Bright yellow sparks glisten around the landscape
Sheer environment expose
Warmth slinks down every step
Spur like rays muster in long light
The wolves wait to howl
Soon--Bunch of flowers
Huddle in with sunlit love
A blazing Sun abruptly appears
Indulged in selfish applause
Heartless to the core, her light declares
She governs the Universe
The Sun gets only a glimpse of the Moon
Jealous of the Stars who pave the night's way
She races to conspire with the Horizon
To keep the Moon at bay
Melancholy is the Moon as night draws near
Chilled with howling cold and fear
Unspoken words hang stiff in the air
Each has felt them like a prayer
The Moon sits in shadows of his own silhouette
To endure thousands of years in silence
Staring through space with hollow eyes
There are no words, the Moon only cries
Karen Anglesey written 03.03.13 Recently published in Best Poets and Poems 2012 by World Poetry Movement, Utah
Sunshine beams sparkles softly golden magic
Breathtaking horizon of dreams spells casting
Feelings, faces and memories within
Shall follow the nature´s endless spin
Creeping higher morning glory rising perfect splendor
Smiling warm rays inside hot radiance glows
Dizzy with pleasure, tears a falling star rain wet drop of heaven
Total silence no vibration pearls on leaves dried
Songbirds sing praise in a heavenly choir whistling tunes
Enchanting dewdrops sparkling shivers, silver glistens
Diamond shining clearly colors beauty awakening
Rainbow riches polishing a heart to the highest luster
Into a landscape of dreams and hope
The green grass will grow for another tomorrow
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid
and Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 12.01.2015 -
- Thank you anne lise
the sun sets in my mind
never to arise
for darkness soothes the glaring light
that carries all the lies
and in the place where I sleep
I come alive in my dreams
never wishing to awake
stitched in threads of reality seams
so let the sun rise
steadfast and so sublime
just let me sleep so I can dream
of sunsets in my mind
O'er tempest,soars the
eagle with wings
stretching towards the
Up the sky,a figure
with outstretched wings
battling the turbulent
wind and frowning sun.
Soaring like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
Gliding like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
Mistaken for an eagle
in the sky-never an eagle.
Utter's sound as the
eagle-never an eagle.
under a stormy wind.
For paid price-loss of
The works of mother-
nature can never be out-
dated or equalled.
Frog-men under sea
and frogs in the waters
can bear witness.
so far the days of singing rays
have come to meet their sullen end
twixt nights of joy with hidden ploy
a sweetly tone, they do offend
O gasp! the serpent true must strike
O gasp! the lustful raging psych
whose cares are lost forever long
roaring out, O hear my song!
ideas soon drain, decisions fill
a mind at pace with thoughts that spill
float soundlessly thy solstice chill
the misty seep, foreboding reap
emotions run amok like thieves
for darkly cast, a favored past
along is lain misguided leaves
two birds both flying sky high
one of them almost hidden
while crossing the setting sun
leaving behind now
(c) Elly wouterse
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.
eyed at the Sun, no flashing.
Sunflower in June.
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
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,
(It hurts so good, it doesn't)
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,
Anything seems bigger
spread by shadows.
Now I think faster,
And when the morning sun litters
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...
I stayed there, for too long
in the cruel arms of a sunset
that had forgotten I was there.
Its wink slowly cast an itchy
blanket over the hope I had found
in blue skies; My skin reached upward,
blistered by the groan of mortality’s tick.
There is little time to waste.
The turn, once again left me in the dark,
grappling with solitude among the masses.
And so I waited for starlight’s touch to
calm the sandstorm in my bones.
Waited for the battle between light
and dark, so I could paint my eyes
with the blood of a new vision
for tomorrow and be ready to perceive
everything that I had once, let slip away.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Hopeful but its so mundane
Filling the hollowness with more empty pleasure
But it takes my hand and and walks me through this withering decay
Into the ecliptic silence,
Self medicated diluted dreams
A mixture of over stimulation and desensitizing me
Somewhere between ominous and beautiful
Letting the darkness consume my conscious brain
Until the sun can realign and pulls me back into this day
To overcome this strange numbness
Of self inflicted shadowing
Butterflies once warmed me up inside until I pulled off all their wings
Holding memories I cant forget while praying to a God who has forgot
But we are only allowed to keep the things that we have already lost
Sometimes living is not enough without sovereignty
As these flightless insects crawl back inside
Then perhaps through their death life would be more satisfied
Finger deep I draw a line then stand to face a blackened sky
I reevaluate Your presence now without You Lord then where am I
Because this is me You were my light, subsequently my faith has died
Somewhere below the surface of this shifting unstable world of mine
In My Net
I cast my somber trap
a tattered old net
once more this morning
toward the top of the acasia tree
just as the sun begins
to wake at the eastern
slope of my day.
I hope to catch that birdsong
that nightly haunts the floating dust
in my room – circling and circling
but not in a merry dance
commencing at twilight
promising to end only when my heart
stops its beating.
The purple notes touch
each blanket thread
on my melancholy bed
kiss each carpet flint covering
this chafed bedroom floor
they seep within every pinhole in my skin
and puncture every vein.
Twilight soon slides to midnight
and these notes perforate my eyelids
driving away portraits
of giggling green leaves
forcing out echoes of a phantom laugh
the only one I nurse
the only one I utter.
The net I toss up every day
and I only drag it down
as soon as the sun sinks
at the deep valley
but no birdsong here
I can stare or listen, stare or listen
for all eternity --
but not a hint of a note.
Just the heap of fallen leaves
a metaphor of old dreams
mounding in the middle
for their inevitable decay.
A blending with the elements.
A blending with clay.
I do not know?
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 -
Now an idea will start
A different fire in our heart
And in this fire shall be
A new duet to sing for you and me
New control to form
Mind over all
Because it is in the mind that we live after all.
The fire is in life because immortal means complete
And like every heart needs to feel complete.
It is in our minds that we see
A blurry picture on what we think we feel
And what we think that he thinks it feels
And only then we forget to see the real
That is up to us to judge the good and bad
Only us and no one else to see
And only in the light of a reflection we see the truth of us
Then we can judge or ridicule the real thing
For is up to us to see
How that survival in life is best to keep
How freedom is disappearing
And how fear is getting in
Because fear is in the mind
The fear for the heart to stop to feel
Because feel is the fear itself
Because what we feel we need
And what makes need more
Makes the fear for losing it all
You can’t have one without the other
Or the other without one
Is the hole and the everything
And the everything and the hole
To become complete
First one must become with one
And two of one shall be
And one they become from which you can see
The perfect art in creation
That the universe is and will be
The perfect manifestation of collaboration
That creates everything that is
And only the act of collaboration is
Because it takes two to collaborate
It takes two to start a sparkle and a fire
It takes two to start a star
It takes two to feel everything that you really are.
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!!!