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
At dawn a secret Shadow tries
to catch a glint of Sea's surprise
as Daybreak sheds her dim disguise
and silent, signals Sun to rise
Then arctic moods and murky eyes
glow warm, grow light and Morning ties
her silken silver Water prize
with strands of sand to gentle Skies
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.
Daily I’m sun kissed
Burned by the warmth of your lips,
for YOU are the sun
Eileen Manassian Ghali
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
When wind’s silence
heralds boundless oblivion
and the trembles of cracked earth
raise the dust of tears
dried by the boundless footfalls
of sallow flesh
When a thread of gold
brings unearthly thought
and the misconception
of suns fallen
drives foolish men to their knees
in unending tremors
An army of one
frees the air from his fingertips
and stays not his opal blade
as it bites the rotted gray necks
of kings released from their wrongful bliss
by his trembling palms
An army of one
unconstrained by nature’s volume
freed by the sin of his naivety
yet, bound by earth’s oldest secret
as the scarlet sun weeps
its bloodied tears
An army of one
his cloak worn through
by the acid blood of his deception
and his bones stilled;
the branches of a dying oak
which no longer caress the wind
At first the sun's fingers
Poke up just a bit,
Seeming to find the ocean's ledge,
They grab a hold of it.
With radiant arms extended,
It raises itself higher,
Then sits upon the ocean's rim -
A fuzzy ball of fire.
eyed at the Sun, no flashing.
Sunflower in June.
Explore the Messiah
He should be
In your heart
That bright sun
evil should be
That black dot
in your heart
Panel of the dark
That blue moon
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,
the kind you can never forget -
enchanting swaying dancers
myriad luminous wings
at the distance hazy plumes
unless you are close
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 won a stare down contest with the Sun
Or at least I'm pretty sure that I did
Cause everything is completely dark
I guess the Sun has closed it's eyelid
The Sun must truly be a sorry loser
Now it refuses to even sneak a peek
I walk around like I'm completely blind
Darkness gets real old after a week
So I kindly offered the Sun a rematch
In the black I heard it laughing at me
Said, you should never stare at the Sun
And never again are you going to see
Let them be the sun.
Optimistic rays of sunshine
Shining upon giddy children
As they play in the park
I'd rather be the rain.
Pessimistic drops of water
Making children from of dissapointment
As they watch raindrops race down their windowpane
To be able to give a droughting town hope
To cool the burning bodies of children
To stop the thirst of a city
To save the lifes of millions
Making the moon and sea meet
As I would join the ocean and rise with it
Feeling the current touch the stars
And making a tidal wave hold hands with the planets.
So I would let them be the sun.
So on a hot sunny day
Parents can pull in their sun-burnt children and warn them about their harmful rays.
And I, the rain.
Would wash away the sweat, blood and tears.
And I would look down at the children dancing.
And I would watch the couple kiss under me.
So, I would rather be the rain.
Because After the rain.
We all get to see a rainbow.
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
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.
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.
slipped away unnoticed
and spotlighted suffering
life cubes stacked
each success and mistake
trapped, time lost
hopes, regrets and days
until all I have are nights
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.
Doped with Wind Striking Gold
People feeling for People
An unending stream of Tears
Mysterious pain is felt through swollen Eyes
Sun's unsure, who's he lighting up
People unsure, what's dwelling up
Everyone begging for a Cure, craving for Mercy
Too much of burden for I, Me and Myself
Freedom is their Birth right, why shouldn't they have it?
They want to soar out for Money
Want to Romance their Honey.
Worried for their little Bed and Blanket
Laying with fist, grabbing the warmth beneath
Is it a Dream or desperation of mine
But what could I do
I saw a high headed drove Sedan
A naked kid hustling with a burnt tyre
Our Fathers want us to achieve riches
Make our own niche
Never whisper about gruesome World
Never scold us to discover the inequity of Life
I feel estranged with burden of kindness
I see no one on the front
It's a lush Green Mile ahead of me
That door of Sedan will never open
The naked Kid will go on with his drill
A Hand of God or an Epidemic looms in far-sight
Those closed Doors are locked Bars
The Keys are beneath their little Beds
I can watch Sun and Moon Sea-Sawing
On second thoughts can walk that Green Mile
Atleast I am out in the Open
Hoping against the hope
It's between my conscience and Science of life
I don't know, I am stuck or standing
But I have seized that Green Mile for sure.
little man watches sadly, as his sun sets on another's world
his emptiness chased her out of sight, but never out of mind
she takes their pain along with her, a burden she must bear
for even stars must pay a price for hearts they cause despair
little man sees the big man walk, walking in the sunshine
he feels the cold as he's eclipsed and shivers in the dark
she shares her light with this new world, but knows what lies behind
for even stars can feel the pain of those that they've made blind
little man's eyes now only see the corona's faintest trace
his consequence's now come due, his tears were all too late
she sees the cold world's slow ellipse, passing out of sight
for even stars have memories of those they once did light
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!!!