocks
turn the day back into diamonds..
age back into daydreaming brooks

Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Sins I Commited When I Loved Him Too Much.

I knew the rules, the engagement of us, he had a wound on his chin, he told me it was ages

he told me about her, he never spoke her name softly enough.

I sat on floors as I looked out windows, I stared for the time it took him to pull his
jeans up, I heard his fingers fumble at the button, his callouses rubbing against metal
and the quick goodbye of a zipper, and I knew it was summer, but the sun seemed to mock
me, the sun rose two hands too far for me to feel her.

“One day, one day, you'll love only me,” I whispered to myself, loud enough to break the
silence but quiet enough so he wouldn't know he had hurt me, though my tone wasn't
convincing and I could never stop the tears.

I pressed my back against pillows and sunk quietly into where he lay his head as I closed
my eyes, I made myself familiar with the fabric of blankets, the soft pattern of quilts
and discovered a new way to hide, and I hid from him so he would stay...

I would have done anything if he would just stay.

He reached over to kiss me, to touch my cheek and run his hand over the freckles no one
ever saw, he smiled for a second, for the moment it took for me to curl up into him, my
lashes tickled his arm, my tears traced over his tattoo and I found it hard to let go.

I composed myself, I looked into his eyes, I thought about how sad it was that I begged
for him even when he was right there, I stopped for a second when he opened his mouth, I
followed the trails of his breath as if they were swimming through my air, and he told me
that I was the only one who ever made him happy...

I shook my head, I blinked and found love to be ironic because the feel of him was killing
me, I kissed him, lips meeting and sins committed, and for the time it took him to walk
out my door, I turned my head and stared out my summer promising window...

just to watch him leave.

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The Earth's Emotions

Volcanoes burst of flaming fear
Oceans wave and express emotional tears
The wind strikes with blades of  brightness light
From climbing a mountain's beautiful sight

Tornadoes spin like the starfish in the lakes
From endless times of angry earthquakes
The snow glows like the stars in the skies
Hurricanes hit furiously a couple of  times

Clouds always crying and making the soil moist
Rain drops falling and describing an angel's voice
Mountains rise high above the heavenly skies
When the sun is feeling joy then here comes the sun shines

Nasty storms always express with actions of power
Feeling the tree's feelings from sweet to sour
Lightning loves to hurt from the thickness of ink
Fire wants to rise and at the same time sink

These are the earth's emotions.

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'Tween the shades of gloam and night
roam shadows cold and deep
Cavorting along the garden walls
'neath the eves they do seep

Pulling life from which they touch
removing the essecense of being
Growing bolder and darker still
when clouds course over moonbeams

Roses quell beneath their touch
becoming grey and smolder
The ivy blends into the trellis
stone statues look years older

Inching along the spreading branches
of the tree that taps at window panes
Melding with the leaves and bark
becoming your night time bane

Shadows tease the back door catch
then move on to your window sill
Melting in to your own bedroom
sneaking about as they will

Dark mouths stretch on the walls
and yawn across your quilted bed
Teeth reach out for your toes
while fingers want your head

Shadows tickle the closet doors
and weep beneath the chair
Puddling underneath your bed
You swear hands are touching your hair

Courage you gather as you quake
bit by bit you garner strength
Off you cast the covers fast
your eyes you rub and blink

For there the sun is streaming in
and chasing the night shadows out
You can almost hear their angry screams
of defeat as the sun spreads out

Your brain gives a sigh of relief
as it realizes you are now sun encased
But then new panic does set in
as you recall night can't be escaped

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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.

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The Weatherman is full of spit

Chemicals, oh chemicals,
you've come to fix my brain,
sanity, oh sanity,
you make me go insane.

As simple as the sun that comes,
to brighten up your day,
as complicated as the moon,
that takes it all away.

The sun it shines and everytime,
it burns my effin eyes,
the moon it lies, I try and try,
but never effin learn.

Chemicals, oh chemicals,
you've come to ease the pain,
sanity, oh sanity,
you've left me in the rain.

The sun is to alive,
as the moon it is to die,
my hope is a cloud thats on the ground,
I try, and try and try.

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Thankful When

Thankful When

When sunlight gleams upon mornings frost
When you can see the guiding light all is not lost
When the days grow short, autumn walks the land
When you in need be thankful for a helping hand
When winter wind are blowing wild and free
When nature plays a springtime symphony
When white capped waves are riding high
When the sun touches the ocean from the sky
When all the autumn foliage is aglow
When we see the crystal sparkles in the snow
When the time is yours just for the taking
When the golden morning sun is awakening
When the people wave, smiling and greet
When you are passing them on the street
When the tides of life run against you
When you try but there is nothing you can do
When there is a chance to repent all our sinning
When He is giving us a brand new beginning
When Christ ascended and rose in glory
When all hope centered on the Easter story
When forever you truly want me to stay
When we have more time for fun and play

Erich J. Goller
Copyright 1.20.2012

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Chatting up with Storm

Howling, mad winds blowing everything around Why can't you stay still, so that order can be found? "Seems like everyone's problems Came rushing through me That I just had to search for answers- Their cries were making me crazy" Dark, angry clouds filling up the sky Why did you chase the sun away, causing it to hide? "Seems like everyone's problems Just came up to me that I just had to brood and vent- Their tears were making me heavy" Big, sad raindrops pouring steadily everywhere Why haven't you ceased your dreary cadence yet? "Seems like everyone's problems Had tears inside their hearts That I just had to imbibe them- Their pains were too much to bear" Weakening winds Clearing clouds Rivuleting raindrops Elements of a storm, Where are you headed now? "To call back our friend the sun, Our work is not yet done." Glowing, happy sun warming everything you touch What is that arc of magnificence that my soul feasts upon? "Seems like those three friends of mine Did such an amazing job Of cleansing, purging and refreshing souls That now, only beauty and hope remain..."
**Here's to rainbows after every storm! it's been raining over here lately & wanted to share this poem I wrote a couple of years back---sorry had to put the replies in quotes--wanted to italicize those but have no idea how, or even if it's possible over here...

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Thine was the glory -
When the sun rose one winter morning,
To love me, I relished myself and basked with my esteem,
I was abided by the greeting rays -
And I followed it, till my eyes seized me...
Thine was the glory -
I saw her at a glance and it seemed I lived the moment -
It seemed I lived a life. 
Thine was the glory -
When the moon gleamed one winter evening,
To hug me, I enchanted myself and suspired the fondness,
I was maneuvered by the adorning rays -
And I winked it, till my arms hemmed in...
Thine was the glory -
I hugged her for once and it seemed I lived the moment -
It seemed I lived a life.
Thine was the glory -
When the spring got hold of time and allayed the daylight,
To verse me, I sensed myself and pleased the warmth,
I was sedated by the soulful met -
And I graced it, till the flushing time...
Thine was the glory -
I assured her for once and it seemd I lived the moment -
It seemed I lived a life.
Thine was the glory -
When the summer flamed up and brightened the liaison,
To bless me, I devoted myself and assured the consequence,
I was honored by the moral dignity -
And I adored it, till my endurance evinced the realisms...
Thine was the glory -
I valued her for once and it seemed I lived the moment -
It seemed I lived a life. 
Thine was the glory -
When the sun doomed behind the roaring clouds,
To lust me, I drenched myself and coused along with the mizzle,
I was lipped by the wishful drops -
And I sheltered it, till my love stormed with the illusion...
Thine was the glory -
I endured the roarings and it seemed I was only living those moments -
As it only seemed I was living a life but not a realism.

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Sun Continues On Its Path

The sun follows the pathway across the heavens
Pathway designed by God set in motion by words
Jet pathways seen this morn number seven
Six of which the jets are long gone
One jet still flying toward the sun
Southward_northeners going to Florida or some isle
Wanting a break from the ice and snow
The sun continues on its pathway bringing warmth
Continuity that is stable only thing that is trustworthy
But even this will come to an end 
This stabilty of earth and sky
We just don't know when 
Left we are to wonder or just trust
Where do I stand when it comes to trust
I am not sure_are you?

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A lovely Tomato, to brighten up my days.
A beautiful Sun Flower, to lighten my ways. 
A Rose, of brilliant passions to delight my dreams.

A haunting – nightmare – pain filled thorns – streams 
into consciousness on beams of light – acknowledgement
of all that grows in a stark, garden basement.

There is this Fertilizer, - food for growth – for this Garden,
this Gardener needs – the water of life dries up – harden 
the soil, leaving it untilled, unseeded, to dust and barren.

This Life, Tomato, Sun Flower, Rose, nourish the dreams,
feeds this Gardeners, old soul’s desire for life beyond, seems
to be beneath this Flower’s, desire, - passions buried asunder.
This Garden’s, heart beats to the rhythms or crashing thunder
praying for lightening to ignite the Spirit, grow out from under. 

B. J. “A” 2
April 3rd 2008

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Life's Sweet Buffet

Life is a bowl of cherries
With loads of luscious cream
It's a pocket full of peanuts
Or rowing a boat downstream!

Like snapping a turkey wishbone
And getting the larger piece
It's much like parasailing
Or no longer being obese!

The soft cool breeze of summer
The warm sun upon your skin
A happy little birthday party
Some well played violin!

Like a sun drenched fun vacation
A trip to the stars and back
A piece of scrumptious apple pie
A tasty midnight snack!

Life can be about all these things
Just put your cares away
Ignore all those little problems
Enjoy life's sweet buffet!

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Passion between us

Passion between us

Love to cuddle you I swear
Like you’re my “BIG” teddy bear

You caress my skin
I feel the passion within

You hold me close
Like your body’s my robe

Protecting me boldly
Cause’ I’m your one and only

We fall asleep in sync
To the melody we breathe

We wake on the sun rise
Write with me as we lay on the beach side

Drift away with me
As we sip Daiquiri’s

We flow gracefully like the waves
Flow up on “life”…..”SAVED”

As the sun sets in our eyes
Meditations mesmorize

We drift off in our dreams
Live…love…joy…we’re serene…

I’m whispering gently…
“Goodnight papi”

By: Aleasha Martin

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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

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Fog Reviving

Awaking to painful swollen hands, feet, and legs
Thoughts fill head of what to prepare for breakfast_some eggs?

Go to prepare me some coffee to sit on porch
Just few minutes to linger in God's love before sun scorch

Wonderful foggy morn glad I am not driving
Thick fog could cut with knife for me fog reviving

A golden sun sends beams radiating through fog
Doves coo for a long while other birds chip_no crickets_frogs

Slowly reality sets in my morn begins
Some breakfast has to be prepared life's tasks start once again

Thank you for a time on the porch of peace quiet
To jot down few thoughts before the days noise unquiet  

Something called poulter's measure
12/14 syllables per line in rhyming couplets
Inspired by Francine's contest not an entry

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Sometimes Only One Is Needed

Sometimes Only One Is Needed

A subtle message in my mind
Reminds me of one thing
It doesn't take two to bring bliss
Sometimes all you need is yourself
You can sit on the porch all day
Listening and singing along with songs
You can take a long walk through a park
And spark the idea to get an icecream cone

When the memories get you down
Remember to smile and not to frown
For life is far too short to live in yesterday
So when you can face a troubled past
With a grin and a thumbs up
You will have taken life in your hands
And you'll know it's your day
To shine in a world full of viberance

And when you wake up each morning
The sun will be shining on your face
Hugging you with arms of light
The sun can't ever let you down
You could be the best of friends
And see each other every single day
The clouds above are a singing choir
The day is yours to take

A subtle message in my mind
Reminds me of one thing
It doesn't take two to bring bliss
Sometimes all you need is yourself
You can sit on the porch all day
Listening and singing songs
Just remember that life is yours
The day is yours to take

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Wondering Into The Clouds

Looking  into the clouds
And over the hills
Living life regular
And doing my will

Watching the sun shine 
And wondering
Whats out there for me 

Is there love
Is there hate
Is there life
Is there fate

Just wondering into the clouds
With all my might
Just smiling at the sun 
Just look at the beautiful sight

Im still wondering 
Im still thinking 
Im still looking into the clouds
And over the hills

I just hope that theres  something
out there for me.....

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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.

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My Life

I used to think of my life as a fairy tale,
The sun was always shining,
Flowers were always blooming,
Not a day that it rained in my life.

Suddenly it all changed,
Now it rains everyday,
And the sun doesn’t shine,
Flowers keep dying,
And I keep crying.

My life is a shambles,
There’s no one to turn to,
Can someone please help me?
I’m falling to pieces,
And my life officially sucks.

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A smile that never reaches her 

A laugh that never reaches her 

A hug she cannot feel

A numbness that is everlasting 

Numb to the world around her 
but not the pain inside

The allure of love and the false 
hope it provides

Beckoning to her like the 
warmth of a sun rise 

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

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

Her heart flooding with pain, 
and drowning in tears 

Waiting for the sun rise to 

Through the dark night she 

Tears of anguish wash away 
her pain

The sun rises for another day

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

To start another day and end 
another night

Anxious for the day to last 

To end her waking pain, and 
kill the darkest night

The lingering bitter taste of 
tears as it fades

The smile becoming real

The flood waters draining 

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

Stored away for months like a 
sleeping bear

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

To make her... her

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From the East to the West

From the East One hopes for a feast A dream one waits to come true Longing for the light to loom And expectations to fruit. In the East One looks for that same feast For no matter where you are In the East the sun always rises. From the West One hopes for a rest A grace after the life of the day And dream dreams when one lays That ask to make way. In the West One looks for that same rest For no matter where you are In the West, the sun always sets. By CarolineCecile - 01/05/12

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The Sun

The sun shall shine after the rain.
Drying all tears, erasing the pain.
It shall heal all the wounds inside.
Show the way, the light it provides.

The sun allows all things to grow,
Providing light so beauty can show.
All you need do is look all around.
In every corner beauty is found.

It graces the horizon chasing away night.
Reducing the shadows while increasing sight.
It brings forth life to our entire world,
In its light the beauty is unfurled.

The sun brings warmth I feel in my soul.
When it shines down I feel quite whole.
It warms the ground, the sand under my feet.
It warms the waters making swimming a treat.

When it shines down, light it bestows
When it does set the colors explode.
I close my eyes and dream of the sun.
I draw from the strength, join in the fun.

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What inward sight illuminates our way -
Whose lucid eye can all the ages span -
To see the Mystic Law that holds its sway
Beyond the endless birth and death of Man?
The luminary moon, when night is done,
Still rules the tides, though the daylight hides it.
The lotus always turns to face the sun
And yet what blossom eye ever guides it?
The cross-eyed men with intellect adorn
Their intuitions - blind who lead the blind -
The common mortals - blind when they were born -
With doubtful eyes that Truth could never find.
   We look - we stare - we gaze and gaze - but we,
   With sightless eyes, forever fail to see.

 – Harley White  

< October 6, 1999 >

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Light In Darkness

Chilled is the air and damp as sun rises Casting an apricot glow on tips of trees The sheer bastiste fog silently just is Bright sun brings hope changing to cheddar cheese Birds sing as do the roosters greeting friend A turkey goobles to my right loud and clear Wonder if he is courting a girlfriend She must be his true love_ his dear Sun has become that bright bright happy light Blinding rays pierce the chilled air warming all Soon it will be warm for all giving might Open doors of opportunity for those with sight Son_ sun cast light in places of darkness Opportunities for growth, change, cleanliness

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For You

The sun shines for you.
So why are you so blue?
To your heart you must be true.
Which sometimes is hard to do.
You know what makes you happy.
You know what makes you sad.
Then why are you torturing yourself so bad?
I know you love what you have.
But you long for things you can`t.
Changing from simple to very complicated.
Something you've not anticipated.
So put a smile upon your face.
And walk head held high out of this place.
The world is yours to chose what to do.
The sun shines for you.

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I remember...

I am standing on top of a cliff,
Its pure white rocks gleaming in the sun.
The sea is gently lashing against them,
I can hear the waves rolling in, one by one.

I am standing at one of the furthest points,
Like someone about to jump.
The soft green grass beneath my feet,
Not a cloud in the clear, clear sky.

The Isle of Wight in the distance,
The sun gleaming down its beams.
The sea is just tumbling on and on, seeming to never end,
It is so still and tranquil, a pin prick would make a ripple.

The air smells sweet and fresh,
As I take a deep breathe in.
The birds up above, calling each other,
Enjoying the warmth of the sun.

I too can feel the sun on my face,
The warm glow of my skin.
I look down underneath me,
And watch the waves tumbling in.

I let out a big sigh.
Forgetting my fear,
Of the height that I am standing at,
Because... summer, is finally here. 

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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

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Bleeding Sun With Rays Of Gold

Bleeding sun with rays of gold
I’m feeling young, not feeling old
I’m touching ground I’ve only seen
And seeing greens there’ve never been
I’m watching her grow up so fast
With skin so red as the sun passed
She’s wearing white, it fits her well
And all these people are so swell
An invitation to the event of my century
I thank you wholly for this entry
And now no sun, I’m driving home
And this is where I feel so alone
As I am sitting in my seat
With no one next to me to greet
I’m by myself again, again
But I won’t let this be the end

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I Finally Understand Why You Can't Go Home Again

The sun never shines here in south town
It’s only covered up
by a dust of regrets and letdowns
that i can never come clean of

the shadows dance in the alleyways
the darkness plays in the sun
the children all searching to find a way
for these shades of gray to be fun

we've been living on the wrong side of town
for way, way to long
we are lost when we wake up
still lost when we lay down
and i think it's time we find our way out

lately I’ve begun to notice
things haven’t changed at all
they are all the same
as they were when I was small

maybe my eyes have changed
maybe my life is stained
maybe I can’t understand
why the colors drain and the sun dims

maybe we've been living on the wrong side of town
for way, way to long
we are lost when we wake up
still lost when we lay down
and i think it's time we find our way out

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An Ode to Birth and Death

Darkness ended, Winter released her icy grip; budding crystals soon began to drip.

The Earth then tendered, its surface filled with life; Spring now wed to Summer, the
radiant rays piercing the frozen skies.

But Beauty gives way to Destruction and forests turn to tinder.

Here lies the crossroads, an Ode to Birth and Death.

A flower that slowly bloomed left stranded now in late Spring, scorched by Summer’s rays,
but oh its beauty still remains.

It lives on desolate ground. A mind unfolded, it's heart retouched.

And at last outlasted a depression that once did rule. And you the fair Demise, how will
you compromise? When we together win the prize.

Flailing futilely in a sea of lies; the Fountain of Youth was found, its waters tainted.

Perhaps it’s best not to toy with Life and Death.

The Seasons unwillingly shifting, the Sun now in full bloom, and the flower starts to wilt;

Beautiful, as death begins to set, while Summer touched the Earth.

Petals fall away like tear drops on the skin, and light penetrates in a wonderful array.

Ever growing heat, now begins to drain them of life, while petals turned to dust, carried
away in gusts.

Together fertilized, yet unaware, it only dares to bring about despair.

Death gives back again to Life; an early end to a late start.

A new beginning comes from dust and decay, as the Summer sun now fades away.

The burning skies teaming with gray.

Death takes a new form; white, blinding, crushing and consuming.

Oh but gorgeous it remains, In time, life grows again,

Coming from the wastes of a flower that late bloomed.Yet life anew begins too soon.

In Winter’s last grasp, her touch did drain, when frozen ashes did remain;

Here is life’s penultimate breath, the greatest Ode to Birth and Death.

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Blue Bird

Blue Bird

All alone inside of my magical little paradise called my mind is an peaceful and quiet, the sun is like a gentle kiss on the cheek, and the people are just so warm and friendly but watch out because if you open your eyes everything you once knew will be gone. This magical little realm has an bloody little twist to it. The sun that was once as comforting as an warm blanket was in fact the glistening moon and the empty black sky, and the people are now all blood thirsty monsters that are no longer affected by the sun light are now out for blood.

I run to escape the sickening but yet oh so enticing scent of blood and failure, I run to escape the screams of those who's lives were cut just too short, and I run to escape the sight of the undead, blood thirsty zombies who are on the hunt for others to join their group. I'm running, running to safety and security but all the time there's nothing but pit falls and traps. I'm running and success isn't that far away but just then I see prince charming I stop and become distracted by his promising words but just then he too becomes a monster. I scream and try to run but I just can't you trap me in fire and I can't escape. 

My mind goes numb, I can feel the darkness further enclose around me, my mind goes blank, and I forget about everything. On the inside I'm screaming, fighting, kicking to get away but on the outside I'm a love sick puppy. I know I'm stronger than this but there's something about you that I just can't get over. Just as the darkness seems to grow closer an light appears and an blue bird fights off my nightmare monster and takes me back to my snowy paradise where I'm safe and at peace and I continue my lonely dark and cold path to my brightly lite future with the little blue bird by my side reminding me that I am and will forever be loved by both my family, people who actually care about me, and god.

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Live like theres plusure to be found

The sun dies and the moon comes to life,....

I lay awake dreaming, what life could be like,....

If I could turn back the hands of time,....

And live life from the beginning with Rhyme....

As tears lay dormant and my cries remain silent,....

My past attacks me with a depression so violent,....

I try and count the stars, but I get lost in my confusion,....

I try to recall good times and end up with an illusion,....

I can’t see what is real and I can’t feel what fake,....

So how do I live when life is too easy to break?....

I laugh, I cry, I stand, I sit, I live, I laugh, I try to forget,....

All the pain but my memories, always insist,....

Push and shove until I give in,....

This demon is to evil, how I can win,....

I lost my heart; I found a block of ice,....

I replaced it so now I shall remain cold for life,....

I try and change but this pain keeps reminding me,....

That no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be free,....

From my past. From this unyielding pain,....

And that I will always live within a storm of constant rain,....

.. ..

So as the sun dies and the night sky comes to life....

I try and count the stars, with hope that everything will be alright....

I pray that my pain will cease and that my mind will slow down,....

So until it does, I shall live like there is still pleasure to be found....

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what kind of love

the kind of upside down clown and where all colors run together,
the kind of sing-a-long song and love skips a beat,
the kind that can never be known or ever regret,
the kind of toss and turn and counting waves,
the kind of too many miles, frowns, and goofy smiles,
the kind of now and then they trade sides and he'll rise as she sets,
the kind of intuitions meddlesome consciousness raining reminders of home,
the kind that is void of all sense, sight unseen, and still cause great pain,
the kind you can't leave behind, and never forget -


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No Need...But It Was Nice

A beautiful woman is regal and as stunning as the sun creeping through your window 
And pushes open your weary eyes…
Just to say…It’s morning.
A gorgeous woman is a pleasure to a broken heart like a child’s smile in a ghetto’s poverty
When the chill of your past sins crawls up your spine and robs you of your peaceful  mind…
What could cure the frigid bones and darkened spirit like the love of a woman
The strength of thousand woes….she’s suffered
The support of the earth beneath my feet
The encouragement.  The belief. The trust!
She is so royal, exquisite, magnificent creature made to comfort my path and my tasks
Made to remind me that it is a soft word that breaks the bone
A soft look that rights the wrongs and tightens bond…
Between me and you…
With a crown as grand as this I understand why she might see you at my lowest and say,
“I have No Need for you”
And while you’re down she might decide to tell you how glorious she is.
While you stumble to regain your stature she may slide her slippery self-exalted accolades 
beneath your feet so you find it hard to balance
Stand on your shoulders and say…
No Need to hear your words
When its your Joy….Your Peace….Your Love…
That reminded her of that crown
That polished that smile
So she knows…..
So she grows…
No need.
Yeah…she’s right…
You served your purpose and fulfilled that need
So when the night is over and sun comes rising up my window pane
And gently pushes open her weary eyes…
And she says……
“Can we make every night like last night and we wake to each others morning smile?”
I look into her seductive and hypnotic joy-filled eyes
And Say….
“No Need….But it was nice”

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Night and Day

Hateful is the day
and gracious is the night.
The Sun burns,
The Moon heals.

The day is so bright
We keep our eyes closed.
But the night is dark 
and our eyes can open.

During the night
We can see everything,
Though it is dim.
During the day,
Everything is so bright and clear,
That it's too much to understand.

The Sun is warm, 
But it is cold.
The Moon comforts you, 
As it doesnt hurt to look at.

So more to say, 
The day is perilous
And the night is tranquil.
So says I.

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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
So that my soul will be blessed,
Whereby my spirit will be invigorated,
By the magnificence of your supreme power.

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moon star angel

The night is dark,
The sky is full of shining stars,
Everything is gone silent,
The moon glows a gentle glow,

Is it true something is flying over the moon?
Is it true the stars have angles with wings glowing in the dark?
Is it true that the man on the moon is coming out to smile?

I see the shadows in my room,
I see the gentle glows of the trees,
Is it true the shadow is the candy man coming to see if my teeth need to be pulled out?

Is it true that the tooth fairy comes out to replace the candy man's sin?

Does the monster in my closet come out and mess my room up?
Does the floor turn to water and the water baby comes out and cries?
Does the sand man play a tune and then goes back to the moon?

Now the sun is out and the dark has gone so soon,
I wish I could call the man on the moon,
I wish I could go into space and see where all those things go before the sun comes up.

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A Driving Force : A World Apart

We were like the sun in the month of May Now we're like June, with the sun gone astray Like Ice on a July mornin Now, we don't belong We were like sand on the beach; so cleansing & smoothe But now we're like the shore, that's washed away We used to be sunshine on a cloudy day Now we're like the clouds, Gloomy & gray We used to connect on so many different levels But now, we're so far apart, there's no reception Now we can't talk We have no connection Our bond was so strong it could not be broken Now it's broken down with words unspoken We used to finish eachother's sentences, but Now we speak a different language We used to care about eachother,but Now we care about ourselves We used to get eachother,but Now we get tired We used to work things out,but Now we're both fired Used to be in our own world,but Now we're on different planets Used to share a mind,but Now,our thoughts are hard to find We used to know eachother so very well,but Now we're strangers We used to be joined at the hip,but Now we're a thousand feet away No force could pull us apart Now a driving force has separated our conjoined heart. .

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The sound of water is heard 
The rain falling onto the ground 
Like a giant waterfall 
Where the source comes from nature itself 

The sun hides behind the clouds 
Which have darkened 
Lightning and thunder 
We see and we hear 
The signs of a heavy rain 

I now hear splashing sounds 
I see tiny fountains as water droplets hit the ground 
Muddy puddles form in grassy patches 
Traffic comes to what seems like a standstill 

After the sky has shed all his tears 
Joy and love radiates from the sun 
A new weather, a new cycle 
Water has begun yet another circulation through nature 
As if starting afresh  

Without rain 
we would run out of water supplies 
Crops would not grow 
Famine and drought 
And poverty 

Humanity is no longer troubles or worried of any wrongdoing 
All washed away 
Humanity is cleansed by nature's purifying waterfall 
Dried by the sun's warmth and glory 
We are ready to move on. 

Rain is a blessing.

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Just before morning fall's 
the sun peeks on my face
as I lay on my water foam
I look through my window
the sun put's on a smiling face
like the sky so cloud
all I could see is cloud
like the tine voice of my mummy
Singing a hallow night song
the birds at the peek of their voice 
Yet I could not hear a thing
In my wild clay room
like my wild dream
I felt so could
as rain drop through my ceiling
In my wild clay room
I was call up from bed
like a king in palace
With tears forge with blood
Which studs as a dish
as I wear a smile of sorrow
In my wild clay room
I see the heavens smile
I wish I could go yonder
Yet I felt hunger
as I walk through the street
been greeted with gift of lashes
I wish I could regart
but acceptance becomes a must
I kicks the bucket a hundred times
but greeted back to life a million times
Conforming became a must
While greeted like a king
If only I could fly
Even if I could fly
I will fly up to no were
like I was greeted back to life a million times
I call to heavens
like heaven's were far from me
yet I could fill it's presence
Just before the sky fall's
I wake up from bad
Oh it was a night mear
My dream My dream.

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Twilight love

The stars shine bright and clear love
I hear the wings of a peaceful dove
The look in your eyes shines through me
My heart and my soul are really free
Since I met you nothing has gone awry
No longer am I alone to cry and cry
The stars in the sky shine just for you
The sun shines on me since I'm not blue
I laugh and dance, I sing and I smile
I haven't felt this good in quite a while
I used to hate darkness and the moon
I was weary of the sun at high noon
Scared to sleep and even to just live
Now I am happy with oodles of love to give
The light in my eyes is because of you
Your heart is pure, your love is true
I dream of you at night with perfect love
I now know how to overcome and rise above
All the hatred, the pain and hurtful things
None of that, my heart now forever sings
Our love is like stars at the twilight hour
You made me grow into a beautiful flower

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The Love Song (part 2)

Yes indeed I do believe there will be a time 
when I shall again know the sound 
of a beating heart sleeping beside me. 
Till then I should live the endless nights 
of recreating the sounds with my fingertips. 
Dream of only you, the want, the need of your beating heart 
so I may rest my head, lay softly upon your sweet breast, 
kiss your breath in the lovers sun setting passionate dream. 
Do I dare still dream or yearn for such a treat 
that makes the spreading of wild flowers in spring 
(the season of your birth)
seem less than a miracle? 
Do I dare disturb the course of the universe, 
the faith of the spirits, 
the paths my life has been handed unwillingly? 
Do I dare for the minute? 
Yes indeed I do presume, 
to be so bold, to believe.

I have known eyes such as yours 
staring out from the deep cracks of shadowed walls, 
I have known a tongue as spiteful as yours, 
but never as cold or dead locked in the reality of what is a true write. 
Laugh at yourself do you? 
The doubt is reassurance enough for me. 
It is eyes and tongue’s such as yours 
that cause people to jump from the bridge on a cold night. 
Be sure that tongue of yours don’t end up spitting out the butt-ends of rancid lies, 
that’s when the crack and drink take over innocent lives, 
that’s when a bridge on a cold night 
seems like your only friend.

Shall I part with the memories once and for all, 
leave behind the deceased ramblings of the past, 
or should it be that I walk with you through valley’s of golden sun 
for the remaining days my eyes look upon this earth? 
We have lingered together far too long, 
now I fear the voices within will wake me from this love song 
and I shall drown.

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Night to Light

Darkness engulfs the city street.    
Up above the moons unfurled. 
Street lights gleam on concrete.
Shadows haunt the darkened world.  
Stars speckled upon the sky. 
The sun retreats and says goodbye.  
Painting shades of black and grey. 
Until we wake the next day. 
The sun will wipe the pallet clean. 
I will see another beautiful scene.  

Details | I do not know? | |

The Light Before The Sunrise

Have you ever seen the light of day before the sun has risen?
Have you offered a gift and not known to whom it’s given?
Will you test your faith and put your life in another person’s hand?
Will the brinks of time see past the brinks of man?
Do you know the world is turning, yet you want it to be still?
Is that special someone a million miles away but just over the hill?
Do you feel your life pass you by but you’re moving as fast as you can?
How do you determine in the end who is the better man?
Will the stronger and faster one bear the burden of the world?
Or will he bask in the glory that he knows he didn’t even earn?
Is a genius smart enough to question his very own existence?
Is an intellectual wise enough to think past this very instant?
What happens after everything just starts tumbling down?
Will a single soul be there to help you get off of the ground?
Don’t you just love the predictability of irony?
How it can change your life so suddenly.
Will your life be like a story in a book?
Will it be a test on a desk that no one ever took?
Will it blow away and end up in a dark alley in your mind?
Will it disappear from the view of all mankind?
Or will it prove to be the glory you hoped it would be?
Will it be a great perspective from the whole world to see?
Will it serve its purpose and deem you worthy for the yearned trip to heaven?
Will it be the light of day before the sun has risen?

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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
             My empty soul
And just as the Sun 
   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"

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Making a daily living

As the head emerges
from the womb of soil,
brightly declaring its birth
in the scream of birds,
the new day is born,
a life to live to night,
as the body travels in its path,
as the head held high, aloof!
Hiding behind veils of cloud, 
breaking and slicing through
as it gazes upon the ground,
a humbled beggar to his shoe.
And then it reaches the height of its career,
as shadows flee and hide in reverential fear.
But then it topples from its ladder,
the inevitable decline,
until in its retirement,
it gets to end of line.
And then it is pierced by the spears of Cyprus trees;
it deflates slowly, and flattens
as it plunges to the ground
and the feathered choir sings songs of praise
as the day’s last trumpet sound.
And to earth it returns,
to earth where it was born,
dust to dust,
ash to ash,
to be re-born!

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the masteries dream

“The masteries dream”
Every night i seem to have the,
The seem masteries dream.
It begins with snow and ends with rain,
And has sun in between.
I start in the snow by a house,
So big and grand.
It’s look like i have been crying,
But i still don’t under stand.
I see a guy in the distance,
And the snow begins to stop.
I begin to smile,
 As I can see a guy smiling back at me.
I can see his face but not for long,
As it begins to fade.
It doesn't matter what happens in this,
House but every thing seem to drain. 
But than the sun begins to shine,
As a new day has arrived.
But the house has gone,
And so have i,
And there are mourners by a my grave.
Aah then i wake up of fear,
To check if i am alive,
Before going back to sleep,
 to see the terrible dream inside.
As the weather has change again,
As now it begins to rain.
All i could see was a little girl,
swing on a chair with a cat between her feet.
Singing a song of loving treats, 
And about her mother never,
Giving up in defeat.
So that was my masteries dream,
As it always seems to fad at the end.
If it’s ever comes true, You will be the first to now, 
As i never give up in defeat.

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the otherside

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

"been on the other side of a persuaded mind"

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I sit by a window.......

i sit by a window,
waiting for the sun to shine.
life is usually sunny,
full of laughs and smiles.
but now i just don't know.
i'm just so confused
about so many things.
what should i do?
i know that if i hold out,
things will get better.
sometimes i am in a tunnel.
and theres always a light at the end.
its always my friends and family.
they are always there for me.
i will always and forever love them.
i sit by a window,
my sun is shining through.
i know that i have made it
through the darkness and the pain
i guess what i am trying to say is that,
i love my friends and family with my whole heart.
i hope that they know this.
cause i know that they love me.
ill survive another day.
thanks to my friends and family.

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Pride and prejudice

Huddled inside his feathery frame, basking in his mellowing warmth, behind the horizon the sun rose and dawn came, and the dove awoke with fright and alarm. She had to fly for none must know, that her heart's with the raven. And she flew leaving her heart behind, only to wear a mask among her own kind. She played along as they tweeted with voices loud, their diction coated with malice and disdain.. She could do nothing but to their every word bow, while her tender heart bled and pained. Tangled in their rusted chain, she waited till the first star spawned. Bidding goodbye with a smile that she feigned, she wound the clock to the time before morn. As the sun crept to the other side, the dove lost herself in his love so wide. With their body and soul now entwined, they made love, when everything was so beautiful and fine.

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leave me to the sun and leave me to the moon

leave me to the sun,
the sun knows my words, 
it tells me so
leave me to the moon
it cries to me to ask for help
to ask for life, but i can give it none
why should i try to give life
to a whole force,
to give life to one i do not know,
its not my place, its not my job
but still it pulls at me.
but give me to the sun 
for it speaks in riddles
in riddles i know,
give me to the moon
for i am here to help it
to help others, please
give my body to the sun
and my spirit to the moon.

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The Stranger and The Fence

I held onto the top and looked over the fence
with a mighty jump and lift. The fence was so high
I struggled to see what was beyond.
It had taken all my strength to get near the top.
I had seen a glimpse of a man's head!
I knew someone was there on the other side! 
I had been walking that day, and the day before
that and many days before that. I had seen this fence in the 
distance when I was travelling and could not see where neither 
left side nor right side ended. So, I had approached the fence looking for a door. 
No door. A continuous fence? I had never seen one before. I called out gently,
'Hello?' '
'Hello there!' came the response.
It seemed we were both in the same predicament; 
Both wanting to get over the large picket fence. 
So we talked. We both sat. Talked till the Sun went down.
It got chilly. Sat with our backs to the wall to keep warm.
The Sun was on its way up. He had made me laugh through
the breezy night. I had forgotten myself. My situation.
He had taken my heart and I did not know.
'Well what are we to do?' he finally asked. 'Our journeys seem to coincide, maybe 
we can go together?'
I smiled, agreed.
He attempted to climb over and fell back down.
I did so too. I could not grip myself onto the fence anymore.
We both became determined but we did not succeed. Tired, bruised and angry. 
We sat on either side and panted out our dismay.
'I cannot get over.' He finally gave up. 'Nor I.' I shook my head.
'Time is running out for me.' We both said in unison and laughed.
'I must go on my journey.' He stated, my heart hurting.
'Same here.' I wiped my stray tear.
'Well I know we cannot shake hands, but maybe you can reach my fingertips at 
the top?'
I sniffed a smile, saw his fingertips, jumped and touched them
'Maybe we will meet again.'  He said solemnly. I heard his steps.
'I have a notion we are not even walking in the same direction after all.'
I said, the situation worsening. We said our sad goodbyes.
I walked on for an unknown time, parallel to the overbearing fence, 
a heavy feeling in my stomach. I looked up and saw hinges on the fence. 
A door in the distance! I ran, my eyes hungry for such a sight! I swung the door 
open embracing the other side. 
Eyes wide, heart racing, I looked desperately for my true love. My expression 
slowly faded, my glee dropped as I stood on his empty side of the fence.
He was gone.
I dropped my bag by his old footprints. My mind raced making decisions.
I followed.

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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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I will never leave my memories forlorn

Times have passed,times have passed, far spent,far gone,
I sit on this step as I recollect all the times passed. 
Memories are vast. Happy times of past unfurl in my
mind,sad times of past unfurl while my head down,
angry times unfurl in red flames of aggressive words,
loving times of past unfurl in the freshest part of my
heart. Lessons of past illuminating the path to walk, 
shaping my words to talk.  Hidden knowledge covered 
by night shadows,now revealed by the sun of present day. 

I sway my way to the futures bay with knowledge 
revealed day by day. Times have past,times have past,
far spent,far gone, looking behind the road I walked
I see many steps, in many hues,many images in
many hues,all combined and fused, all albian, 
one, walking ahead to the peak of the sun with  
hues of my background kept alive, by rays of the present sun. 

Much I have lost ,much I have won but the journey continues
my time isn't done, walking ahead with times of fun, as I dance 
with the present rays of sun , towards futures rays I run. 
The mile ahead unknown,the mile behind, I've past. I've passed 
those times,but those times have never passed me,
walking life with a head full of memories. I walk past people
I know,they seem not to remember me,do people cherish
their memories. Cuddle with them for a while,rekindle the flames,
wrap them in a blanket of fluffy cotton,keeping them fresh and 
never to rotten. The lessons I've learned,never forgotten,
The emotions I felt, will never melt,for they played a key role
of who I became. 

Times have passed,times have passed, far spent,far gone,
I will never leave my memories forlorn

By:Elliott Bowe

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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

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Happy Birthday
my darling dear
isn’t quite so clear
blurring candlelight
and candy sprinkle scents
this manufactured card
is all that you get

the bright colored wrappings
boxes full of hope
shaking their contents
originality is remote
staring blank faces
masked envy a disguise
smiles are offered
a ruined surprise

hope memory will return
before the sun sets
regret what I’ve missed
and what I forget
may the sun shine down
on your garden party
with aging certain
and a silent parting

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40 thieves of dreams within dreams part 2

Now we have kings of hell
A metaphysical chess of wishes
All revolving around me
Trapped inside this cave
This mountain
It’s still really before Christ
the prophet hasn’t been born
but if we can find the exit
we can change the real world
come back to this cave and rediscover destiny

A dream within a dream 
and the dreams of fourty thieves
Three wishes
And a genie passed around
An exit we can’t find
A world inside a mountain cave with a sun and its own stars
What will we do?
What will we say?
When the door opens?
The travelers come in
and the lamp with a will of its own escapes our grasp
and we are stuck here forever
Fighting amongst ourselves with our own selfishness vanity and greed?

When all of your wishes have been granted
Many of your dreams will be destroyed
Just another truthful romance of a famous Satanist 
Born into something wished upon mankind
40 thieves created in drunken stupors intellectual combat and jealousy

When will the door open and the exit be shown to us?
Will we take the population of the future world into the past with us?
Or leave them behind in this mountain?
Will you build me the king of the fourty thieves into a god?
and lock me here forever in this mountain forever
With your genie
Have you figured out the perfect wish?
Are we sober yet?
Have we woken to find sobriety?

Take me out of the harpie pool
Lead me to the wishing well
Give me my coins of the days of old
and remind me once again that we are merely traveling forward in time

Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Do you know what I know?
Can you see what I see?
Will u lead me to the exit?
To change our world
Or are you still wishing for all the glory?

In a dream with in a dream
40 dreamers wishing their dreams into reality stuck inside a mountain
this earth is what we are
A cavern with its own sun and solar system and space ships
and an exit into the past
where we the fourty thieves have just become
prophets and visionaries
Momentary gods of futuristic possibilities
to be creatively shunned and thrown away

Will you lead me to the exit?
Wish me to save you from your vanity denials and greed
Have you forgotten everything?
Do you know what I know?
Do you see what I see?
Am I here alone?
Did you leave already?
Is the door closed?
Is the magic word still 
Open sesame?

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Summer days lost

Will the sky always stay blue 
Will the clouds float lightly and show
Just peaks of great blue
How about the days I do not go out there
The days I miss seeing the sun come out
Feel the wind on my face 
Watching the sun rise

What about the summer days I sleep in 
The days when I am sick in bed 
Times when I am too sad to see the outside
Where do those days go

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Sensations of spring

spring only come's once a year
so celebrate it now while it's here
the flowers starting to bloom
gardens so full there not much room
new life starts to fill the world
as the seed of life starts to uncurl
with fresh start new love begins
when sun sets and light then dims
a whole new place circles the planet
as winter ends and finally sets
between the two most famous seasons
but its there because it has a reason
as spring begins so does the hope
with the new sun  the people can then cope
the fall of the cool rain and the warming of sun
to let everyone know spring has begun

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alchemic gold within'

the sun rises and casts it's light on earth, as the sun sets, the moon appears
to cast it's shadow of darkness, with the exception of the sun reflecting it's light on 
the surface of the moon. now.........if our spiritual light has descended into matter,
our physical being, being a shadow of our spiritual self, then like the moon, in a 
sense, everything in front of us is a reflection of our spiritual self as our physical 
is a shadow of our spiritual, like the sun and the moon.
the light of the sun never sets, it only seems to set as it rises on the other half of 
the world, the moon appears to remind us of that as it casts the reflection of the 
suns light. the setting sun is like the descending of spiritual light into matter, our
physical being, like the moon, is a continuous reflection of that light, the sun never 
truly leaves us, as our spiritual light never truly leaves.
alchemy of time isn’t about turning lead into gold, it’s about the evolution of 
consciousness and the golden properties of the higher self.
what physical property on earth radiates like the sun?...uranium...and as this 
compound loses it's element of radiation, what happens? becomes lead...
in other words, as we continue to reach for the gold outside our physical nature,
we neglect the inner spiritual nature, eventually, possibly, become as lead also.
who we are inside, consciously, is what is reflected back to us, our attitude and 
personal growth becomes our perception and projection of the physical world.
our eye's are mirrors of the soul, projecting the spiritual light within', reflecting 
back the love shared. it all begins within', from original thought to intended action.
it's all about one basic principal, unconditional love, because love encompasses 
all; love conquers all. if our relationship with the divine will is strong, our outer 
relationship in accordance to all in nature is strong also. as Jesus Christ said,
" love thy neighbor as thy self "..........respect and understanding.

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Behind A Black Cloud

Mamas crying
And she don't know what to say
She's lived this life before
Only seems like yesterday
And aint it funny
How the sun does hide away
Behind a black cloud
Broken promises
And an empty sea of gold
No sense of direction
Can make you feel so old
But he stays silent
Keeps doing what he's told
And aint it funny
How the sun does hide away
Behind a black cloud
Oh can't you see
What this life has done to me
On I roam
Down the rocky road to ruin
And still I see
That I'm scarred for all eternity
And aint it funny
How the sun does hide away
Behind a black cloud

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The sun will rise, and the sun will set, Everyday, the older you get, Daily lessons , taught yourself, Experience gained, set atop a shelf. Mental problems thought to be, A silent solemn catastrophe. I heard wisdom comes with age, I see different , turn the page, Wisdom seems to come with trials, Placed in front, stretched out for miles, Some will make and some will break, Lessons out there for the take, Failing and falling down, Just remember not to frown, Get back up a little wiser, Throw the gas on the fire, Ignite the flame that is your brain, Live your life it's open bar, Just don't forget who you are.

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Paints The Sky

She paints the sky with white and blue, 
With a stroke of her hand, a paradise for two. 
She paints the sky, where our love reigns true. 
But now she paints the sky with shifting clouds, dark colors, shades, and hues. 
What has happened here, in our paradise, just me and you? 
The sun has set, in this idealistic world, now bleeding down the canvas, lost and untrue.
She has raped my sky, with lines, foreign colors, and haikus. 
She riddles me lies, promising if my heart stays true, 
The sun will rise again, in this monstrosity, built in the minds of we two. 
Next time she strokes the brush, I expect bright colors, shades, and hues. 
But this time something unexpected happens, 
This time, 
She paints the sky, 

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The Calling Sun

These walls are blinding,
Holding no reflection, 
Revealing no tone, shade, or hue.
Swallowing all life and personality within.

These walls are weighted with sadness and neglect.
Wonders and horrors of the world barred off.
Alone she sits, needle at bedside.
Along with the spark in her eyes this four-cornered room has long since gone dark.

Her sun once brightened her world,
Illuminating the four-cornered abyss.
But alas, the night always comes for the day's bright sky.
Alone he sits, at her bedside,
He's lost her again hasn't he?
Day breaks, the sun is rising,
A little boy calls for his mother to come home.

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If Only I Knew

If I only I knew why the sun rises each morning 
of a new day, my Soul would beam with delight. 
But I truly don't know why it rises; maybe, to 
brighten our days of existence in this cruel world.

Day after day, I wish I knew how my days will
flourish. It may not be even now, but, hopefully, 
some day I might wake up from a dreadful sleep
and rise in the morning like a flower waking up to 
the sweet chirping sound of birds dancing with their 
wings of joy; joy for their existence in another brand
new day.

How do I rise from my painful sleep? I awake to my
cell phone alarm clock, with Ozzy Osbourne singing, or 
sometimes even a nightmare that brings my sweat to a boil. 
It is wishful thinking to wake up with great relief to be alive 
for one more new day; a day to forget yesterday and take
the moment to thank the sun for rising with me.

As I awake, the sun smiles and greets my day with hopeful rays 
of a delightful day. If I could take those smiles and greetings into my
heart, my day of life might just be bright and joyful.

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Rise Again

Taken by surprise by life's mysteries,

I find myself on the edge of misery.

My strength has betrayed me,

My arrogance struck dead so abruptly.

Yet I know I will one day rise again,

Yet my tears I can hardly contain.

The struggles have all but taken my soul,

Yet I will regain what this life has stole.

I will rise like the sun rises by morning,

The death of my spirit I will stop mourning.

A new spirit shall now be born within me,

A spirit of strength, A spirit of certainty.

I will surrender to this life no longer,

My sudden rise will come about like thunder.

It will come without a warning,

I will rise like the sun does by morning.

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After the Rain

After the rain goes away,
All bad things have been washed away.
My tears fell with the fallen rain drops
And they will wash away down stream with all the tears
From the sky.
When the rain dries up and
All  my pain has withered away with it, 
The flowers bloom again and the sun comes back out 
And all the joy I have lost has come back into my heart. 
After the sun comes out and  suns rays are shining,
I feel so lifted and happy once again.
Like all my burdens are gone and I have been set free.
After the rain clouds come,
I feel sadness in my heart again and the pain comes back 
Just as before and I feel my eyes start to tear up and water.
After the rain falls,
This cycle will start all over again.
It is never ending and it's the story of my life--
It's how it will always be--
After the rain. 

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Lake Michigan

on the banks of lake michigan i found my true loves soul
tired and twisted in a wreckage of folded metal resembeling avatgard sculptures

nameless, senseless, and cold i drug her from the wreckage while the sky was painted red and black
now with the moon in my eyes i breathe life into her mouth but each breathe given means each breathe taken

as as the sun begins to rise i see visions of a former life- forgotten life when we once loved eachother-
when we were children dancing in the spring rain
warm and wet we embrace under endless rainbows saturated with everything under the sun

we become spring rain, we become one

now with the coming of the day i say farewell to past love, i say farewell to past life
where im goin no man can follow 
im going to the sun so i can stay warm.

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as the day keeps its lies

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

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The sun set, the siren wailed
Furtively the Black moved, fearing to be jailed
For being without a pass after dark
In Johannesburg’s Joubert Park

A torch flashed in his face
Quickly establishing his race.
Too late to run
He was spun around
And pushed against a wall
By a big tall policeman.

Please Baas. Don’t call the van
I could be out of town quickly, if I ran.
Suddenly a push and a kick
“Run quick.”

Twenty years on
Apartheid’s gone
The policeman is now a civilian
Working in town.

The sun is setting slowly down
In a ball of crimson red.
Bringing dread
He must leave town quickly
Or he’ll be dead
With a knife in his back
Or a Kerrie on his head.

The City’s not safe after dark
For he has a Pass, printed by God
Embedded in his Page of Life
The DNA of being white.

In Joubert Park
A torch flashed in his face
Quickly establishing his race.
Too late to run
He was spun around
And pushed against the wall
By a big tall Black.

Please don’t kill me
I was the Policeman that let you go free
Suddenly a push and a kick
“Bugger off quick.”

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The World I See

The morning sun rolls around
Here, like Tick Tock's on a clock
Even the current of the sea is flowing

Wallowing seagulls in there flock
Only the sea breezes have ever seen
Revealing, the sun begins to rise
Laying upon a sight every one should see
Dynamic rays of shine and Beautiful zodiacal lights

In the Clouds where birds view from the sky heights

Soon I wish to see with my own undying eyes
Endless Beauty and essence
Enchanting Love and harmony highs

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Only Robins and Grows Know

To those who that like to wander their gardens while sipping a martini

On a stunning occasion 
While enjoying my garden
I was listening to the birdsong
Emanating from surrounding trees

Concentrating on mister robin 
And later a particular crow
They seemed to be trying to relay
To me some vital information

I became increasingly curious
Suddenly it was extremely urgent
That I understand the repeating
Message, which they both tirelessly screamed

Suddenly, a tap on my shoulder
I turned around, and it was my wife
She asked me, why I hadn’t answered her
Why was I staring at her red rhodies

The birds, I told her, they’re trying to tell
She said I’d been in the sun too long
Come back to the house before the neighbors
Well they might become suspicious of you

Inside, I went with her reluctantly
Thinking I had been foiled at that moment
I could have discovered the meaning!
What a cruel game. Too much sun indeed!

© Copyrights G. Jones 2006

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The sun comes out and shine so bright I see the sun but not the light The world is wonderful but all are blind They never appreciate what they have in their life Lucky those who are blind and can't see They picture the world that is so good to see They only imagine that everything is beautiful to see They see things that a normal person can't see Lucky those who are deaf and can't hear They live in peace and never in fear Silence is the only sound they can hear Smile is what they always wear

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A Double Edged Sword

The sun vanished I am left with gray skies.
As minutes turn to hours I see how time flies.
A cold wind awakens, feels like it may snow.
 I save what I can and let all else just go.

As snowflakes drift downward they cover the ground.
There is peace in silence seems no one is left around.
I listen quite closely for maybe there might be a sound.
The path is before me yet I don’t know where I’m bound.

 I wish for the sun as I long for its light.
It is the middle of the day but it feels like night.
All that is missing is all the stars and the moon,
I shall see them in a moment night will be soon.

I see the world around me but where do I fit?
I can’t see the answer from this place that I sit.
I have to have faith and a little more hope.
I need to just focus and put life in my scope.

I start to wonder for this is what I do
I try to decipher what is false and true.
The answer lies in the pieces scattered on the floor.
Things that I needed, I shall want them some more.

With all this in my head I just have to move on.
I don’t cry for spilled milk for it’s already gone.
I look to the horizon hope the answer is there.
It seems better than when, I was stuck nowhere.

As night time comes the sky does clear.
I remember the things that I once held dear.
The train is at the station so I climb on board
I watch what I pick for it’s a double edged sword.

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Where Else Would I Be?

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

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

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

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

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

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One Last Note

I'm left behind once again,

Just one more goodbye I have to

Endure through but I'll be fine,

I promise. I'm strong. Honestly, I

Don't completely understand why

But even before we said goodbye

I felt our love die. I never wanted

This to happen, but I can't

Bring you back and I, have to face this,

It's over;  I don't apologize for it. I said what I had to

And you did what you had to.

That's the way this works. Sometimes with you

I got way too honest, way too up close

And personal with myself, ended up hating myself

For being so needy; but I don't need that,

This love wasn't all there was after all,

I'm finding myself and happiness without you

Though it's been slow coming. Once,

You let me have a glimpse of the sun instead

Of the mocking shadows, but we watched

The sun set, watched the roses wither and die;

And I don't regret a single moment...

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I'm Gone

As I beg these clouds to carry me 
Back to the cloud soft lips kissing my 
Existence breathing life into my
Life completed with arms draped 
Around me from an angel
My angel forget praying for my
Safe return I pray for rain and evil to
Return to the haven that bathes me in
Sunshine not months and oceans between
Us but a mere phone call pleading me to
Come back to you
I never wanted to leave
My life my heart waves good bye
Yet beats in pain against my ribcage 
My chest too small to own all the rage
That hold hands with not waking in 
Your gaze 
I’ll gladly be a slave shackled 
To your existence love
Perpetually within your walls

The currents of life pull me 
From your sight
Eyes once shone in my
Smiles now blink cold 
Hurt as they lose sight of my 
Equally torn face
My soul mangled in ways 
Physically impossible
Life throws away my feelings 
Discards my desire
To control my destiny yet 
Subject to the rules of said 
Destiny pull me away from
The true destiny purpose
Is to love from three inches 
Of ruffled sheets between us
Your smile immortalized in
Pictures mentally taken yet real

Is it wrong for me to want 
To sell my soul if only for 
One real glance at your smile
If only for a heartbeat 
Unlike these now sit in isolation
30,000 feet above the site 
Of our last embrace
Memories to chase till I re-live the
And re-write our story to end 
Only in sentences not encounters
Am I doomed to love you on wind 
Gusts and dreams of sunshine
Where sun smile is all I have 
Rather the memory of sun smiles
Amazing naked poetry 
Every inch a line of touching
Souls hearts beating in sync 
Dancing on “4” dance floors
Minds on the same bed
As our bodies intertwine
As lyrics of a song do
There is a story written
Us destined to be one
But it’s my turn to 
I’m gone…

And I Miss You

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The Shower

I sit inside
Watching the rain,
Tracing it's path
Down the window pane.

I gaze at the people
Rushing past,
Praying the shower
Will not last.

Coats are buttoned,
Umbrellas brought out.
It's a downpour 
There's no doubt.

Snug inside
I sip my tea,
Getting wet
Is not for me.

People dash for cover
As the rain pelts down,
Making the puddles
A murky brown.

The streets are empty,
As the rain reaches it's worst.
It's a good job
I found shelter first.

Slowly the puddles 
Stop growing in size,
The sun and the rain
Reach a compromise.

As the rain drizzles down
And the sun reappears,
I see the most beautiful
rainbow I've seen in years.

People emerge
From under trees,
All that's left
Is a refreshing breeze.

Although it's dry
I want to stay another hour,
I'll watch and watch
For the next winter shower.

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Fragrance II - (Continued after Fragrance -I)

A raging sun raised over the sky so bright, kindled upon
The earth desired for thirst, the first ray hold upon,
By the crops reaped over the farm so baked -
Steamed by the nature so distressed,
The flared breeze glowed over the life withheld.
A muted zephyr pass by the morn, betide upon
The daylight so hoped-for, the first drop gushed upon,
By the wind so aroused over the fight against blaze - 
Danced by the mizzle so greeted
The sensation of expressions for the moment winded so delighted. 
Moistened by the drops fell upon so pleased, retrieve upon
The sowing over the sloughy farm, the last ray hold upon,
By the dismal days of cloudburst -
Streamed over by the ken so roaring,
The time of the year met with the season of showering. 

Abased sun faded by the sky so dark, mislaid upon
The sprinkle dripped for reseeding, the first ray hold upon,
By the awning fitted for shelter over the sidewalk –
Drenched by the approach so merciful,
The mournful reek washed over the shore so disgraceful. 
An abstract world by the city so ludic, played upon
The time seemed lively, the first dive swam upon,
By the pleasure of life - 
Versed by the pleasance so alive,
The sweet flow of liveliness hoped to survive.
Lasted numb behind the clouds the sun once peeped by the drizzle, showed upon
The rays gently breaking up the sky by the colours differentiated, hold upon
By the welcoming of feathered white clouds –
Eased by the greenery so eying
The time of the year met with the season of fall-flowering. 


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Just The Thought

It is always so dark and lonely at night
It does not seem possible the sun will shine bright
In the wee small hours as I sit in my cab
The world is cold and awfully drab

The thought of you warms me like the sun
Just the thought of driving homewards I come
The feel of that glow as I sit on my own
Can take away the feeling that I am alone

To know that you’ll be there when I return
Will banish the loneliness which is my concern
To greet you each morning with a hug and a kiss
Makes night time more bearable and morning such bliss
You’re the sun in my day and the sun in my night
Makes me so happy makes things all right
You light up my life through only a thought
Into my whole life the sun you have brought

So it may be dark and lonely at night
It may fill some people with dread and fright
Thanks to you my nights are clear as day
You are able to brighten my life in that way

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As the sun moves o’er the sky and never ceases
To warm the life we see around us:
So  I follow my orbit around you
And stop for nothing even for a moment.

To warm the life we see around us
I search constantly for your sweet love 
And stop for nothing  -  even for a moment -
On   my  unending  journey.   

I search constantly.  For your sweet love
I will forsake  anything and everything.
On  my  unending journey 
There are no hesitations or stops.

I will forsake anything.   And everything  -
Everything  -  in my life points only one way.
There are no hesitations or stops
In the glow and flow of  your radiant  warmth.

Everything in my life points only one way  -
So,  I follow my orbit around you,
In the  glow and flow of  your radiant warmth, 
As the sun moves o’er the sky and never ceases.

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

Written for  Paula Swanson’s  Contest    “Pantoum”

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* this is a poem I wrote about my friend's father. It is written like my friend is saying it.


The sun shines brightly as his jokes brighten up people's day.

People's hearts beat fast like a drum as his will to care is shown through his actions.


This man was a storyteller.

A wise man whose story will be known forever.


He was my best friend.

I won't ever forget him like a parent can never forget the birth a child.


That man is my father and he will be missed by many.

But every night I will look up and know he is there.

For although the sun is missed at night I know it is still there.

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worried water vertebrates

Worried Water Vertebrates 

And the sun keeps on shining a bit warmer now in Mars. 
But rain keeps away and fish in the cisterna are worried. 

Is this the end of their world? Tiny fishes lives on what? 
Planned cannibalism every two, three months, perhaps?

Small and translucent I see their quickening heart beats. 
Open the cisterna’s lid so they can see the blue clear sky.

Since they may take me for the creator must show them  
They are not forsaken and I cannot be blamed for this. 

And the sun keeps on shining, a bit warmer now in Mars,
But Louis, the farmer, and I know this can lead to calamity. 

Cisterna... a place to store rainwater (Portuguese)

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Dawn is Its Own Answer

We receive light 
from a powerful star 
which enables us to survive 
Our finite time here 
is really something of a miracle
Scientists will analyze it 
but true appreciation of this wonder 
belongs to the poets
Our time is brief 
we must do what we can within its confines
Eyes light up on warm, sunny days
Our hearts send out our thanks 
To whomever is responsible for this magic
It is a gift, I believe 
from the Master of Forever

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let us say the summer that year
was a cliché to its lovers.
And its once open windows stood 
against Prying Eyes.
Perhaps the silver 
smoke of automobiles rose toward the waiting sun that
climbed so eagerly. we didn’t know.

Summer was a witness
A watcher
Tracking our movements, counting our 
numbered pulse beats
our Numbered Kisses
—of sweet desert rain
when the creosote bush was thick in the air— 
our crimson liquids
moving fast through 

the chalks of our skin
And the rouge on your cheek seemed
almost translucent to me
as time itself, sifting between
Hourglasses broken shattered
With memories tainted

and let us say that Dandelion perfume lingered on our parted lips
—it was pungent, maybe, as the saline tears
where lashes are sieves— 
clinging to the pads of our fingers.
our identities
veiled by tiny white seeds 
that may,
In the winter (when the sun cracks along its crevices
		like melons in the heat),
bury themselves deep into our pores, Waiting
For that last Dandelion seed
to surrender

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Sun and Rain

Many a poem I have written about masks and pain.
Even occasionally I have written about my strengths, and my gains.
I just want to say; life goes either way.

Pain is rain.
Rain brings new life.
New life brings love.
Love brings pain.
Pain, once again, brings rain.
Rain where the thunder makes the hurt go away.

The sun brings a smile.
A smile brings hope.
Hope brings dreams.
Dreams bring the shooting stars to wish upon,
And the sun follows the stars.

Much abused, and much used.
Much relied on, much loved is lavished upon.
Much hurt, much strength.
So much smiles for so much pain.
As warm and gentle as a ray of sunshine in the rain.
As loved and lonely as the first bud of spring.
So strong and so weak, a simply complex thing.

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Perfect sky

clear is my perfect sky, the color of the tears I cry, waiting for the clouds to clear, finally the sun 
appears, tears of joy race down my face, this blissful occasion has taken place.The feeling 
when the sun descends, like having a knife in every limb, Again I resume my designated state, 
whenever my perfect sky is missing or late. Before it departs I remonstrate to leave my heart.In 
vain was my pleading, for it took my heart before leaving. Here I sit watching the night wishing 
that I could take flight. to go high in the sky like a balloon, To chase the sun and erase the 
moon.Never am I happy at night, for the moon is never the same twice.

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Hip roof house adorned
With a yellow wig that glows
From sun light dancing

(Go by this house many times in a week but happen by at a time when the 
angle of the sun with such that the autumn colored leaves looked like a wig on 
the house top.)

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With a Pocket Full of Lies and Some Vanilla Skies- Part 2

The tub is my kettle and I’m busy dicing 
My tears will be the icing on this cake 
This knife holds no reason to be fake
And if I will it, it will surely take
Take my life that is just waiting to break 

I’m betting that these incandescent lights will be the witnesses to the last 
seconds of my life 
Tonight was long and it’s soon to be gone 
A day is 24 hours long 
But I wonder how long I’ll be remembered after I’m gone

And as I bleed I take my seat 
On the curb for anyone to understand me is absurd
So have you ever heard the sun rise 
And have you ever swam in vanilla skies
Can you decipher truth from lies
Well I’m glad to know someone still dare tries
And now the moonlight makes love to the light of day
From hazel to grey 
I think now that’s the way
It makes me proud and my heart pounds in flutters 
And the sun peaks over the horizon
And the light that leaks sneaks through the old oak
Then cuts through me like butter
I manage to choke up a final verse

Thank you for making my heart flutter 
With a cool breeze my body shutters 
An unfamiliar feeling is caught stealing my attention
I must mention that it took all this to show 
My heart that the world can still glow
But maybe this came too slow
I must let you know 
That no longer does my heart wish to go

The sky of grey carried an insemination of a brand new fascination
My heart has begun a regeneration
Once again I feel the will to fight 
Every stab will scab 
And if I’m lucky one day I’ll nab a piece of happiness
But until I see the light at the end of the tunnel 
I’ll shoot through the night 
In hopes that a blind old fool can find the right path 
This shadow of an aftermath will walk quietly through the room 
Trailing behind memories of agony and gloom 
Once I find a piece of bliss 

I shall turn around with a smile and beckon bring me that doom
I’m begging to be consumed 
Place me where ever has room 
I have a pocket full of change

So where is my cab across the river sticks 
I’m a final fix with a pocket full of tricks
Shall we make this quick
I’ll let you have your pick

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Moon Mirror

The sun, going about her daily chores, 
glimpses a new star in the sky, 
one smaller than herself, 
yet strangely familiar.

Used to catching her image first in puddles, 
then growing larger in lakes, 
she at first only sees a stranger, 
then catches herself 

spread in the moon's reflection 
across thousands of miles of sky.
Hypnotized by the beauty 
of this strange new view of herself, 

she can't ignore it, 
sneaking looks time after time; 
she can't take her eyes off herself.
Daily, as the moon moves about in the sky, 

the sun catches tantalizing glimpses 
of herself from multiple angles. 
By then, the sun imagines herself to have 
the moon's full attention, 

claiming it as her mirror.
Like Snow White's wicked stepmother, 
the sun asks this mirror repeatedly, 
methodically, almost hypnotically, 

"Who is the fairest of them all?"
The moon answers all questions 
bringing the sun back time and again, 
puppet on a string 
seeking a definitive answer.

By day, the moon untangles 
its strings of moonlight, 
puts out its nets.

Their dialog moves sideways; 
the sun's questions, always direct, 
glance off the moon; 
the moon's answers slip around behind it 
as the sun tries to get a better look 
at what the moon might be saying.

Who was created in whose image? 
Which came first, 
the chicken, the egg, or the yolk, 
small sun caught up in the quicksilver lies 
of albumen?

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Spinning on Your Broken Face

I wrote this when my husband was in boot camp. And I will write many many more when he

Oh great world you widely turn with sun and moon to make your entrance face.
But hath the sun be known to bring you smiling? The night, to brim your cheeks and
wrinkled face?
You groan in cognition with blaring traffic, silent steeples, the mountain’s face.
And though the sun shines brightly, can the core of the heart beat color to thine face?
For what then, when shaken form the quakes of loss? Shall rivers flow parallel with
sorrow’s face?
What then? Explain the quakes and quivers of salty sea tears, while grasses wither, burns
the prairie’s face.
If thou cant be willing to acknowledge the corrosion of thine face,
oh great world widely turning in space,
acknowledge why I miss the stars
And wonder where my tide went.
Tell me where the boat shall lead the tired soul.
For his feet be sore in boots of war.
For under my nails bares the sands of many lands that I have traveled in my mind in sweet
To catch the vapor if his scent
Be reminded this heaven sent.
Tell me so far the beaches see, as I too come to greet the sea
And bask in sun and salt and rain
To join in your broken heart of pain.
Tell me how thou heart beat still
Spinning on your broken face.

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Sun, Moon and I

Sun, Moon and I

When you walk
along with the trend of the sun
and go with the moonlight 
life’s circle of the past
will become a moment of today
until today is renewed as tomorrow.

The circle of life 
though no one is able to escape from it,
occasionally, hesitates steps 
if I should go forward or backward
stop at the roadside and think
if there is any way to escape from the circle;
the sunset glows under my feet exceptionally red this evening. 

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Down in the hole
I covered my face
Close my eyes
Put my hands 
On the open mouth.
Down in the hole 
I hide
From the life
From the people that surround me
From the sun that was burning me.
Down in the hole
No voice can be hear
No music can be listening
No laughter can reach.
Down in the hole
I covered my body with dust
Close my heart in the darkness
Sold my soul to unknown.
Down in the hole
I was left alone
By choice of mine.
And when the feelings were gone
The pain hides deep inside me,
Left me out on the sun again. 
And that's when 
I felt reborn again
With no feelings at all.

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Well spring has Will come and hearts will feel the passion of love,_O yes young girls thoughts will turn to boys as the worm sun shines from above.__O when the sun worms the ground and new growth comes to life,_Then young men's thoughts turn to a home and a wife.__O another season of the cycle of life when love and laughter fills the air,_When hearts will be won or hearts will be broken but no one seems to care.__O spring the start of new life the chance for love and for some a new beginning,Now we life this life with a gamblers heart and hope it is love we will be winning._O do we trust in fate and hope for a wedding as the spring sun shines from above,_Or do we seek out the passion of a worm heart and hope it is the one we truly love.

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Betrayed once more, Everyday

The sun goes down
I feel the light betray me

The moon goes down
I feel the night betray me

The sun goes down
I feel the light betray me

The moon goes down
And I can't help but feel alone, So distant from the sun.

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Chemical Sun

Bad deal today, at times confusing but always harsh.
I may be lying in the mud, but I’m starring up at the stars.
Catching my flight to bliss, trying to ease the pain.
Watching from my semidetached state, the city flame into day.

Chemical sun rising over me, burning pure truth.
I think I’m falling apart again, but you always help me through.

Everyone was on me all day, now its over and I’m audi.
The flaming fury of the day, slowly going out across the city.
Mysteriously beautiful night, I just wish she could see,
through all the floating thoughts, just what’s happening to me.

Chemical sun rising over me, burning pure truth.
I think I’m falling again, and I believe its for you.

You’re so open, never fronting, always straight.
Talking inhibitions, and decisions about soul mates.
We are now, not tomorrow, these thoughts are not ours to think.
I truly know your pain, sweet Isabelle, you don’t have to speak.

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The birds are chirping, the sun is beaming Why is today so very frightening It is a day like any other, No reason to feel this ugly quiver Am I alone, can no one feel? This nasty pain that feels so real Am I able to carry on? Or do I wait but nothing comes. It makes no sense to trap ourselves No sense to care for someone else Love is a trap for one and all, All of our creatures great or small The sun will shine, the birds will sing Again tomorrow, or so it seems A lonely moment by a lonely soul Really makes no…no difference at all. ©Elisabeth Dubois

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another year

another year has finished its foward dance one more year maybe one more chance.
as these seasons are born then die it happens so fast they way times fly by
one day the sun bright and blinding your eye the next day its gone only clouds in the sky
color of the winter drains you  the endless gray another season for it all to go away
how can one stand beside the clock counting away the year tick tick tock
a constant reminder of our finite time a constant countdown to the final chime
and every year i try to keep the chin high alas every year till the day  i die
every fall brings a pang of regret for those i love and those i neglect
the leaves die making room for the new i think we all do the same thing too
spring speaks of a fresh start and relief to those with heavy winter hearts
the promise of sun and a new begining a small clue in alife with little meaning
summer comes we wait all year the days are long the skys are clear
radiating sun keeps energys high but summers so short no matter how hard one trys
so many memories attached to these seasons a million guesses a hundred reasons
the smell of the flower that blooms in may always reminds of long forgotten day
crisp air before the very first snow always hints to me somthing i should know
even thoe this life is so short and fast i would trade nothing fo all the seasons past
i put down my pen and start to reflect no matter what lifes amazing in retrospect
so live each season like it was the end lifes not measured on a watch my friend
its weighed in the hearts of those lived it every ounce day by day bit by bit
another year has gone away so weigh your love everyday kept in a safe place
doesnt matter what  this is your life your day keep to that you cant lose face
another year has completed its run soon enough once again greeted by the sun

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Strolling down the street hand on my gat,
with the sun at my back ready to attack.
Slow to the fight quick to react,
always marching forward never looking back.
10 months in the desert not a drop of rain,
only thing I've sen is suffering and pain.
The weight of my gear is difficult to maintain,
to end my own life I try to refrain.
Another pointless battle in an unknown frontier,
never making it home my only fear.
Another explosion in the distance all I hear,
as I push forward hoping the end is near.
Watching the sun set I sit there and pray,
that I will make it through yet another day.
All of a sudden I see a white light and hear loud bangs,
4 more friends died with the blast of that grenade.
Will I make it home I do not know,
for in my countries arms lies my soul.
My blood, sweat, and tears are my toll,
and the hope of going home is all I know.

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Dawn's Orphan,Midnight's Accepted Son

I've got the Sun in My soul

Your eyes on 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 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 and my gang of shadows

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What Tomorrow Brings

Into the evening I walk and see
The setting sun just ahead of me.
With wandering mind, simple thought,
I think of all that I’ve been taught.
The day awakes and then resigns
Showing all its earthly signs.
It’s here forever, but gone in a day.
Days will come back, but will we stay?
We are but tenants upon the dirt,
Sharing life, with death we flirt.
One day we shall be within
The dirt we stand on, shedding skin.
Our souls or spirits, or whatever you say
Will be the presence to see the new day.
But, in our minds, deplete of thought
We won’t remember one thing we’ve been taught.
So eagerly, now, I see what is true.
The sun tells me now what to do.
Walk through the days, yes, but with reason
And we will live to see new seasons.
Spread the truth and see the light
And we will live to enjoy the nights.
Share your thoughts and say kind things,
We’ll then see what tomorrow brings.

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True Love

I will not say I love you
For love dies a dark death
And the light I feel radiates from deep within myself
I cannot stay by your side 
For your shadow overwhelms my soul
And the sun always sets
Leaving behind only darkness to chill the soul
Your life is too bright
For me to sit beside you
And send you off on that journey to eternity
I cannot watch your beauty be devoured by that cold light
For if I were to hold your hand until the end
The sting of release would plunge me into utter chaos
So let our romance live in memories 
For death comes to everything

Death comes to everything
The sun gives way the dark night
As the shinning light is devoured by emptiness
The twinkling star
Which once granted youths simple wishes 
Burns out before we even realize it’s gone
Each second dies 
As it turns into minutes
And the minutes 
Too soon turn into unremembered hours
The beautiful glow of fall
Fades into the chill of winter
And the peaceful spring
Succumbs to the blaze summer
Love becomes tarnished through the years
And beauty fades
Nothing lasts forever

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To Live And Die As A Winter's Spring

She was a Sumptuous Blossom...
That was born out of a Winter's Spring
Her face was framed by Glorious Red
Her eyes were the Bluest Diamonds
That the World had ever seen.

She was born with an innate Attitude
That life was created just for Her
That the Stars and the Moon and the Sun above
Existed to please Her and only Her.

She raced through life without a care
The winds of change were contained within
She relished every moment
Every breath that she'd take in.
She always knew that it could be her last
It could be the day she'd meet her end.

She came into this life with nothing
She knew that she'd leave it with nothing too
All that would be left of her would be Dust and Earth
Only the eternal Winds of Change
Would sing her Life's forgotten tune.

Nothing in life was ever to fast for her
Nothing ever skipped her mind
All she lived for were her Memories
of all Faces of the Loves she'd left behind.

She had never wanted to be the one
To have to stay in one safe place
She wanted to live on a precipice
She wanted to free fall into space.

She wanted to dance to the Inner Music
Of her own sacred heart's tune
She wanted to match her heartbeats
To the Seasonal drums
Of the eternal Sun and Moon.

She had a thirst for knowledge
And for art and beauty too
She loved the wisdom of the ancient Greeks
She lived according to their truths.

She could always see the meanings
Behind the Wheres and Whys and Whens
She possessed an intuition
A particular type of Zen.

She never ever let people see
What was behind the Diamonds of her eyes
She always felt it better that way
Rather to keep truths hidden away
Than to have to explain with a bunch of lies.

She always knew she'd die alone
She always knew that was a given
She wasn't that religious
She didn't really believe in heaven.

She believed that she would just move on
That she'd move on from place to place
That there was nothing ever Sacred
Nothing holding her in Time or Space.

She'd climb upon a White Horse
And Chase the Shooting Stars
She'd fly among the Meteor Showers
She'd dance upon the Moon
She'd travel here, She'd travel there
Eternity would never come to soon.

She'd be the One to challenge the Night
To shine as the Brighest Star
She'd be the One that you always look to see
The One that looked close but was always far.

(December 28, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved, 

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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

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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.

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Am I Done

Feels a long way sometimes
A long road if not a lonely one
For the sun never always shine
And how did I know I’m done?

Yet a night to sometimes present a light
As oppose to mornings in the dark
An afternoon perhaps it just might
Whence a simple soul shall share a likeliness apart

Perhaps only nearer the road shall be
Never too far we always do tend to stray
And as always its only further we see
When we foolishly agree how life never is okay

How is to oppose I’m never to know
How do I agree, how do I pretend?
And how much more is there life to show?
For whence ever alive...there never is an end

Been a long way... sometimes
My long road if it ain’t a lonely one
Have I forgotten to see a Sun there shine?
Yet somehow I know I’m done

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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.

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A beautiful sunset, a painted picture in the sky. The clouds dared to take it away, but the sun shone through over this breathtaking horizon, I always knew with you, there would be a reason. I always believed in you, my heart whispers you are speaking the truth. I find blithe safety and trust in thee... please don't ever leave me. You'd miss this beautiful sunset, our memories you'd soon forget, would you want to risk that all? Giving up everything for nothing... who'd be there to help you up if ever you took a fall? Who'd be there, but me?... Who'd remember it all?... A cold wind sets in, I search for you... A ray of sun finds a sparkle of hope inside of my heart, I see you standing still, proud, and tall. There you are. A butterfly in my soul, how happy, how joyful. With this one last sunset before the end of our time, it paints a beautiful picture across the sky. Forever a butterfly fluttering, enchanting in my mind. And so you fly away, transforming in the light. Tears stream down my face, a broken heart, a sad goodbye. We will soon be together again, a promise until the end. Love will last forever, forever will find us in the end.

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Ashes to ashes, Dust to Perfection

Too many thoughts tabulated by one soul
Repairing broken hearts like clockwork
Working the night like the day was a gift
Sunshine wandering off into distant deserts
Could I be right?
Could I be wrong?
Unsettled and uncomfortable
Relaxing into life 
Falling gently into imagination
Taken away to future places
Future lives
Future loves
Excitement takes over the unsettled thoughts
Aspiring to be better
To be complete
Not fixing 
Nothing is broken
Piecing together a lost hope
Sliding the puzzle into place
Slowly but surely 
The sun will not distant
The sun will wake like I with a smile
Broken hearts will become the past
Thoughts wont be tabulated
Thoughts will be embraced
The day and night
Everything in between

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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,
"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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the song i sang when you left

How I love to hove you forever nigh 
Oh sun that brighten my path each day
The star that decorates my dark sky at night
That I may have you all day I seldom pray.

Your footprints on the path of my life
Are golden landmarks that can never be replaced
Your blueprints on the tables of my heart 
Are engraved with love and can never be erased.

Your arms that hold me in the days of grave difficulty
Left an abvious mark of hope on my wrist like a watch,
 Your words that found me while lost in the city of adversity
Still lighters my path till I found my feet on the top notch.

Oh the sun that smiles from the west in the morning
The moon that comforts me when shadows walk after me
Night and day, sunshine and rain, you are always a darling 
Oh that I may have you forever beside me.

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After a long hot summer's day
I sat and watched the sun set.

It seemed as if the air itself
Was hotter than any noon day sun.

The sun looked like a ball of molten fire
As it hung there in the western sky.

It felt as it the sun was setting
On the whole universe.

And as I watched the last few inches
Of that great fireball disappear into
The horizon

I wondered if the sun would reappear
The next morning.
Or decide it was through and snuff itOut like a forgotten candle.

Life is full of uncertainties.
The best we can do is live or lives
Step by step, minute by minute

And pray for rain.

Josette Key      2007

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Life's Tree

I sit with leaves falling from the tree
Of lives sun rays shining on me
The way time flies with no time to see
They way they drop so carelessly 

Oh life so short with no time to spare
To leave this place with nothing to share
Only one chance to sit under there
Watching them fall without a care

They float to the ground like the falling snow
With all my seeds still left to sow
There is no choice when it is time to go
As quickly as the sun will melt the snow

While under the tree make it last
The leaves fall quick
 And the wind blows fast

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The Request

I crawled out of night like a cocoon
Feeling the sun on a crinkled skin
Waiting to grow wings
And tour the heavens soon
And suddenly when I thought
The night is history now
There was this shadow, this presence
Blocking the sun like a form of bigger wings
I had to flinch
That is, I crawled back into myself
So that had some distance away from it
I needed distance not only to protect me
But to give adavantage to vision
For we cannot see thinggs when they are right up in our face
Causing us to blink
I saw it then, the shadow
Suddenly becoming a bird, a huge predator
Even of other birds
And I shuddered and wondered why
Men should be born if only to live and die
What was the point of living
For we die even before we know what life is
Or the whole meaning of it
We live like a frenzy on a stage
A blabbering of the brain
And despite of all of that I wondered if the bird had a cage
While slobbered the poison over my skin
And waited in quieted rage
I have no intention of dying alone
Have lived my life in loneliness so much
Lord, let me die with you.

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Well again

What is wrong this morning?
I know something is not right
The sun and the moon together
And not letting go of the night

And the flowers look so sad
And the birds don’t want to sing
Just a dark gloomy shadow
That’s covering over everything

Ever the rain refuses to fall
So the trees can quench their thirst
But no one else can see this
It only exist in my universe

And the world stuck on pause
And at that moment I can tell?
That beautiful my sweet heart
Got the flu and not feeling well

She’s such an angel to me
Just a joy to the world 
A gift to humanity
And still such a down to earth girl

I try to got out side 
And the day just stands till
For how can you go about life?
Knowing the one you love is ill

I saw on the news storms here
All the roads are blocked off
But I’ve more important things on my mind
Like did she takes her Vicks 44 for her cough

I wish I was there to take care of her
To make some chicken soup Trinidad style
To chase away that bad cold
And bring back her beautiful smile

Hey you don’t look at me like that
I know all of you will do the same
For when the one you loves feels down
You, ill do anything to make them well again

So I will try to survive these days
Through the snow, storm, and shivering
Until I see the blue sky, the sun and the rain
It’s how I know my sweet hearts feeling well again

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Blackwater Bay

I watch the sun rise

over Blackwater Bay

blood red and promising heat

I'm not surprised

that I lost my way

and spent so much time on the street

In my defense

I've got nothing to say 

as I watch the sunrise

on Blackwater Bay

I've got things to do

and places to go

I'm thinking of starting today

I never knew

there's so much I don't know

I can't let me stand in my way

too much time gone

and too little ahead

I battle the passage of time

The train that I'm on

won't stop for the dead

as she makes her way on down the line

Should the good Lord allow a few more years from now

I will be able to say

I've followed my heart and I've done my part

when I come home to Blackwater Bay

I've seen the sun rise

over Blackwater Bay

and I want to see it again

If I don't try

I might as well die

Than to go back to where I have been

I watch the sun rise

over Blackwater Bay

Blood red and promising heat

Lord give me strength

and show me the way

Help me to stand on my feet

Humbly I pray

that You won't let me stray

then guide me back home

To Blackwater Bay


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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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just look to the sunrise in the east

She'll always be remembered for her golden hair
Youll never forget her grey green stare
But youll always forget her writing
Youll forget her words of fighting
Her poetry of crying
And her pleas of dieing
Youll forget her screams
But youll still see her in your dreams
Youll always remember the beauty but never the beast
Just look to the sunrise in the east
There you will find her rising with the sun in all her beauty
And all her fraility
You will see her there rising dead and alone 
With her wrist forever sown
If you look to the east where the sun shall rise
You will find her clensed of all the lies
You will find her price
Her sacrafice
What it took to make her whole
And because of what you stole
This beauty will fade away
But not her wisdom
For in her book it shall forever lay

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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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A dark sun rises

by the darkness of the moon,
I rise from this grave.
these barren lands
which hold my rotting corpse.
and I stand.
I stand in my hole.
6 feet of dirt.
and I watch the sun as it comes.
I have seen this sun rise
day in and day out.
but what makes it any better this time?
It gives me hope now,
a chance for a new life.
a hope for a new day.
And light for a darkened path.

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The Ducks Are Free

   Within my sight of ocean breeze
I see the curve of earth and sea
The little ducks as they walk about
A show of wings for a simple handout.
   White clouds pass, subtle and calm
Giving rest to the sun upon the kiddie pond
The sunlight twinkles as the children play
Together they're dancing within the waves.
   Here comes a duck with questioning eyes
A piece of bread or even some pie?
Bikinis and trunks play in the sand
Not one of them lovers, not one holding hands.
   This all seems distracted as in playful dispute
The beach is so quiet, maybe they're mute
The glare of the sun brings me back to my write
I see the seagulls attacking a kite.
   Although the beach I thought serene
This one corrects me of all I have seen
Only the ducks seem peaceful to know
Their questioning eyes and hunger side show.
   The people are sad or poor I bet
To come to this beach, in silence get wet
If this is the price of the beach for me
I'll come for the ducks, the ducks are free.

     September 14, 2008

Details | Concrete | |

Blue Fire

Blue Fire

I watch the fire before I slept,only thinking of you only wishing to be by you more.But I know life is to short to keep in the past tonight I shall watch the blue flames die and watch the sun rise tomorrow.As I think of my life as a new beginning and my last the old me dies.There is more to life then how I use to live,But as those flames die out I die as well to be reborn all over again so I can truly understand what it means to die and be reborn.This is and will be the day were we split,I do not want to remember any of the bad but all of the good and that is how it will be.Though you shall be in my heart I shall be moving on.For when the blue flames die away so will the old me So when the sun rises I will be born again.

Details | Free verse | |

Fear of Ladders

One time, when I was about
eight or nine, 
Poppa climbed up onto the roof.
He was fixing something
(I don't remember what)
but he called me up.
He wanted me to see 
the sunset
uninterrupted by the houses
and trees of the neighborhood.

It was my first time
up high
and as I ascended
my hands gripped tight
to the cold aluminum of the ladder
bare toes curled
like talons
around the rungs.
Safety was gone
as the ground was left behind;
I looked down
and saw the soft green grass
and earth waiting beneath
and shook.
My eyes moistened and I blinked
trying to quell my fear
but still, I shook.

My knees rattling together 
like tambourines
I held on tight but lost control,
my head spinning.
In my moment of panic
I leapt. 
Fear had driven me,
propelled me from my perch
because, in my dizziness
I thought the ladder was falling.

There I lay
my knees caked in dirt
and grass stains
from where I landed,
my legs hurting from
the impact of landing
(not a bit gracefully).
I sat up and stared
at the ladder, rising high above
and knew I would not try again.

To this day
I have not conquered my fear:

But another ladder calls
-a stepping stool-
to that larger world 
I cannot see
for my view from earth
is obstructed by houses and trees.

I pinch my eyes closed
and feel blindly
for that bottom step
of cold metal upon flinching skin
and climb.
I grip tightly to the handholds
allowing aluminum to cut
into my fleshy palms
for the scars will serve to remind
of fear conquered.
Step by step I rise
higher towards the blue heavens
knees knocking the whole way.
I keep my lids tightly shut
for then there is no illusion
of tipping ladders.
Don't jump! Don't jump!
No blind leaps of faith!
Rather, a blind step towards
an unobstructed sunset.
As I climb skyward, blindly
I feel my face begin to heat
from the rays of sun that peer
over the crest of the roof.
Is it safe? 
May I open my eyes?

With tender uncertainty
my lids lift
and my eyes are blessed with the sight
of a bird's eye view of unblocked
the sun bathed in 
rainbow hues
of tangerines and 
night influenced magentas.

My eyes behold
the setting sun
Apollo, receding below the horizon
as the night begins to cloak the world
in naught but dark and starry skies.

I have seen -at last-
the beautiful sun's descent.
I have conquered my ladder.

Details | I do not know? | |


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.

Details | Lyric | |

You Shall See the Dusk and Dawn- Part 3

Though these words are all true
I never knew how much they meant 
They’re the makings of my diary 
Which is compiling with my every whim
And I know the future seems grim 
When the sun descends the light goes dim 
Don’t you fret the moon will lend itself as a night light
But on some nights the sun will refuse to stay out of sight 
The moonlight is eclipsed and I seal my lips 
And the moon drips over the blackened star
Two crypts in an endless galactic battle
Opposites attract desperately trying to complete what the other might lack
Like the light of day and the black of night 
You see you must contrast if you hope to create a masterpiece 
Or at the very least a memory that will last
Life’s a struggle to surpass the work of the last great man
So my tongue rattles in its cage
My eyes gage the force 
My blood courses 
And my mind divorces the eyes that I use to see
Because they can’t quite see how the world is 
But only as the world should be
Again I flee into the mind that I find comfort 
In charring with the riggers of battle lines
Drawn out in some fine print
Making the eyes bend and squint 
I’m in less than mint condition 
This is less than efficient 
I’ve barely christened the issues that are on the line

And I paint some pictures withe the fixtures that dangle from my beautiful mind
So I might bind your thoughts 
You may even find some truth or maybe some excuse to go on
Maybe to find a new way to look at dusk and dawn
So maybe drag the old rusty beach chair onto the lawn 
See with new eyes what you already saw 
If you can’t find strength to walk 
Just muster up some strength just crawl 
If you should happen to fall get up and stand tall
And if your thoughts should turn to death
Don’t count your breaths take a rest
Just remember the times the air was stolen from your lungs
Our lives begun so small and the world so huge
But now our bones are fused and the isn’t as it use to be
You must realize that the earth is massive but your world is small
None of us can expect to understand it all
Again I find myself on the brink catastrophe
These words might mean a lot to you 
But let me reassure you they mean much more to me

Details | I do not know? | |


As I sit and watch the sun settle down,
I think of life in itself.
I think about the ups and downs,
I think about the better and the worse.
As I sit and watch the sun say its final goodbyes,
I think about the way things used to be.
I think about what it means to be me,
I think about why things happen the way they do.
As I sit and watch the sun disappear beyond the horizon,
I know what I want in life.
I want to be the me that I've always been,
I want to be the me that believes in God.
As I sit and watch the darkening sky,
I feel that I have faith.
I feel that life is renewed,
I feel like me.

Details | Narrative | |

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 | Couplet | |

The Sun Rise

The sun went to rest beyond the hills
and out came moon to enhance his skills
Holding his baby tight in his hands
stareing down others that enter their land
why did the sun leave and go yonder
where it's unloved I stand and ponder
I can barely see the other side
but this man dosen't run and hide
our fears some how make us stand strong
even though I know it shall lead to wrong
shadows approach and soon take face
not many could see how his heart raced
but I was so close I could have touched
his eyes were scared he shook so much
could his only love end every foe
he stood alone and this I do know
he was ready to go, ready to die
His fate was sealed before he was born
possesing the face of the truly scorn
I closed my eyes and then it happend
in one blink a session of cappin
I stood where I'd been to see it all
he was still standing, I knew he'd fall
blood flowed and it formed to my feet
a touch from a man fell by the heat
on the other side how many were dead
were their streets painted in the color red

When the sun rose it was red as warning
that the night had brought reason for mourning
every bullet fired did damage
nine men fired nine ended in madness

Details | Blank verse | |


I sit here remembering times that have gone by
toward the end and near the beginning
the musical notes of my life
faith and hope
the sustainers of my path
the cartakers and builders
the moon and sun my light
the stars my many dreams
each holding me together
as the world around me crumbles
falls to pieces on my floor
my broken heart
slowly mended
as time slipped me by
as faith and hope kept building
and the sun and moon still shine
the stars still go on glinting
waiting for me to realise
that it is now my time

Details | Lyric | |

When Shall The Sun Steal Back Time- Part 2

It’s always better to move on and not forget 
Why forget when you’ve been around so long
The future never shapes
It’s just some hope for the waste which is the past
I live in the moment and I’ve shown it what it means to be alive
It’s a nose dive
Another struggle that carries over into longs sighs
Plan if you want but nothing is carved into stone
Would you rather be in a group or walk alone
When you’re under the weather do you cry solitarily to feel a bit better
Does each tear shed carry away some hidden fear
Do you watch in the darkness as it nears a new beginning 
Crashing and cracking on impact
Although not intact it surely did grab your attention
Are you looking to turn you name into something unmentioned 

Well fear is something that’s sneaking through the halls of the mind
Seeking a crack in your pride 
Creaking over the loose floor boards
Rerouting some most important chords 
Kicking in some haunting sealed doors 
And I’m left pacing empty floors 
Lacing my fingers atop my head
My body glides into rocking as if some how led
Eyes are fixed on the clocking of time 
How can we give such an irrational time some reason or rhyme
Can’t help but wonder when the clock shall chime 
When will the sun reclaim the clocking of time
Can we forget about the pinching of each nickel and dime
I beckon, I welcome, I think that would be fine

All my perceptions are met with deception    
Drawn out with serrated lines
Unwind the razor wire
Erect the fences a bit hire 
If you desire 
The sun will cast my shadow 
Giving some anatomy to my ghostly figure
My words give birth to flippant thoughts 
I hope they don’t leave you distraught 
Simply I sought to make you see happiness 
Shall not be bought 
This is one of my daunting tasks 
And without reckoning it will be haunting me to the breaths of last

Details | Rhyme | |

Future of your Life

Wondering endlessly hopelessly unsure of the future,
looking hoping praying for nurture.

Wondering if your life will ever change
the optimistic you knows there is so much
more to gain.

So you sit and look at your life to see where
things have gone wrong and wonder what
will happen to me.

A cloud seems to cover no sun in sight it
seems to suck the hope right out of your life.

Just when there seems there's no end in sight
the cloud does break and the sun shines bright.

No more uncertainty all has gone the gift of life
comes out very strong.

Details | Free verse | |

Darling Darla

Take your crucifixes, Your holy water.
Immortal love of a vampire's daughter.
Silver stakes and a garlic deathtrap.
Like a Priest's slave and a fatal attack.
Your final need for Darla's blood.
Reaping with the gift of Life.
The sun finally sets,
You owe us the price of your regrets.
A destiny that slays,
A life where the demons do not stray far from your gaze.
But you'll never steal Darling Darla.
My words, Your weapons.
Your strength, My lessons.
Queen of Liars,
A king for hire.
Remember when you were baptized,
The day when Darla died?
Remember the graveyard in Transylvania,
The vampire's resurrection in her coffin?
Like an angel that is burning,
Caught between Heaven and Hell.
Damned to Earth with the burden of the Apocalypse's birth.
The sun finally sets,
You owe us the price of your regrets.
A destiny that slays,
A life where the demons do not stray far from your gaze.
But you'll never steal Darling Darla.
A stake through her beat-less heart,
The end of our new start.
Share her blood,
Drink her pain.
Your mother, Deadly Darla, finally shows her sorrow and you never again question what is sane.
Soaking wet in the Devil's Hellfire.
When the sun finally rises,
You owe her the price of a slayer's disguises.
A destiny of decay,
A life where humans are your pray.
But you'll always live with Darling Darla's blood.
The sun finally sets,
You owe us the price of your regrets.
A destiny that slays,
A life where the demons do not stray far from your gaze.
But you'll never steal Darling Darla.

Details | I do not know? | |

Love's, Kiss Of Lucidity

Dreams idyllic so weaved....

The sun yet to rise amid the still of an ancients early morn ~

With a train passing by upon this the first day in another falls arrival 

And, a little black cat befriended as of late inching nearer now

Hoping for a moment in kindness, a morsel of food, a stroke aneath warmth

Creation touching creation; lucidity; kisses of love....

Gazing into my beautiful Fathers eyes and all which becomes as light ~

Deep inside sidereals mirrored reflection that I find, heavens ever reaching

To caress these spirits and bless their heart; this heart

Searching for the key in this breath to be free ~ As a baby doe

Listens closely unto the hunters explaining just why it is that

They hunt to stock in craft to slay, their innocent precious loved ones?!

While off the little cat goes amid the great unknown yet known; always

Knowing; as the sun makes its way to greet the life of a new borne day

Anointing these eyes and spirits and hearts and souls so weaved ~

Ancient; that they may find as a dream this key within, a mirrors reflection....


....“Idyllic Creations Ever Reaching ~ `Loves, Kiss of Lucidity`” *

Details | Lyric | |

1871 MILES

As the sun comes up on another day
It falls through my blinds but i turn away
i'm not ready to leave this place im dreaming of

It's an overpass underneath a sky
There's no real traffic besides you and i
And that's the way that i'd like it to stay

All's soft and silent on the interstate
The warm moonlight fades on your face
It carries me through your eyes into some deeper place

In through your mind 
And to your heart
I'm loving all i've seen so far
You're everything i could ever need
On this long trip
On subsconscious
You'll keep lights shining as i go
All the way from here to Idaho

As the sun lays down for another night
I follow the lead and close my eyes
I'm ready for that place i've been dreaming of

I wont let this chance pass me by
To head to a place where it's you and I
And thats the place i'd like for us to stay

All's soft and silent on the interstate
The dry night air warms this place
It carries me through your breath into some deeper place

In through your lungs
And to your heart
I'm loving all i've seen so far
You're everything i could ever need
On this long trip
On subsconscious
You'll keep me smiling as i go
All the way from here to Idaho

It's a long trip
But its worth miles
and it is worth the pain
its takes to bring me to your face
Cant you see that 
Consciously and constantly i need you
yeah... consciously and constantly i need you
Oh can't you see, cant you see i love you

In through your mind 
And to your heart
I'm loving all i've seen so far
You're everything i could ever need
On this long trip
On subsconscious
You'll keep the lights shining as i go
All the way from here to Idaho

Details | Tetractys | |


blazing down
flooding the lands
encouraging the flora to burst forth
in vibrant colour sweetly scenting
stirring senses
and passions

Details | Ballade | |

Time For Lovers

Time is with us 
As our hearts unite and our souls become one
Time is right now 
As I reach for you and touch my palm against your brow
With my heart I do see all that I want us to be
And maybe love will come shining down on me

As the sun warms our eyes, and the snow cools our skin
Oh the soft gentle bend of the combined
Does blow my mind
There’s no more time 
Or the sticking, tricking shadows that crawl upon our face 
Erase, erase

Time is with me 
As I walk with you for all eternity
Time is still to come, 
As we journey far into what has just begun
With my heart I do know how much more we have to grow
And maybe our love is all we’ll have to show

As the sun warms our eyes, and the snow cools our skin
Oh the soft gentle bend of the combined
Does blow my mind
There’s no more time
Or the sticking, tricking shadows that crawl upon our face 
Erase, erase

Time does not conceive what you truly mean to me
Time can not feel
The warm intoxication that you give to me
As our bodies collide with the sea
Time will not last if we run too hard or too fast
Just hold my hand and you’ll be ok, and with me time will never come our way
We will escape the time 

Details | Rhyme | |

The breaking of the day

I see the breaking of the day,
The sun rising to come and stay
A new day to breathe the air
a new day to show you care
For all that the Lord has blessed us with.
The bowing trees, The cloudless sky,
All given to us, as a gift,
to accept and treasure through are day.
The Lord created it this way.
So, live your life and dont forget to smile,
The day can only last awhile. When its gone it isn't a promise it will return. Only if the Lord sees fit, to rise the sun for one more shine.
So, I will cease the day and make it mine.

Copyright Sarah Bowman 2012

Details | Light Poetry | |


On those days that you feel just crummy,
Its cause the weather looks so glummy,
The weather can affect your mood,
It can cause you to be all cranky and rude.

But when the sun comes out,
You will not pout,
You even might shout,
Because this is what your emotions are about,

When the sun shines it is so bright,
You will put down your fists and not want to fight,
It will cause you to unite,
And everything will be alright,

When there is a storm,
There will be a huge reform,
You will be terrible at the way you perform,
You attitude will be completely deformed,

The weather affects your mood,
Whether you are nice or rude,
When it sunny you are bright,
But when it is stormy you just wanna say, "Good Night"

Details | Villanelle | |


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

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

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

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

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

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

Details | I do not know? | |

Born To Be Myself

I want to be youthful and free,
Like the Gemini Sun and Moon conjunction person I am.
I was born, destined to be a soul reborn via New Moon phase.

I want to feel the right to be me,
Like a twelve-folding of all my natal astrology star signs.
I was born, destined to be another unique individuality.

I want to respect nature and animals,
Like the Taurus Sun and Moon conjunction soul I am.
I was born, destined to be an epileptic, Bohemian in spirit.

I want to hold steadfast in my faith,
Like a unifier of all religions; spiritualities; sciences.
I was born, destined to know how God lasts eternally.

I want to serve justice and liberation,
Like the Libra Sun and Moon conjunction spirit I am.
I was born, destined to be a true believer: even I’m an INTJ.

I want to embrace the world I’m born into,
Like holding a fondness for all countries.
I was born, destined to learn about the world as a whole.

I want to achieve my ideals and dreams,
Like holding a spirit of never giving up.
I was born, destined to realize not all is as seems -to me.

I want to know a lot about myself,
Like holding a candle in the darkness of unknowing everything.
I was born, destined to find out all of who I am in a life of mine.

I want to be myself in my own way,
Like a wise child wandering and silently learning things.
I am a soul reincarnated, born to be myself (who I am for now).

Details | Rhyme | |

Fun and Sun in 61

Was it better then, when I was a kid
Looking back at all the things we did
Did the sun shine brighter every day
Was it easier to find your way

Transistor radio by your ear
Roger Maris having a banner year
Delivering newspapers in a canvas bag
Running in the street, playing tag

Dances at the school on Friday night
Laws were written in black and white
They had moral standards on TV
And we blessed ourselves for all to see

We said Under God and crossed our heart
We couldn't wait for school to start
We played with a sponge ball and a fist
With Chubby Checker we did the twist

It was family values that we learned
A sense of pride in what we earned
We said a prayer when day was done
It was fun and sun in '61.

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

Details | I do not know? | |

Playing Catchup

Tide slurps wet kisses on weed slimed stone jetties
The wind slaps sandy fine grit into salt dried eyelids

And the sun shines on

Gulls scream challenge as clams dig spurtingly deeper
Shells roll and tumble wave dancing on flowing sand

And the sun shines on

A white line jet outruns its trailing breakdown
As a crab scuttles sideways into sheltered shade

And the sun shines on

And the waves have no end
Echoes of moon tugs on wind oceans 
Racing to catch and match 
The spin of gravitational fire

Details | Free verse | |

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.

Details | Verse | |

Morning Walk

The sun and I we rose from the bed of night
And walked abroad the damp grass and trees
Stretching with each step the line of delight
To edge the liquid tongue of murmuring seas.

A nightingale nuanced the day's orison to tell
My heart, the life in it reclaimed a songs worth
Scattering joy like wind rain of dew on the dell
Morning comes cackling the hens on damp earth

Away beyond the petal wight of skies, the first grief
Gliding on the stage my eyes applaud for desire
Ruby bosomed clouds arousing the russet leaf
Above me, heaven's passion set the world afire

The perfumes she wears, violets of mountains here
Palpable to my senses, it rains and rains desire
The sun and I are abroad walking the world's hair
Flung wet upon my skin, diluting his probing fire.

Details | Sonnet | |

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

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Killing Dawn of Love

Love is what I always hoped, and dreamed of being,
So sweet and gentle, yet, heart-bleeding,
Just like what you have done to me almost a year ago now, 
Seems  like a century since we hated each other; since we gave the vow...
To never speak again.

But new life, like that of love, will arise soon.
Jumping off the highest building ever will be nothing after a new moon.
All that jealousy will soon be gone,
And then love will get its morning dawn.

When everything is right,
Perfect dew, the sun not yet too bright.
And love will have its moment to come out,
But soon, the one o’clock sun will burn it without a doubt.

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A Life Without Love

A Sunset without a sun is no sunset at all. 
A life without love is no life at all. 
A rainbow without colors is no rainbow at all. 
And heart without feelings is no human at all. 

All these things need something to be, 
Either a sun or a person or a crayon, 
If only to create what nature said was meant to be. 

A sunset makes us feel as though the world has been born again. 
A life with love lets us know it's worth to let someone in. 
A rainbow with colors thats a moment frozen in time, to be grateful for all that is 
beautiful and feel all the glory inside. 
A heart that has feelings, well that would be me. 
For I love just the thought of you and hope you feel the same for me. 

Life without our love, is an emptiness I'm not sure I wish to face. 
Because I know that time will never be able to erase. 
I wish our love was as simple as a sunset, ready to be born again. 
But I know in truth love only comes from within. 
So I'll keep watching for my sunset, and looking for that rainbow to shine 
Then one day maybe our love will find its way again. 

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In the soothing orange light of the setting sun
She sits there waiting on its disappearance
Her body melts into the creaking swing 
While her feet play into the delicate grass
Her heart is heavy in her chest
Like the truth of a hidden lie
She eases deeper into the swing 
Accepting the burden scorching inside
She believes this is the last day of its kind
Days to come will flow with less magic and happiness
She stares at the sun deeply, wondering if when it returns
Will it have changed like everything else
No longer will she be a bright persuasion
The disbelievers have stolen her light
The battle was agonizing
And in the world where good never wins over evil
She was defeated
The sun suffocates beneath the horizon
While her heart beats to never cease
In the cool darkness of the night
Tears begin to fall unseen
But no one will care

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god's blessings

we think of the sky as god's masterpiece.
 he made the sky and the sun.he made the clouds evolve
 around the world.
 gave us so many blessings in our lives.
 he painted us a picture,it was a master piece
 it was a work of art.
 he shown us beauty and the beauty of life and life its self.
 he shown us,amything is possible.
 you think of those cloudy days,we wonder where the sunny 
 sky is,we search and search.
 we wonder if the sun will ever rotate back on our side of the earth.
 everytime we the sky we think of the miracles our dear heavenly father
 gave us.
 but no matter what the sun will always shine above from us.
 giving us one miracle after another.
 open up your heart to the light and feel the sun?and smile to the cloudly
and open up to god..and say thank the lord amen

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Catching Your Tears

It rained today
Shadows appeared later 
Waiting behind the sun
Clouds were fuzzy and fun
You were standing there, and I
Was waiting to catch your tears
When the shadows moved
The sun said hello
Bright as can be
Just a little yellow was beaming
As it illuminated the sky
It rained today and you had misty eyes
Life had you by the collar
By all your hopes and dreams
Your blogs and words of scholar
Still heaviness raced in your mind
Too much thinking and not enough time
For you...I was waiting to catch your tears
Memories of loved ones and fears
Life lessons of love yous 
That changed you forever
Made you think about the what ifs
The shouldas wouldas and couldas
If I had this and that
Baby your wearing too many hats
What about us what about our skies of blue and teal
Muted ambers and bright golden years
Of loving and not leaving when all seemed thin
Life does have meaning 
Its not just supposed to end
I..I'm still here catching your tears
When you have no mountains to climb
Spent your last dime
I'm still here waiting in line for a chance to
Help you change the world
See things in colors never explored
Tell stories with characters like us
Loves likes and you and never making a fuss
Reasons unknowned why we do what we do
Questions you ask never crazy come from truths
Cause when it rains again and the sun is hiding you
I will be there always to 
Catch your tears whether it rains
I will catch your tears...

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                        .I Have Seen The Sun. 
                   .It Shines Upon My Face Like.
            .What Is It That You Call It? Sweetness.
             .To Lips. The Word Is Honest And Kind.
              .I Am Unfamilliar With It, But I Know.
              .I Know The Feeling Inside My Heart.
                 .When The Sun Shines Upon Me.
                    .It Is A Gentleness, A Soft.
                                   .I Do. 
                              .The Sun.
                             .It Kisses.
                               .Me With.
                                .Life And.
                                .I Know Now. 
                           .The Sun Meets Me. 
                    .Each Morning, With Each Dawn.
                .The Thought Which I Sought To Find.
           .To Explain What I Know In The Core Of Myself.
       .When I Open Up My Petals To The Warmness It Gives.
.And I Say Hello; I Know That It Gives To Me, The Simplist Of Love.

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ive been here before
...i cant remember the name
the faces and times and places
in which i do now reside

but once before i know 
...i have been here long ago
when time was new and the old
seemed light years away 

not one finger can put place
but the name is on the tip of my tounge
who are all of you? who was i among?
was it you...or me....

slowly coming to mind
is a fire
destroying all the past
and soon the future with it

screams of the misinderstood
echo in my mind to the day
day after day i hear my name
behind my sholder but nobody is there...

soon silence fell
along with the ashes of what was
and eventually what became to be


...that once long ago
seemed so fresh in the mind
all the details shined 
like the gleam of the very blaze

i know why i dont know
because i dont want to

the sun shined so bright
...on the day it rained the hardest
and no matter of pleading
could bring back the sun was lost forever

coming back to what i used to know
wishing what i couldve done
but nothing could i change
and the sun never rose again...

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the sun is shadowed overhead
as i walk this long path forward

the trees, twisted with thorns
the leaves black
and i look back
at Nothing

my shadow
walks its own path
falling away on either side of my

a single glance of light
is hardly in sight

the only form of something 
is a black crow 
which becomes my new shadow

for the sun is shadowed overhead
as i walk this long path forward

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                      A sun ray that brightens a day
                      And makes us want it to stay
                      The warmth fills us in ways
                      That make us happy anyway
                      The sun ray makes my day
                      And can keep coming my way
                      It's like a siloutte of orange
                      That makes me feel reborn
                      It's a wonderful thing
                      That makes me sing
                      With each days sun ray

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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To my mother

When I was youthfull…young
I had peers that are wayward…wrong
but her wealthy words made me steady… strong
Now I’m old… not tempted by the tales of throng

My mom told me to stay and never sway
Even if I am worldly, weary … wicked way;
In the sun and rain…naughty night or darling day
She taught me to know the time to play and pray

She has taught me never to fear or frown
Even if the scorching sun makes me dry… down
In the ocean of life, I feel I am going to drown
But I come out as pure gold…the talk of the town

My mother, my tender home when I was fragile
Thy balm and boobs blessed me till I was agile
You gave everything you’ve got…going the extra mile
Now I live a life that’s worthwhile…I sail and smile

When I was youthfull…young
I had peers that are wayward…wrong
but her wealthy words made me steady… strong
Now I’m old… not tempted by the tales of throng

My mom told me to stay and never sway
Even if I am worldly, weary … wicked way;
In the sun and rain…naughty night or darling day
She taught me to know the time to play and pray

She has taught me never to fear or frown
Even if the scorching sun makes me dry… down
In the ocean of life, I feel I am going to drown
But I come out as pure gold…the talk of the town

My mother, my tender home when I was fragile
Thy balm and boobs blessed me till I was agile
You gave everything you’ve got…going the extra mile
Now I live a life that’s worthwhile…I sail and smile

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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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Last Dayz

Wha could i say livin i these last in dayz,
I feel like i seen it all i'm no longer amaze ,
This situations tragic, 
Magic Johnson  must of knew magic,
Cause he ain't got  A.I.D.S
And i know he had it, 
And the cghick that passed it still takes a tablet,
So know i walk lke this is my last day on the planet,
 I write like these are  my last words,
The last of What i draw for the Cameras,
Now you can se mind,
The more i write the more bright,
The more you listen,
The closer the closer you getting,
 To words that you say in the wind,
Feel them  like sun rays on you skin,
Yoou mind as well bask in it,
 This might be the last of it,
Cause the sun's done,
The went out with the trash,,
thatsa how it is for living in famine
The sun aint shinning, 
There water fallng out sky,
Oh no thats water in my Eye, 
Im crying, trying to stop they  ^ss from dying, 
Save they ^ss from frying, 
I told em keep putting that work in,
Never stop trying,
Even though somtimes you feel like breaking downand crying,
Just like an orphan thanking G o d they wasnt aborted keep walking

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Imagine, for a moment, that you have 3 roses. All the same color, all the same size and shape. All of them clones of each other. You bought these flowers as seeds, and are growing them on your windowsill. Now imagine, that each of these flowers were people. One of your flowers is first world people, another is second world, and the last flower is third world people. You grow these flowers, giving them water and sunshine, soil and love. If we raise our flowers equally, than why do we not raise our people equally? Why do we put our first flower in a big pot, while putting the third flower in a cup? Why do we put the first flower in the sun with excessive water, when the third is in the shadows getting no water? Why do we do this when we could simply put all the flowers in pots, out in the sun with equal water? Why do we treat the flowers differently when they are all the same? Why give some less love than others? Why be so mean? Why so cruel to these people? We are all alike. All needing the same amount of love. So why give some less? Now imagine. Imagine we treat our flowers the same. Give them equal love. Imagine all the starving and dieing, gone. Imagine we were to all treat our flowers the same. Does that sound so hard? Imagine fixing your drooping flower. Turning its brown leaves green. Making a difference. Imagine if everyone took a step in the right direction, if we combine the steps, imagine all the flowers that would be healed. Imagine.

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Send Me A Shout Out

Send me a shout out
Through the window

While the sun rain
Down and my mind

Upon the wind the
Embers rise..

Filling my heart with
A song much like the
Soul serenade by King
Curtis Blue..

Just sip thy nectar of
The remnants of life..

While the sun rain
Down and my mind

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My Light

Once again
Here I lay
A state of loneliness
Shadows stay

How can one be so loved
Yet felt to be at arms distance
Then when tries to reach out
Feels nothing but strain and resistance

Can’t anyone see this heart I have
The feelings I long to share
Holding them all in 
Just doesn’t seem quite fair

I try to stay calm
I take the time and try to see
But at the end of each day
There only lies me

But the sun will come up
Tomorrow we’ll be fine
Throughout the day
Until the sun no longer shines

I can’t help but this be the way that I feel
Embedded deep in my heart
Are just meaningful feelings
That tonight, from them, I can’t depart

All I want is for the moon to be a little closer
The stars to be near
If not so far away
Night wouldn’t be my worst fear

But the further they go
The smaller I feel
And the reality of it all unfolds
And the pain is very real

I close my eyes
Lying to my right an empty hole
And so far away once more
Waiting for the sunlight to reveal my soul

The rain starts to fall
Pounding on the window’s face
As if the clouds are crying tears
As if were landing softly on a pillowcase

But through the storm
Though battered and torn
A night sky clears
Though heavy and worn

But the stars still sparkle
The moon will still shine
Until the break of day
And my light is once again mine

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Tomarrow Is a New Day

the sun smiles into my bedroom
The shadows kiss the room goodbye

tomorrow the moon and sun will
a new day dawns on those who need it the stars make the tears on my faceglitter in the surrounding darkness

All sound is shallowed and or shut out 
no more screming,stop the shouts tomarrow will bring happiness

while the pain and sadness drifts away brother always said dont try to fight the night because tomarrow is a new day

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Fist of Determination

Don’t you get in my way!
And don’t you dare try to stop me now…
Because if you do, I shall warn you
That you’ll be falling right before me…

As the sun rises, I am ready to fight
I feel this energy within me begin to escalate
And manifest itself into a spirit! This is great!
These fists of mine will tackles anything and crush
All those who get in my way!

Don’t you get in my way!
And don’t you dare try to stop me now!
Because if you do, I shall warn you
That you’ll be falling right before me!

As the moon continues to rise through the night
This spirit within me beckons to try out
These fists of mine right now! I feel it!
It is guiding me down a path that I
Must see to the very end!

Don’t you get in my way!
And don’t you dare try to stop me now!
Because if you do, I shall warn you
That you’ll be falling right before me!

As the sun rises…
As the moon rises…
These fists of mine will tackle anything and crush
All those who get in my way!

Don’t you get in my way!
And don’t you dare try to stop me now!
Because if you do, I shall warn you
That you’ll be falling right before me!

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This morning when the sun began
With no joy to see
Only the shaking of the tree 
I began to time the coming of your words
The glee of error redeemed
And love restored again in right self esteem.
Expectant ... the bloom of day 
In the fusing of our flesh
 Like light and morning glory
 And the mountain was far away, and its ice
 Summit dripped drop by drop
 With seconds that does not suffice
 To count the lengthening brevity of day.
 The wind came and suddenly stop
 There was no footsteps after it
 Only its silence like a torn blanket around my heart
 The sun slivers away so the moon will come
 All that is left of the ice today
 I am such a little drop jn a swollen bulge of sky
 Such a clamor of the heart for things melting
 I have no more expectation of the sun
 And the moon is such a little drip of hope
 Cold and shivering ... the last dew hangs
 Waiting .... waiting
 Precariously like a heart in love
 And to think this moment
 My life depends on this
 How hard will the wind blow
 I hang for dear life at the tip
 Of a leaf shivering under the moon

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The Wind whispers to Me

                   The Wind Whispers to Me

The wind whispers to me of days gone by
The birds start to sing so I think I can fly
I seem to break free from my life of the past
The things that surround me the molds I have cast.

The sun starts to shine to bring life to the day
The view from this vantage is much different today
The pain is still there but there's so much more
It takes a back seat as my spirit starts to soar.

I think of the things that I once held so dear
They don't seem to matter whenever you are near
The brook trickles by on its way to the sea
Reminds me of my journeys now I'm able to see.

It stumbles over stones but remains on course
It may change its path yet never its source
The day starts to linger as it starts to get warm
The voices in my head are starting to smarm.

I see all these things that are external to me
They all seem to play a part in whom I will be
The sun goes down and I feel quite content
I see myself inside all the intentions I've sent.

The moon and the stars remind me of my home
I feel so much hope yet I'm still standing alone
The light and the darkness are not like before
The demons that haunted me just walked out the door.

The sun returns introducing the light
The Blindness is gone replaced with sight
Once where I thought this may be the end
I seem to find peace in help from my friends.

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Young Love

June 17, 2006
How sweet, how serene,
Delicate inside a core,
A flower I have bore.
Such a magnificent scene!
Blossoms in bloom are what you bring.
I couldn’t ask of you for much more,
I even find you shining on the Seashore.
You make my heart dance and sing!
The Sun shines down on me,
And the Moon leads my way.
The Stars shine and I can see,
A beautiful Sun shiny day!
You come from somewhere up above,
Tender in my heart is a Young Love!
® Registered: Ann Rich   2006

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It's a Sight

You have to really see it 
then you'll truly believe 
there before your very eyes 
it's hidden up your sleeve 

Of course I'm only joking 
that's not where it is 
just look over the horizon 
no this is not a quiz 

Look ahead have a good look 
see that big yellow thing 
it's round and so very clear 
think what thoughts it does bring 

Sunshine everywhere all around 
you've never seen such light 
wherever you turn it's there 
what a spectacle what a sight 

Yes there is such beauty 
as the sunset does rise 
your eyes are sparkling 
seeing this nature's prize

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Hear the rock cry out to the ocean
Watch the ocean cry out to the moon
Sense the moon crying out to the sun 
 Feel the sun as it cries out to the lily~
Manifested beauty cries out from the earth
“Let our reflection be seen and our song be heard throughout the universe
As we manifest our beauty back to Creator”
What say you oh son of man?
Shall you keep silent in the shadows while all of creation manifests its beauty?
Where is the beauty given you?
Have you lost it, or just masked it with falsities?
Futilities that waste untapped potential in your beauty;
Awake oh daughter!  Arise dear son! 
Manifest your beauty and radiate your light given you
Before it is too late and regret sets in for the death of your soul~
Arise dear ones and manifest the beauty given you

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You are My Everything

The Sun and all its beauty
is just a distant star,
next to you.

The world and all its lands
is just dry dirt
next to you.

The setting sun over the sea
Wanes painfully
In your presence.

The spoken words of love
Fall on deaf ears
If not your voice.

I say, my love,
you are the beacon that guides me.
You are a Louvre exhibit in flesh.
You are an angel as well.
You are my everything.

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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

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Reality in the Windows

Shadows blend, a reflextion of a window in the same.
What is real?
Which way shall I walk to gaze?
The window being shut up tight there is no breeze.
Stillness, thought, oh where will I go?
Where will I be?  Where?

If my choice be ill can go back?
Can I return to the place I was,and deside again?
Can I then go the right way?
Or will the abyss swallow me and will I sufficate in its image?

Will I only be a shadow also,
or maybe a reflextion to confuse? 
Or will I remain real in its fakeness?

Wait time the true way may be exposed. 
For shadows move and reflections change,
directed by the sun.
But truth will remain as it is.

Seady... hurry not... when observing the truth you will know where to trun.
You can open the real window and take a deep living breath,
and gaze at the wonders to dream.
You will know where you are and make your dreams real.
Wait...observe.. .know the sun and who controls the sun will not let you down.

Alas, relentless, your turn fails you. 
You avoid the truth.
Is it possible you don't care to breathe?
Is it not wishing to gaze?
Is longing to feel what is'nt really your goal?
Or do you dare to explore? 
Anticipating a new place excites.
Not knowing if you can ever trurn back.

Brave... ingnorant... stupid...cowardly...young...old...addicted...
What can it be? 
Who can say what it is?
Surely safety is far.

Is becoming a reflection, a shadow, a new relm, what you need?
For your turn may set you in a place you don't belong.
For your own shadow and your own reflection,
will be the other way, the opposite.
And  the relm will melt  into reality.
Into the window of the true gaze.
The one with an occassional breeze when open.

Can you go there now?
I don't know, you can try if you lke?
But maybe being real is not your desire.
Oh but you may take the wrong turn again.

Move slowly please.
Hence the glass you charge may crash down
and devour your rebellious spirt .

You see and hear no more.
You feel no breeze.

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how i felt before my mom got well

I have not seen my mother in a while.
I have these dreams where she comes back.
when she comes back it feels as if I'm in a fairy tale.
It's like there can be no wrong.
It's as if God made us perfect.
All I lost I found.
The sun rose over the empty sky and made where there was a forever lasting 
cold night a warm bright day.
An emotional nuclear bomb wiped out all hate. Breaking down the barriers of 
insecurity to bring out the harbored bitterness stored deep inside releasing all 
feelings, and there was nothing but understanding and love left.
All this happened the day she came back.
Then i woke from my dream to my nightmare, and I realized what i felt was like a 
fairy tale was just that a tale. 
When I woke: I could find no right, but wrong was all around.
When I woke: I was no longer in Gods world of perfection, yet I found myself in 
the devils world of corruption.
When I woke: There was no sun to bring day just cold darkness in the sky of the 
everlasting night.
When I woke: There were many unspoken words, bottled up feelings, and 
bitterness stored deep in the middle of my soul.
Even when I was awake she came back, but she didn’t stay and every time i 
waited for her when she left.
When she did come back i pleaded with her to take care of my brother and sister. 
I let her know we needed her guidance, wisdom, love, and compassion.
I weep every time she leaves, but it seems she shows no sympathy toward these 
needs or me because she yet keeps leaving.
I get angry so angry I feel my mother is some what of a black widow, but the 
sorrow she caused me and my sister and brother. I would sometimes call her 
Queen of Black Widows.
She earns this title by loving and caring for you where you can’t live without her. 
When I sleep i have dreams about her. Then she leaves and you can’t stop 
thinking about her. It overwhelms me so much I can’t breathe without her. It feels 
as if you die inside slowly leaving nothing but sorrow so all I can do is cry. 
I would go on but there’s nothing else to tell , so i wait till she comes back if she 
has not died i hope she took my advice and gave her life to god so she wont go 
to hell.
This is how I felt before my mom got well.

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Before the Sun

Before the Sun rises, I feel the cool breezes of night
They wrap around me in clean fashion of frills
Cold and moving in twirling soft balls
They roll down in loose bundles from the dark hills

Before the Sun rises, I hear the sweet melodies of the birds
In the dark I can only sense in their direction
They sing in echoes that ride the breezes of night
The chords loom in flows of perfection

Before the Sun rises, I see the edges of the day 
In the sky behind the horizon they creep
Slowly bringing light to the lands where I stand
Such a moment of luminescent brilliance to keep

Before the Sun rises, I smell the sweetness of the damp grasses
Heavy with dew and little cobwebs dripping wet
The country scent dances around my nose tip-toeing
A moistened comfort I feel and I connect

Before the Sun rises, and shines the day on me and reveals
I can eaves drop on Life and be a part
Life doesn’t run away from me just before the Sun rises
Being there, right there brings peace to my heart

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The sun sets and rises all over the world
African mornings
Are gold

The waves roll along the shores
The moon’s pull on them is constant

There are new beginnings as well as tragic endings 
The gentle lull of the boat is ever so soothing, and set sail far from the westward 
My journey to the warm radiant sun is just beginning

Insignificant specks 
Are something
And yet at the same time nothing
I marvel in it
The outward reach of possibilities.
The universe does not unfold her mysteries 

Passion and Disgust
Hideously coexist
And yet this
Is a constant reminder
That life is beautiful.
Alone for the very first time, but still surrounded.
There is love and hate
Love yourself
Revel in your beauty, and loving life itself.
Revel in your life, because you’ve just got one chance to do it.
Revel in hope, because your lost without it.
Revel in finding yourself, and your life will never really finish.

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The sun-sparkle of this summer has gone
It leaves a bad taste in my mouth

That hot, heady heat seeping through the cracked pavement
Seemed to create the chaos and din

But only the dark mist of winter is left
And somehow it doesn’t seem quite right.

How did I loose my mind you ask?
A different city, a different beat

As the sun shone on that splintered pavement
My heart pushed my head out the way.

Now I am back in the familiar I have to ask who I was
I’m not sure you know, but I hope I never come back.

For now, as the ache of the cold winter sets in
And I am back in that familiar face,

I can only assume the sun was to blame
In that warm, unfamiliar place.

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Treasure Hunt

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

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

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

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

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

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

®Registered: Ann Rich 2006

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Always there reminding me
Your memory keeps finding me
Running seems to be the only way
Where I can learn to forget
But I really haven't started yet
Just try to make it through another day
Time's no longer an ally of mine
Storms won't stop and the sun won't shine
Guess I'm paying for all the things I've done
Spent my whole life running free
You just kept forgiving me
Someday I know my battles will be won.
I have no intention of slowing down
Keep on moving from town to town
There's always something new lying up ahead
Caught up in the pouring rain
Kind of cold but it kills the pain
Never listened to what anybody said.
A new day's dawning and I'm on the run
I'll be somewhere else when the day is done
Guess I'll be alone my whole life through
Close my eyes and I can see
A better world surrounding me
Where the sun does shine and only the sky is blue.

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That's That!

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

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

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Love's A Gamble

The sun will rise,
The sun will set.
Love's a gamble,
So place your bet.

You can have a pair.
You can have three of a kind.
If you play the game too long,
You can loose your mind.

There can be two hearts,
There can be an ace.
You can win,
If they are in the right place.

The sun will rise,
The sun will set.
Love's a gamble,

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Wounded Aphrodite

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

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the song i sang when you left

How I love to hove you forever nigh
Oh sun that brighten my path each day
The star that decorates my dark sky at night
That I may have you all day I seldom pray.

Your footprint on the path of my life
Are golden landmarks that can never be replaced
Your blueprints on the tables of my heart 
Are engraved with and can never be erased. 

Your arms that hold me in the days of grave difficulty
Left an obvious mark of hope on my wrist like a watch
 Your words that found me while lost in the city of adversity
Still lighters my path until I found my feet on the topnotch.

On the sun that smiles from the west in the morning
The moon that comforts me when shadows walk after me
Night and day sunshine and you rain you are always a darling 
Oh, that I may have you forever beside me.

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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:


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
the good Lord still knows my name

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

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Broken Wings

"Broken wings", with them you can't fly!
You flail about, but still, you can't ever reach the sky.

Wearily you seek for some refuge where you can go.
Moving cautiously away from others so that they  would never know.

"Broken wings", with them you can't fly!
And as time goes on, your're not able to peer out even to see the sky.

Longing for a time when you could soar with each wind anew.
That was when you could glide through the sun and a sky so blue.

"Broken wings", with them you can't fly!
But hope begins with a stretch of the wings and desire to reach the sky.

Wearily you seek for some refuge where you can go.
Moving cautiously towards others so that some may know.

"Broken wings", with them you can't fly!
But healing means trusting, and knowing that you will again see the sky.

Longing for a time when you can soar each wind anew.
Taking time to mend so that you will glide through the sun and a sky so blue.

"Broken wings", with them you can't fly!
But never to stretch your wings, means never to see the sky.

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How Beautiful is the Sun

The warmth of the sun as it shines upon my face not only makes my face glow, 
but it also helps my gloomy heart to radiate a soft aura.
How intense and powerful this star we call the sun.
As it slowly seeps up over the horizon from the East, it already begins its 
marvelous shimmer. 	The radiant reds, fiery oranges, and even a touch of 
yellow- for good measure. 
Once it is risen from the horizon level it is so majestic, 
How it mirrors over the ocean and along the beach. It continues to rise overhead, 
while we scurry about our day and hectic lives. 
We take its energy and light for granted not even thinking twice about if it were not 
Yes I believe sunrises are so special, but have you seen the brilliance of colors 
in the sky when it is time for the sun to set.
They say if the sun is setting over the water you can hear it hiss.
As for me I would like to think it is true.
Some of the most beautiful sunsets occur over the water with pretty shades of 
pinks, peach, and not to mention those purple colors. The way the colored 
clouds seem to signal the end of another glorious day of light from our intense 
star, the sun.

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Reflexive Daydream

We slowly sailed across the placid, blue surface. The profound silence was erupting from
all around. Across the lake, I saw a pair of birds flutter from treetops into the deep
blue lake above us. The Sun was a cherry yellow and everything I laid eyes on was alive in
its reflective radiance. Our boat made the tiniest whisper as it moved over the water. My
nostrils were filled with the intoxicating smell from my lover as we drifted ceaselessly
onward over the calm water. 

But suddenly, clouds exploded above. The Sun disappeared behind the darkness of the storm
cloud. An acrid wind began to blow harshly:  the trees began to bow. Our hair was whipped
about us. The chaos replaced serenity lightning created blinding cracks amongst the black
sky. The once smooth surface of the lake became turbulent with waves that threw our
helpless boat about. I closed my eyes and gave in.

The storm stopped. I opened my clenched eyelids. There before me sat an empty half of my
boat. Not one memento of my love remained. As I drifted onward, soaked and somber, slowly
the boat cried out the only evidence of what took place. The sky seemed paler and the sun
no longer cheery, Now unforgiving and hot. My eyes stung and the trees were pastel. The
water below me was hated and unforgiven. Slowly, beside the boat, my love's beautiful body
began to cry and my apologies fell upon her un-hearing ears. I had learned my lesson. I
begged for a second chance.

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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

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while the sun shines


To your smiles add a pinch
Of pleasure from the inside
Steer your eyes not to decide
On others wealth or social niche
Bloom like a flower before them
Just don’t invite nasty bugs 
To rip you apart or to your beauty cause mayhem
Give them nothing more than pecks and Hugs
Wine and dine at their high tables
Remembering those who had none
And your priviledge to feed from their rich stables
Balance the equation and have fun
Enjoy their culture but cherish not
Their crazy tradition before it gets into your head
Put your background and pedigree infront
Of your steps, fear not your past but spread
The joy in the hardship you have endure
Honour your pride if they reject it
Admire your beauty if it is not adore
By those, whose hyprocracy disclose their deceit 
Display your teeth while you laugh
Expose your agony in your cries
Pretend not or cut yourself into half
Happy or sad, be yourself before all eyes
Push on if fate becomes a stubborn obstacle 
Which keeps you off balance and confuse
Expecting the sun to shine and a miracle
On the other side, make your worries diffuse
Tell the world that you are much stronger
Not afraid of life’s booby traps and mines
Show them that the muscle on your arm can last longer
Before nightfall, walk in the light, while the sun shine   

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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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The Good Life

He designed all of us for the good life.
It is up to us to choose it.
He wants all of us to be happy,
Whether our hair is naturally straight or nappy.
Yes, certain circumstances may have given,
Faces of other races a head start,
But no matter how you look, 
The world shook, as a result,
Of God’s only begotten son’s death,
On the cross, the moon dripped in blood,
The sun refused to shine, 
So that we can all no matter how we look,
Will live the good life that is divine.
He gave all of us a unique design,
And homework on this planet that you
Were only assigned. The only way 
That you can live the good life 
Is to know that by His stripes 
You are healed and to leave 
All of the heartache, pain, and strife
At the cross but only until you
Do that you will forever be lost
The good life is promised to everyone
Who lives under the sun because,
God’s gift to us was the death, burial,
And resurrection of His only begotten son.

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Wounded Aphrodite

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

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The Garden Ceremony

Early evening, 
the sun descended slowly 
capturing the beauty of the surroundings.
Walking on,
the crowd gathered further down
for celebration of the love, the ceremony.
She was radiant,
compared to the flowers about,
she was a rose in a field of lilies and daphodils.
She smiled,
generating her own sunlight,
casting her beauty for the crowd to witness.
He waited.
With a joyful anticipation
He welcomed this beauty with a smile.

They turned,
together, facing each other
and facing the love of new tomorrows.
The sun descended,
but remained in the sky for them
casting new shadows of love on every tomorrow.

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Morning Vision's Sound

When dawn arrives, as the day’s sun ascends
The blackened sky reveals new colors; bright
The passing of the moon, surreal event
A beautiful scene; the sun offers light 

My eyes, they squint now seeing the new sun
As the fire burns on ascent in the east
The sight, the beauty of the horizon
Allows the want in my eyes, a true feast

My heart, it skips joyfully in response
It beats a sounding percussion of dream
As I make my way to become ensconced
As the voice in my soul lets out its scream

A true rejuvenation of spirit
As I am the only one to hear it

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Fears Height

Morning sun beats through a car window
A dreadful scream pierces flat silence
Penetrates my core  with its violence
Wanton provocation sits in limbo 

The wholesome effects of a victims fears
Alarming concern ravished my being
Couldn’t believe what I stood seeing
Insidiously justified as horror leers 

A reckless behavior takes control
His figure lurking in the bushes 
Victim sees a chance and pushes
Ravenous scum of misery and dole

She runs to the side of my backyard
Terrified as she flails and screams
He follows the fence under the beams
Swinging with vengeance, she strikes him hard 

She found a shovel against my home
Knowing the rapist needed to die
Seeming renewed, she looked to the sky
Reaping his death as the sun still shone


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The Middle of Nowhere

The clouds overhead linger and the wind blows through my hair,
I constantly wonder how can I be amazed in such a place that is in the middle of 

I love the smell of the newly cut grass and I love the sight of the sun rising,
Watching the sun rise in the morning can be hypnotizing.

The golden yellow in the sky shines down on my face,
Taking me to an exotic place filled with life in all it's grace.

I close my eyes and listen out but I don't hear a single sound,
The wind blowing against me makes me feel as if I am 100 feet off the ground.

Soaring through the air like an eagle or a plane, 
Looking down at all the animals and my horses with flowing manes.

I open my eyes to see that I am still a country girl,
A country girl living in a country girl's world.

The end of the day is drawing near and the sun is about to set,
But just because the sun sets doesn't mean the day is over yet.

So I go inside and look out my window and stare at the moon up in the sky, 
The stars shining around the moon sparkles in my eyes.

A light rain starts to fall and began to tap against my window,
I climbed into my bed and became comfortable with my quilt and pillow.

Oh' how I love this place, this wonderful place
The place where my life goes on,
The place in the middle of nowhere the place that I call home.

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                                        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				

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Nature's Comfort

I hear the wind whistling through the whipping willow.
I feel the softness of a flower petal caressing between my fingers as I walk down 
the path.
I see the sun with its shining rays falling down on my skin.
I stop and I see a figure in a distance.
So tall, so still, staring back at me.
I begin to run as it stands still.
No longer feeling the flowers No longer hearing the wind, or feeling the sun on 
my skin.
And I realize that whatever was there is there no more.
And I begin to weep under the willow tree.
I hold a flower so close to my heart feeling the soft petals soothe me.
And I no longer feel the sun but the darkness that has come over me.

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a gift , a curse

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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Life's not full of love, it's full of hate

Standing on the lowest point on the earth
With burning heart giving me sensation of hearth
On such a cold dark night 
Without a vision of an angel upon my sight

I wonder by here all alone each and every day
Without my heart, my life, passing through my way
Oh my sun has left me never to rise 
Leaving me helpless, my life’s a despise

But my love, you are worth all the while 
The whole world stops with your single smile
I’m just a admirer nothing more than that 
My life’s a cold floor now, you were my mat

By those sweetly spoken words form your lip
My heart runs, your words are always there to keep
Worse than me, my heart’s the one who’s hurt so much
I miss your smile, your voice your silent touch

Every time I dream I miss you
Feels like holding you picture and kiss you
Years have gone but you I haven’t forgotten
Guess how hard it’s to live without a sun 

Ask me the pain of that, it’s been ages
That’s the only reason I’m filling blank pages
Rejoice in life is not for me
Pain in heart, happy for others to see

Like the candle burning beside me, my heart burns
Through these veins of mine, your vision runs
It’s so hard to hold the tears filled in the eyes
To search for the sun at night in the skies

To be in dark room full of fears
With songs of depression into my years
It’s so easy to be a girl, loved by all 
Unlike boys, never happy in life, always to crawl

Surrounded by the world I’m just a pawn
Without you in my head form dusk to dawn
For as your love I’m out of tear I can’t cry
I’m so young now for me to die

But to die for you, you are really worth it
Still I’m alive, for us to meet
Its not that I can’t die for thee 
I can’t live without you in front of me to see 

How can I even think of dying?
I’d rather be happy like this, always crying
I’ll wait for you till I make sea of tears
I’ll really wait even if it will take thousand of years

You are really beautiful and always jolly
My dear I’m ugly and always melancholy 
You my love, your life’s always a bloom
But my life, oh poor me always a gloom

Without a single picture of you, I wait
Without my heart by my side, my life still a gait
A sad feeling inside my heart, always to born 
Life full of pain sorrow and frisson

Sitting on my bed, this precious time I kill
The empty blank pages on copy is what I fill
Life’s what you decide, not of your fate
Life's not full of love it's full of hate

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Rose of Thorns

Bound by love, your prisoner, distraught and lonely, I wait for you. My present 
being, yearning for us, tortured, time stands still as our acquaintance subdue. At 
the beach, nigh to the dunes, was our Eden, where you, my flower bloomed.

You were the pain, my last chance-dire. From my whole, you remained at our 
wake, the caroling water of dreams. We're shoreline deep, and, in the sand, our 
bodies remain. This is our sanctuary, or so it seems, until we bleed away. 

 In our youth, the sun smiled upon us, two innocents among the sinful tide. Your 
smile, the true sunrise to my days, awoke me from a dream. Shy and timid, I 
waited for you under the setting sun everyday. Holding hands, we confided in one 
another, confessing our fears and pain. As the evenings gently caressed the 
days from their stature, the moon lit our nights and the stars caught our eyes as 
they fell towards each other. 

The moon Shone like a precious fire on our wounds endless ires.  And, to be 
frank, I could not speak. From my lips to your cheek, seconds that were 
moments, I was afraid.  Like a child visiting the ocean for the first time, my touch 
refrained. I steadily explored your currents pull. Its strength consumed my 
tireless whims.  Like a blade, smooth and clean, we sunk core-deep and fell into 
each other until only one remained. 

Precious memories, so long ago, fallen from Eden, I can’t let go. Into the sea, my 
eyes gaze at what was once a boundless beauty to I, but now as gray as a 
wounded soul, it beckons me towards a watery grave.

My head is a specter lost in a maze of lies looking for you.  It gazes at paths once 
walked in the light of innocence.  Now, subdued, I float, sometimes in rage.  
There's only one thing that remains true.  Your beauty makes me want to lose my 

Waves of memories break in a hypnotic pattern; times of frolic betray their first 
intentions, spiraling my heart downward. Words of infidelity stain the paper in my 
hands, telling me to wait for one last dream, a nightmare. So as I read, I wait, like 
I had done so many times before, for you, not a flower, but a rose of thorns. 

In a mirror, much like a pool, my fingers scratch the surface and sink through.  I 
can touch our times and look back on them, but I can't explain why I can't fall in 
love again, not with you.  You whispered my name and turned away.  Until the 
end, we were friends, until the end, over and over again. Like a flower, I've wilted, 
wilted in shame.  

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Natures Soldier

Formation of water appearing on his head

Lying lifeless the beads of cold run down to his heart

Beatless it waits for any sign of life

Like a rose, his body insists for the morning sun

His soul left him not 2 hours ago

Cut down short by a dagger in his chest

The lonely water propells into his wound

Cleansing it of remorse and guilt

Too later, he cannot feel the healing power of nature

As dawn breaks and the sun beams into his bones

Drying his darkness and relieving his dead mind 

The day has cleansed this lost being

Mother nature has kissed his body with her tears

Warmth of the sun has eliminated his evil ways

For now he is part of our world....her world

Decomposing for others to feed off

Good or bad everyone needs to pass

Soon time will get you, and when it does

Will the sun heal your wounds

Or will the water cleanse your soul

Or will it be too late......

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Human Wreckage (Part 4)

I can’t walk out on this feeling,
The fat lady has just about sung the
Ultimate aria of her own selfish pain and loss.
The duality of my desires schism through my heart
Like a fuzzy scalpel, cutting and tickling at the same time.
I visit the municipal baths site of my hometown,
Find it gone, the pool filled in and grassed–over as if
It had never been; the only reminder a blue concrete
Fountain still intact; no water, just earth and grass,
Filling the basin, moss and lichen clinging there.
I touch the stone; run fingers where as a child
They had been run many long years before.
Contact with the past, bolts in the brain, I am back.
Hot lemon sun beats down on bare skin,
Chlorine fumes stab my eyes, water splashes, crisp
Packets rustle and I see the changing cubicles: cupboards
Of wooden blue slats with batswing doors,
And myself swimming through cold, clean water
Aged eleven and full of life and vitality,
Future mapped as some golden pathway of potential,
As summer goes on and on, feeling like forever.
Above, the rumble of twin engines, a plane draws
A vapour trail, silver cracking the intense blue,
My eyes narrow and tear from glare when looking up;
I see the plane fly away, on and on without crashing,
No engine failure, no loss of life.
And I smile in the chill of the water and 
The scorch of the sun when emerging to lie on
The grass or the sizzling concrete surround.
The skies dim, though, evenly cloud over that afternoon,
People pack up and leave before the first downpour.
Don’t go, I say, stay, it will pass.
They pay no heed, they do not hear me, ghosts are habitually deaf,
And soon I am alone as the first cold drops, big as shillings,
Spatter the ground; with shivers, the past recedes
I am back here; the pool is filled in and grassed over.
Modern rain, dirty, acidic, with trace elements of carbon monoxide,
Mocks my reverie; a junkyard dog cruelly barks laughter
In a distant scrap-yard of ruined machinations.

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The elegance of a morning dew caressing the environment around me, 
enchanting the essence of my being, activating hopes of a day free of sorrow.

The sun with the heavens rising form the east, bringing in the most spirited of 
colors, invigorating my soul from deep within the body.

Within this rising sun are the sounds of Gods creations awakening with the 
beauty of song, animating life into the world around me.

As the day grows older, the ambiance of the clear baby blue sky above initiates 
ecstasy with a divine spark leaving me free with tranquility in the palm of my hand.

Time brings in the hours of dusk as the sun dips beyond the distant horizon 
escorted buy dazzling colors through a spectrum of purples and reds.

Twilight blooms into absolute darkness consumed with stars shining brilliantly 
as they were diamonds placed amongst the serine cosmos of the universe.

Midnight endows upon me sweet silence within serenity’s presents as I gaze up 
at the magnificence of space granting me time for myself as I pray life to stay as it 
did today. 


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Another Prayer

The sun is now setting
On another long day
Another prayer comes up to you
To help me find my way

These prayers I pray
Are not just for me
It is for my family
For which I plea

I want for my children 
To have a good life
And for my husband
To have a good wife

I hope that you're listening
Though your ears must be tired
I know you've heard my prayers alot
But to me my needs are dire

So I will wake up in the morning
As the sun comes into view
Another day will begin
Another prayer comes up to you

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Florida Longing

Pin fish silver lick the waves
rain drops crater the sand
Feeling foolish, longing strong
missing the sun in my hand
Caucus of colors sweep through my mind
calling my heart to it's beat
Feeling fed up with this New England gray
drizzle delirious bleak
Fly me to Florida
Strip off the coats
Break out the bathing suits
Blow up the floats
Sail me on waters
of mint green and sand
Humid deep breathing
The sun in my hand
where pin fish silver lick the waves
and rain drops cool off the sand
in a three minute storm which gets carried away
by the sun stretching out to my hand.

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Summer's Sun

The summer sun brought a new kind of love into our lives,
And it made us both shine - 
something neither one of us had done
In a long time.

We both fell too hard,
Discovering something that was unknown to us.
We found joy, happiness, and even love.
It was so beautiful.
We went through so much together in the short time you were here.

We had fun-lots of fun.
We laughed and cried together,
sharing secrets with one another.

I can honestly say you were the first person I ever fell in love with.
But we just didn't make it.
What went wrong?
Were we too serious?
I loved you so much and we were so happy together,
But it just wasn't enough.

What is enough?
More love? More laughter?
We never had the chance to find out.

You're gone now, I'm sorry to say.
You've begun a new life and
I'm still here picking up the pieces-
Still living for yesterday
When you were here with me -
Loving me and needing me.

So what now?
I still love you very much and
There will always be a special place for you in my heart.
Winter's coming on now and 
I must leave the memories behind and
Begin a new life of my own,
And wait for spring -
The dawning of a new love.

I hope we have the chance to meet again
So we can pick up where it ended,
But until then just remember
I love you and please be happy.

God bless the summer sun 
And all the love and happiness it brings.

Written by Melinda Hope Cooper
October 1982

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As I pass through Life

As I pass through

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

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Coal Miners

From sun up to sun down, they worked all day,
but down in that hole they always slaved,
light from a lantern, is all they had,
and quitting time really made them glad.
Coal dust covered them from head to toe,
and year after year it hurt them so.
No other jobs could be found back then,
Sons, and fathers, enemy, and friend.
Safety standards were not the best back then,
time was the enemy of the coal miner men.
Cave-in's were common in that cold wet tomb,
where they spent their days, surrounded by gloom.
Times have changed, things are better today,
but still they are in danger, no matter how safe.


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For Paul

There's a single moment everyday 
When the sun begins to fade 
That I gaze beyond the horizon 
In search of a love forbade 
Your handsome face I cannot touch 
Your gentle voice I cannot hear 
But I know that you are with me 
My heart has brought you here 
Although it is only for an instant 
This love cannot be disavowed 
Pleasure, passion and contentment 
All to me, you have endowed 
I took a vow to love only one 
And faithful I shall be 
'cept within this timeless moment 
When you are here with me 
There's a single moment everyday 
When the sun begins to fall 
That I gaze beyond the horizon 
And unite with a man named Paul 

If only the years had not progressed 
And taken from me, my innocence 
I'd soar again like I once did 
Into the arms of my beloved Prince 
But alas reality has denied me flight 
An angel without wings
Sitting grounded on the shores
Gazing outward, my lonely heart sings
In this life I have but one wish 
And selfish it may be
Give my lover golden wings 
And fly him here to me 
Let me hold him in my arms 
Feel his breath upon my skin 
Taste the passion that I desire 
Prove the love I feel for him 
Then when my life is over 
And the Guf contains my soul 
I will have gained a priceless gift 
A memory to behold...

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Walls of Berlin (Angel of Sadness)

Will I grieve you, only if you grieve me 
Said you couldn’t rest 
So I lay in this casket with you 
A bouquet in a basket, why risk the truth 
Delusional I may be 
A happy ending, a sympathetic conclusion 
Is something we’d pay to see 
Cross your arms and lay with me 
The aspects it’s okay to be 
You or me, whom shall we grieve 
There are certain things I need from you 
Like we feed 
There are pertinent things I need you to do 
As we grow to be adults 
We simply do what needs to be done 
Across from the morgue 
Smiling faces soaked in with the sun 
Outside these walls of Berlin 
Suited individuals call for her sins 
Will you grieve me, only if I grieve you 
Through the many hours of this day 
Tragic circumstances flower our May 
In a declining sun set it reflects from my window pane 
A metaphor of my life lived in feign 
As if I demand that you be my friend 
Take this childs hand to the end 
Down those spiral steps 
Admire the depths of a single breath 
Your or me, whom shall we grieve? 
A mother dropped her bags to comfort her daughter 
On and on through the years she brought her 
These missing links of murder 
Kissing a stench never before heard of 
Full of bars, cool as scars 
Precious jewels of mars 
Like I lost my tongue 
I’ll start a thousand wars 
For I will not be forgotten!!! 

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Concerto in Sun Major

As rain washes away the darkness of the prior night
The morning showers pay tribute to the maestro with beat
As the sun waits for its chance to contribute to the melody
The curtain of the clouds sways with each sounding resonation

Upon the break of the clouds, as curtains then open
The sun makes a grand entrance, intensified by lingering drops
As if each drop was a drum sound representing a footstep
Of the sun moving forward to take the center stage

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As the sun slowly sets
Somewhat resembling a mirage

To some this sight feels as if
They were treated to a pampering massage

Off way in the distance
Only reached by the eye

Deep very deep
Colors paint the sky

Beginning so quickly
Yet seemingly slow
It ends so abruptly
What a supernatural show

A full moon shines
Through the dark cuts light

As the predators roam

Birds take flight

Soon it will be
A whole new day
Over crystal clear waters
The light shining over the bay

Yet this will not last forever
One day the sun will fail to shine
Leaving behind
Doom to mankind

One must realize

Our sunsets are numbered

For one day our sun
Will inevitably fall
Into a never ending slumber
And then death shall call

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Lately I do want to 
face the morning sun 
I look forward to the day 
that is about to come 

without Jesus in my life 
there is no sun 
and the brightness of the 
one above is very deep 
with in my life 

Lately I see my 
happiness appearing rapidly 
and I am loving every bit 
of this sunshine 

as I sat in the hospital bed 
I saw my life slowly slipping away 
Lately I look forward to another day 

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Lonely Road Shady Trees

Walking down 
A lonely road
With trees on either side

The light is dim
And the sun is hidden
Behind the graying clouds

Rain is falling
The mud is thick
And loneliness 

The trees ahead
Outlined in fog
Are dark and looming

The path goes on
And never ends
On this lonely road

But up ahead
The sky is clearing
The sun is peaking through
The sky turns blue
And the mud dries up

Three feet ahead of me
A friend is standing there
And  joins me on
This endless road
Not lonely any more

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Turned 13

The aroma of herbal tea
Fills the room,
Bringing back all the memories;
All the joyful reminiscences,

I sit back, watching the sun rise…

Contemplating the emerging
Beauty of the orange sunlight,
I feel the reflection of it in my eyes,
At the moment, life’s beauty enraptured

Light gradually emerged
To turn a new page,
To conceal darkness with new ambitions,
To relive,

I sat there meditating every
Single detail,
As I waited and anticipated
These seconds that will change my life,

As I continued staring deeply,
The sun slowly began to rise,
Filling my eyes with tenderness…
I felt a smooth breeze refreshing my skin,

The sun rose and rose
Becoming half a circle,
It became like the smile of patience
Drawn on my face,

After long minutes of pleasure,
The sun finally came up,
Becoming a full circle in the azure sky;
Like a face that shimmered,

Smiling and smiling…Like I never smiled before,
I stared at the dark, gloomy sky as I heard my sister say,
“Happy 13th birthday Farah!”
She embraced me with excitement and love, as
 I thanked her for being the first to say that to me…
As I woke up the next morning,
Out my window was the sun,
Reflecting its beauty on the earth,
I remembered yesterday…

“Thank you God…Thank you for making this day a page of light that will erase all 
the other black pages.”

April 6th, 2007 


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Mind and Body in Sync

As the sun ends its journey at the end of day
In my cozy little corner of the world
When darkness rolls in and long shadows grow short 
Wide awake as the noon day, I become
When sun flowers fall asleep among cool green grass
Tiny fireflies light their torches
Illuminating garden sanctuaries

This is when I find, all tasks at hand, 
Seem less daunting and easier to tackle
As the kitchen light’s turned off, 
My mental switch turns on
In my bed, my favorite chair, or sometimes
At the desk, I am free, relaxed, 
I travel destinations, far and near 

With no interferences, no traffic stops, I write
Poems, lyrics, just random thoughts
From deep within heart and mind
While some end their toil at sun light’s fading 
And lie down bodies worn and weary 
My mind comes alive, free from distractions 
Mind and body are totally in sync

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I've been awake for a while now,
Sun is rising out my window pane
Shadows flash as we pass the trees
The train is slow, but I'm at ease.
The golden hue upon the fields
Makes me feel like it's a fresh new day.
Feelings come and feelings go
Just like the sun rise and set,
Some to remember, and some to forget.
YOu reach the mid-day peak,
Then sneak behind the mountains once again.
It never stays, you can count on that.
Gently rocking me to sleep,
But the sun is staring right into my face
It's reaching rays growing as it comes over the horizon
Telling me to appriciate what is now.
The quiet hush of wind as it brisks past the engine.
The first woken up grin.

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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 its shifting currents
And prevail the harsh elements before us
As the laden columns rise to blot the sky
And seize the light from our 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
While 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
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 
"The Poet Who Lies Within"

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days end

The sun beats red
Pastel colors fill the sky
Could there be anymore said
Should I bother asking why

Through the darkening woods
The sun sets between the trees
Would this be better is it could
Could this be life misunderstood

To seize the moment
To breathe the air
To see my heaven sent
Beside me, always there

I silence it speaks
In words in reveals
Just wait until the peak
The essence will heal

Beautiful the day ends
Majestic the night begins
Sorrow for the wounds not mended
Yet joy for the end of sin

The deep of thought
Is as dark as night
The words that brought
Peace to troubled minds

Why choose me to share with you,
Your life, your ways, your place of serenity
How am I even remotely good enough
For all you have to offer

Days with you are magic
The nights are surreal
Just being with you alone
Makes everything so real

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I like it when the stars a line,
it's like every thing goes perfect every thing you find,
I like a summer sun set in late June,
I've regrouped calmed my soul changed my tune,
I like the sound of the ocean as it crashes on the rocks,
no matter the size of the wave it stands there taking it's knocks,
I like misty mornings the air so crisp a cold,
it touches you to the bone till the day unfolds,
I like a spring morning the most,
the sun is early to raise as birds sing the days toast,
I like greeting the day alone,
time to myself, time.. a moment I own,
I like as the day ends and all is still,
family's gather together as the night finds it's chill,
I like the smell of roses no matter the color,
they remind me of my mom and how much I miss her,
I like that I've learned to stop...and enjoy a world I never seen,
blue ski's, high mountain tops hills and valleys of green,
I like how this moment and time I didn't take for granted,
I smiled, felt and stayed in a moment here in a place were I'm planted 
I like what my mom told me and how it came true,
don't pretend hold on to true love and let out the real you,
I like how my wife and kids completed a world I couldn't see, 
she showed me what love is and they set my heart free,
I like that I never seen it coming,
a story book, love song, fairy tail without an ending 
I like who I turned out to be,
and I think mom would of been proud of me.

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Autumn Pantoum

On this autumn day
In the heart of the city
The sun will have it's say
The leaves look so pretty

In the heart of the city 
Joy fills the air
The leaves look so pretty
It's life without care

Joy fills the air
This day is a dream
It's life without care
We are not what we seem

This day is a dream
Heat from above
We are not what we seem
From the sky comes love

Heat from above 
The sun will have it's say
From the sky comes love
On this autumn day

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Summer Needs

Sunflower petals adorn the front lawn 
As the sun watches from the bluest sky
I, with only thoughts of walking this day
Was blessed to see beauty with wide open eyes 
I wandered the streets of my little town
Hands in my pockets, whistling a tune
Feeling the heat of the sun on my face
Gave smiles a plenty, this warm day in June
Meandering thoughts of many days ahead
The summer’s just begun, many days to go
I whistled my tune as merrily I sauntered
With a smile I greeted everyone I know
Seems like everyone took this walk today
For so many people are out and about
Enjoying the calm and the warmth of the sun
Two of today’s gifts, I can’t live without

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Season's of our Sun.....

Winter's sun,has reached it's crest
dark befalling,shortened breath
energy spent from seasons left
even the sun needs....a little rest

Time to reorganize all that matters
nature sleeps during frosted weather
cooling the engine of earthly tatters
which provide for all,in hopes we gather

Even in rest,earth continues to work
even if the sun should cast shadows and lurk
from the winters cold,to summers eve
harvest springs forth,which gratefully please

Winter's sun is our lullabye
rest and peace is a natural high
slowing our heels from a mid-summers play
ridding the hectic like our autumn days

Our sun is the generator,of all that lives
give thanks,at winter,for all it gives......

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Morning Sky

The dew covered green grass
Tickles my sides and soaks my back
I can see each drop on my hair magnified
Listening to the early morning song
When the sun is just breaking the horizon
And the stars and moon are still in the sky
Mixing the sky like a tie-dyed t-shirt
Midnight blues, frightening blacks and purples
Fiery oranges, soft pinks, and happy yellows
Each talking half of the sky
Fingers reaching and just barely touching at the center
A light breeze blows frightening away my morning song
I watch the little blue bird's erratic flight
Hear the final of the night crickets chirps
And feel the sun warm on my face
Seeming to melt away the stars and moon
Brightening the sky to a baby blue
Opening the day as if it were a book
Waiting for me to write in the chapters of life

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Exercising the Soul

Press the sky for answers
Wish for penny rain
Snapping, popping, tin-roof dropping
Copper ankles wade
Wear the moon as a necklace
Tears reflecting the stars
Falling, pooling, drown them unruly
Caught cold in shards, diamond hard
Riddle the sun with emotion
Prison of season's delight
Missing, crying, pale but undying
Winter seclusion is nigh
Trust the wind in the moors
Fog and mystery mist
See me, don't see me, emergency free me
with all of your soul in a thimble sized sip
Shine in the depths of the sea
Light up the indigo silt
Wash up on shores where the sun always shines
and the water recedes at your will
Shoulder the wind as a scarf
Tolerate mid-season moods
Walk up to winter, she's autumn's big sister
The exercise will do you good.

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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 


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The Rose

A rose reaches to meet the sun shinning down
A worm vacates his home as water enters the ground
The sun goes in the moon comes out
The wind blows to shake the trees about
The rain falls to nurture the grass 
Autumn approaches summers pass
Colours from green now orange and red
The rose once bloomed now is dead
Winter is quiet not much sound
A blanket of white now covers the ground
The rose gone bye winters doom 
Springtime showing its new bloom

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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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Melancholic solstice of the soul 
tears along the broken line equator 
of a heart. A chasm ripped to separate 
and isolate the weathervane 
blown madly out of orbit.

And would the angels stoop to shift the sun 
that substance and coherence might evolve 
the order. Defining love will edify 
and amplify the teachings 
drowned in silence.

Life-affirming quadrants of desire 
with sextant measured distance from the 
molten star. Slow advances, veiled defences 
and dispenses the manifest 
held ever in your thrall. 

Time is all it takes to still the past, 
quell the tiny voice that supplicates 
the ego. Patient arts, wistful reverie 
and gradually the sun 
becomes your own.

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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
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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Living Busy

i watch the sunset, i missed the sun up,
i watch the light fade, and the moon appear as the nights sun,
but i get no warmth from the dim light,
my eyes become heavy from todays fight,
and as i fall asleep and dream i pray to God,

O' Lord give me strength and give me might,
help my soul rest and let my pain bleed out of me as only a dream,
bless me that i'll open my eyes to a new day and find peace,
and before i finish i fall asleep with out saying in the name of His son and Amen.

then morning comes the birds sing, but so tired i snore through it all,
i get up late and get ready and fight life agian cause i wasnt blessed to enjoy,
i gather my tears and sorrows and and the end of the day watch the sun set 
because i missed the sun up.

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Luxury of Living Things

Spring is in my steps.
It's tucked behind my ear in orange blossoms.
It shivers me in sun in morning breezes
and stops to coil seeds in soil spun.
It foils all the last attempts of winter
to ice and freeze the sapling green decree
while slipping songs to birds in rectifying
the quiet of the winter's revelry.
Spring is in my smile.
It's braided in my breath of peppermint
It has me waking irises from frozen ground in sleep
and crushing air perfume into their scent
It matches every moon to slip in silver
It breathes the sun and warms the sullen ground
It wakes to dance the prelude into summer
to the luxury of living things abound...

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cold black skies

broken moons and shattered stars
dark cold days no more sunshine rays
days and nights pass by so fast staring threw my looking glass
cold dark nights leak acid rain theres no more sun just all this pain
loneliness is all i have gained
the days are hot but there is no sun feeling like the darkness has won
black dark eyes without a care a dark cold heart with so much dispare
frozen lakes rivers too the ski is no longer blue
the sun don't shine the birds wont sing
a fallen angel with a broken wing
make the sun shine so bright 
bring back the stars that make the night
sing me a song with so much love
open my heart to the light above
fly for me and be my star
please look after me where ever you are
be my sun that lights my path
be my moon that lights the night ski
be the wind that passes me by
so please no more broken moons and shattered stars
no more feelings of emptiness inside
its only the wind passing me by.

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Beautiful Man

The sun shines on water so gracefully 
Reflecting it's beautiful face so tastefully
Hands so soft like fresh ripe peaches
The sun sets endlessly on these beaches
Beautiful man
Holding my heart I know this life is sure
Eye to eye we stare feeling secure
I beg your lips to touch mine
I invite more than your incline
Beautiful man
A step forward from the past 
The foot print embedded in sand that will last
All I can promise is all of me
In my life I beg of you to be
Beautiful man

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Stunted growth, some seedlings need both sun and rain 
The sun went 
away, never returning again Seedlings into striplings 
grown warped and 
weak Striplings become plants, prospects bleak To bear fruit, to 
spread its own seed Was a forecast none could have 

 Until came a butterfly bold, beautiful, unique It cared 
not that the 
plant was weak It would land on plants upon whom others never settled 
Taking a chance, willing to test their mettle It thought 
that come 
spring the weak plant could bloom Giving nourishment and shelter the 
butterfly assumed
 On came the weak plant to fulfil the butterfly’s trust 
Grow stronger 
 and higher it knew it must For the butterfly was also 
bereft Nothing 
 but the weak plant had it left They stood alone together 
the plant 
 trying to grow The butterfly waited for changes to show
 Time elapsed, spring came and went
 The butterfly grew tired of all the time it had spent 
The butterfly 
 had kissed the plant with pollen and strength The weak 
plant hadn’t 
 bloomed, didn’t grown in length
 The weak plants roots sunk deep in soil too fallow The 
 couldn’t save one with potential so shallow Leave the 
weak plant, the 
 butterfly knew it must Find a strong plant in whom it 
knew it could 
 trust Alone the weak plant knew it would live Deep roots 
in bad ground 
 life would give However weak forever it would remain 
Hopes to grow 
 strong torn forever in twain

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Sun Drunk

            Sun Drunk

Sun drinks the oceans up one drop at a time

Given one bright eye by nature at its birth

Not to think of sin or crime but to drink in life

Perform ordinary functions in its light of day

Burning in the sky to make things work

It needs no water but still evaporates 
The moon has some complicity in these matters  

Watches from a distance with its one cold eye 

Peering through the darkness under cover 

In night, with gravity, oceans move in waves

Are calmly made

Oceans crave attention 

Under moon glows protection  
Nothing can save them from the sun

Sooner or later it comes up again to drink
Every drop until it’s drunk and done

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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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Breathe the Beach

Brown berry skin all covered in sand
White ribbon hair with pale yellow ends
Salty in smile, a grin to the wind
Children born unto the sea
Plastic pail castles with driftwood for flags
Shells clink and clankle in white paper bags
Noon is a time warp that stretches and drags
the sun 'till it snaps ricochet
Boats flying by us with cursive pun names
Dolphins below them in bubbling games
Cameras snap photos in permanent frames
all in the blink of an eye
Brutal the afternoon people to bake
Some soaking sun sleep, and some wide awake
All with a vigor the sea breath to take
to carry it's purity home.

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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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It is a glorious sunrise
On this early misty summer morning
The first rays of the sun breaking through
Slowly lighting up the ending night sky
The colors are magnificent and radiant
The sun light starting to kiss my skin
The soft puffy clouds in the blue sky
I close my eyes to absorb my surroundings
The ever slight breeze caressing my body
I inhale slowly, letting the cool air fill my lungs
The silence is almost deafening
I could stay here forever in this perfect moment
I feel relaxed and almost giddy
My emotions running wild with glee
I open my eyes and take in the wondrous view
The sun now rising above the horizon
The birds are awakening, ringing in the new day
The dew on the grass, glistening like diamonds

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Little Conversations

A running conversation stood catching it's breath
on the hill of decision, on the day of it's death
In an effort to stop the inevitable flow
of the moon in it's belly on a mission to grow
It stepped to the edge of the hill and transpired
with verbiage gone ancient and aching for fire
It stood up on tiptoes and opened it's mouth
to let the sun in, or to let the moon out
This running conversation was made up of air
and moods of the moment and bent silver hair
which reflected the sun in an effort to stir
all the things that it loved while he motioned to her
It took a look down to the Pool of Dissolve
and felt the earth shimmer within it's revolve
In an effort to keep conversation alive
it trampolined toes into a swan dive.

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Crucial supremacy

The sun shines unexpectedly
And my eyes are still drowsy
I’ve gotta to find a way to fly
To another town but still under the same sky
Bitter days and coldly nights as always
I’ve gotta hold on for another day
My dream is high and it’s started to stray 
But hope confides in me and told me to stay
I need to fasten up my safety belt
And I will blast to the outer space
This is the feeling that I felt
I need to find a way to seize the future
I hold this body of mine
It’s burning with the flame of hope
The entire dream I have in mind  
This is the story I have to finish
Shady misery,
Stay away from my positive thought
I’ll take my boat and sailed away
I won’t let myself fall from grace 
I won’t pretend when I am sad
I’m only human in the inside
There is no superman in this earth
We’re just people with life plans
I will wait to find the future
When I find it, I will grab it
Keep it inside my pocket and hold on to it
And the past will be the book of appreciation
Don’t look back if you’re afraid
Every life has a meaning for every soul
The night will fly by in time
And the sun shines your day again
My crucial supremacy

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Nearly Tuesday

If  you get up early enough before the sun the stars disappear before the sky 
clouds over
It’s that magic promise time of day when the bakers and milkmen are beginning 
their  routines
Soon the empty trams will fill with sleepy eyed dockers, factory  workers, shop 
Scarves wrapped over tightly combed hair with two  ends pointing at well plucked 
Or the flat round docker caps  folded to one side with the peak so carefully bent.
So far the cars are still empty coming out. That’ll change soon as the night 
workers end their
shifts. But for now it’s twirly for all that. No queues anywhere. The sparrows are 
working the
pavement and gutters scuttling feverishly for the slightest crumb. Here and there 
a house cat
carefully ignores  the occasional pedestrian and grooms sedately , dogs get out 
Lights come on  in the flats over the shops as the warm beds empty and gas 
stoves heat tea kettles
The sun slides up to hide in the now solid cloud cover and the sea salt tar 
wetness of another
workday drifts across the cobbled street.

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Ollie and Emie

He carried her like the lazy, in her champagne, satin dress
and slipped her soul on the mattress bare, as her soul was quite a mess.
She woke with the sun in her eyes as the sun always has it's way
She woke with a moment of hope that he had changed all his plans and decided to stay.
He carried her name on his lips, through the have's and every have not
and wished she was thinking of him at the moment, and if so, he wondered just what
She lacked all the zeal for the world's success, she slept in his t-shirt at night
She lacked all the courage that she should have had to dismiss him without such a fight
He wore out his "plans" with realities rub, he siphoned the winds on a whim
and whisked her away for a week and a day 'till he was filled right back up to the brim
She laughed as they held hands in goodbye, between tears as she tried not to cry
She laughed as she knew she would see him again, though in words she could never say why
He sat at the stars one clear night, in their sleepy twinkling light
and dialed her number with the thought to hang up, to fall into sweet bless-ed flight
She answered: "What took you so long? I've been waiting for you all my life..."
She answered like the mirror to his long strung out soul and changed all his plans as his wife.

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Less Than Zero

With glorious primordial certainty
  the sun will rise, the sun will set;
likewise you languish knowing what you're about,
  you know what is and isn’t so;
  yet, ultimately, you don’t.
Chained to the chromium railings of 
a sterile value system,
  some terminal, addled suffragette,
hollow to the very core, quintessentially 
punch-drunk by the ghost fists
  of what you do not know;
  sometimes you can dream, more often you won’t.

This is all you wanted, surely,
  way back when Homer was a pup;
this thing you worked for, this cold material cocoon,
  this anaesthetic cult to which you belong;
  then again, maybe not.
All your wild beasts are chained and in cages
  you painstakingly banged them up;
now you act surprised in a wrung-out 
monochrome way
  at the quiet death of your protest song
  with the former self you have forgot.

Just as a virus will seek out a host,
  just as water will find it’s own level;
you’re a schizoid, new age, careworn dolt
  with no limits to how far your mind will sink
  in unfathomable depths of self delusion.
Wrenched this way and that, going with the flow,
  serving both God and the Devil;
but where now is the rebel heart, 
the hedonistic happy fool,
  the keeper of the demon drink?
  no more than a crumbling memory, 
the feeblest illusion.

Once burning with such crucial fire,
  a quiver full of arrows shot with telescopic vision;
now all that burns no more, doubted by the rain
  spat from black clouds of self denial;
  no remnant traces of an ex-antihero.
Servile to the whims of children,
  and an emasculating harpy 
who regards you with derision;
you are alone your own executioner
  self judge and juror at the kangaroo trial
  self sentenced to figure less than zero. 

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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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I Love You

Just as sure as the sun will rise,

just as sure as the sun will set,

just as sure as night comes,

when the stars and moon are done with rest……I love you.

Just as sure as flowers bloom,

just as sure as flowers fade,

just as sure as tears fall,

when from your heart happiness runs away…….I love you.

Like a painting loves color,

like a poet loves words,

like grass loves green,

and like the sky loves birds…….I love you.

Like ears love to hear,

like eyes love to see,

like hands love to touch,

and lips love to speak……..I love you.

Till music parts from melody

till rain parts from storm,

till good times part from memory, 

and till my soul parts from physical form, I will always…….love you!

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Morning Eyes

With morning's mouth, so speaks the sneaky sun
With lisping, skipping, shouting orange breath
with new discoveries upon it's tongue

to warmly set the soul at ease to test
the souls it's words engender seek to pause
and wind the dew toward heavens yet to rest

the sun absorbs the rhythm just because
it's task is one of cycle and advise
with speech to gently warm us to it's laws

while having conversations with the skies
reflected in a rainbow or a cloud
or in the silent steam in silver sighs

but now to morning's mouth we hear aloud
the sun to urge the risen toward their lives
who listen to the sun without a sound

and by it fill their pockets warm and wise
with light that others seek with empty ears
but never see in morning, orange eyes.

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Waves and Whispers

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

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Sunshine and Happiness

The days are getting longer as the sun is holding bright
It gives up, not so easily, as it tries to hold back night

The mighty yellow orb is working overtime these days
As winter turns to spring then into summer’s fiery rays

Alive then all the flowers, all the trees, the happy young
As, now, there is a freedom when we’re out there in the sun 

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summer dreams

a year each time, we must wait
for warm climate the world creates,
the singing birds and the apple trees
so, full of wonders and covered in leaves
how can one world make such beautiful things?
At summer time the world just sings,
holiday sun and fun, fun times
it's coming soon if you see the signs,
hanging with friends and dips in the pool
a little bit of freshness to keep you cool,
little beach hut and sand and sea
a little world that is perfect for me,
sun tan lotion for the browning skin
how can this beautiful world be full of sin?
Gentle waves lapping at my toes,
like a little secrets no one knows
buzzing bees and butterflies
flapping there wings so they can fly,
waking up in summer is a beautiful dream
with no more cold that can be mean,
and the massive sun that now just shines
we are in the worlds most beautiful design.

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There is Always Hope

Light does shine through even the darkest of shades
For it exists, though we may not always see
The sun will wait for us, to guide us through our days
Lift up the shades, open the blinds and just be

Welcome the sunlight as the warmth hits your face
Hold onto it tightly, firmly, so to not let it go
Relish it; know that it’s there even through murky haze
The things that you need to see, the sun will show

As the eyes widen due to the brightness of the sphere
Remember, even in darkness, the sun’s still around
So be it in darkness or in light, be happy you are here
Be sure to let the light in and let it surround

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Sun Starved

Sunshine on lips which have starved for a drop
of attention from forces impenetrably hot
Holding the hand of invention's conception
having cracked open the moon late last night
Eating the shell was a task of elation
Belly filled full with a thought born of mirrors
The moon on the inside was frozen, congealed
filled with inedible, silver holed dreams
Buoyancy stretched out it's hand to deliver
frost on the lips born to shake and to shiver
Moon shell reflective and only the image
of sun drops imbedded in all that's alive
Now, on the day after lunar consumption,
the yearning for solar shelled rejuvenation
eclipses all thoughts bent on birth or starvation
to lean toward the sun for new growth.

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Bonnie Lass

Bonnie lass, maiden, in yonder field
Is it for you that true love yields?
Are you kept waiting for the one to arrive,
The one destined, to make you feel all alive?

Bonnie lass, maiden, in yonder glen
Is there any one man that you can befriend?
If he be rich or be the poorest of poor,
Sweet bonnie lass, would you ask for more?

Bonnie lass, maiden, the sun now descends
Go back to your cottage to see what life sends.
The sun shone upon you, up there on the hill,
Sweet bonnie lass, you’ll get your love still.

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Amongst Starlit Stars....

As the midnight moon
in darkness cries
tears fall swoon
from shadowed eye's
knowing soon,the sun will rise
no more to hide,no more disguise

The sun shall bare
all truth revealing
no more dispair
or false appealing
natures fare,a natural dealing
most unseeing,most unfeeling

Knocking on an opened door
ecilpsing light will be no more
inner sight will help restore
our hearts adore,our centered core....

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In The Wee Hours

In the wee hours of the night
I sit in my little corner nook
Looking out my window 
Loneliness engulf me while
I sit all along in solitude
In my own little corner
Vex by  sleepless nights
Mind idling with wild
Running through my head
As I wait for the dawning
Maybe than my thoughts
Will make sense..
Maybe I want feel so
Desperate and along
Maybe my imagination
Will bring sun….
Brighten my mind to
Enlighten my soul,
In the wee hours of the night
I sit in my little corner nook
Looking out my window
While the silhouettes of the
Night shadows…
Brush against my window
Making creeping, ghastly
But the dawn will soon arrive
While the light spread..
Like the shadow  in the
The sun will defy the darkness
As  the sun will prevail..
For the dawning of the day
Will shine..
Until the moon rise over
The horizon...