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Midnight...You Are My Sun

In all the earnest buds
                  that long to open…..
and ambrosial May promises

I tried in the silence
and the rush of the storm
that rages wild and unkempt
to fight this consuming
                        To cease the feeling….
To halt the sticky sweetness
(berries on your lips)

I can’t stop it…baby
 
It’s there in every hour
In the breaking of the dawn
painted pink and washed in fire

In the turbulent waves of blue
and salt rain on my face
In the way you speak 
                           and caress me
and the way your eyes just mess me

In the stark speech of branches
and the reawakening of flowers
The breeze that teases my hair
and tosses it carelessly

It’s just always there
stroking and breaking
                   and rebuilding me
Crashing me to jagged rocks
and yet spreading my wings
to fly your passion sky

In the dream of something
came the reality of you

In the fantasy of a wind’s embrace
                came your precious face
and now I am powerless….
just helpless to stop this

My exposed heart blasts out
this eternal hankering……
this infinite crimson crush

A war against the pitching
A battle against this tumble
A railing combat…yet….

Aye! In the night that steals the sun
In the clouds that whisper achromatic hues
and the freesia and lilacs 
                     and violets….. I see you
You are there just waiting
Always……relentlessly….I fall

Oh baby, I just can’t stop this

I fall, hard in a breathless fumble
Into your waiting heart

Like a trembling cat
I curl in your lap
I am so in love with you…

Copyright © Christie Moses | Year Posted 2009

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And Now For Something Completely Different

The sun rose in the west today – or, perhaps, I was standing on my head?
I went to a funeral for my very best friend, but the chap wasn’t even dead!

Said he wanted to be eulogized while drinking a pint of beer.
I think the things we said about him, weren’t exactly what he wanted to hear.

“He was, or is, an egotistical old bastard – doesn’t surprise me in the least, 
that he wants to attend his own funeral service – God, what a horrible beast!”

And that, my friends, was from his Mom; the best friend a boy ever had.
“When finally they put his body in the ground, I think we’ll all be glad.”
Egad!

Global warming took a holiday, as the snow piled up real high;
that bugger for whom we passed the plate, took out his wooden eye.

The casket was full of cold cuts; The bartender doubled as the priest; I took another shot of tequila, while the sun started setting in the east. The ladies started undressing; my organ started to rise; I played Beethoven’s “Requiem”, with it pointing to the skies.
The only tears that were shed today belonged to the corpse who was still alive – His ex wife sang that old Gloria Gaynor tune, “You know, I will survive!” The next time he throws a party for himself, I think he’ll choose a different theme – And maybe the people who come and get drunk won’t be so awfully mean!

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2011

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Strawberries And Unknown Girl

     Strawberries And Unknown Girl

Strawberries grow unaided in the field
Green, red and magic on the day
Sentinels stationed; they speak kindly of the Sun
And sometimes of an unknown girl
She’s there just out of reach
In the air, partaking of sweet pleasures
Years collect themselves in silence
Still sense her song and mystery adrift
Along strawberry rows aligned in history
Those corridors of time in endless days at play 
And there she stays a fair young maiden
A constant unknown wonder to this day


Entered in - "I Love Rock N' Roll" Poetry Contest 11/14/14
Inspired by: John Lennon and The Beatles 
The song: Strawberry Fields Forever  



Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

The call of the wild

Tall pines line the misty mountaintops
Crusty ridges surround the hilly wonder 
The sun sets with a spectacular amber dust
Night covers the lonely valley 
With the wild call of loons 
Mystery and life flow here together 
Above the stars whisk through the skies 
With the illusion that they can be touched with a stretch of the arm
The moon sits with its eyes beaming on the land
Its shadow turns the lake into glass
Glowing eyes of the night appear in the brush
The air changes as the night is settled in its deepest hour
Cool breezes brush the tree limbs as they dance 
Hooting of the owls can be heard from a far
Night brings rest to the weary 
A hush falls upon the early morning 
As the sun creeps its way behind the mountain 
The first light of the day has brought warmth to my face
I am in touch with nature


Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2007

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Tropism , natural event

Fair weather eye's
focused on the eastern horizon
occasional salty sea spray
followed by a chilly breeze .

A voyager , wandering adrift today's beyond
searching for better tomorrows
on life's ocean of emotions rolling wave's

At times , I feel like changing direction's
follow the sun to the west
go in circles to where it never set's

But  then , would I be in a continous day dream
only capable of experiencing a singularity ??

Supposing the setting sun gives hope for another
opportunities abound whatever the weather

Even still , why has everything become so different
refraction apparently affecting others
their mind's " I " incapable of truth
tropism natural for most
eclipsing of the sun becoming an everyday event

What happened to the world I once knew ??

Copyright © jay del fierro | Year Posted 2007

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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.

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse | |

Solar Plexus ( Sun of The Soul )

Solar Plexus  ( Sun of The Soul )

Tiphereth

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
Calling
Proposition to ignite
The sleeping Chakra heart

Sol sustaining
The augury of hope
She proliferates
Never and forever
Changing
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
Exists
Beacon she is
Living cell of solar system
Embodies Galactic entity

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


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





Inspired by Christie Moses “ Soul of The Sun “







Copyright © colin mitchell williams | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse | |

SUN-BLOCK - Joseph Osita

SUN-BLOCK  ( Collaboration with Joseph Osita )


by~JOSEPH OSITA &  I~LINDA  (p.d.)

Your sunset-sanctioned skin ignite melody to boredom world
Your gently pearling smile charm the attention of morning sun.
Your charmed souls burn in nuclear passion
To absorb the bombardment of your ink
You are the unsolved mystery of existence 
 
~pd~ The sunrises 10 feet off the ground
~**~ This place carried the eternal light I need for my soul to soar.
~**~ Like the clouds every poet brush away my blues with one simple smile
~**~ Writing ignited my heartbeat to flicker like a candlewick non-stop.
~pd~ I hold that piece of puzzle that makes my existence complete
 
Elegantly you walk, Venus-like
Printing glory-of-gods on excited earth
Holding hostage your admirers' eyes
With your Gabriel-censored attire
You are truly the mystery of existence  
 
~pd~ My eyes I keep holding on tight.
~**~ Gathering dangerous looks, from every poets eyes.
~**~ Striking like a speed of thunder bolt, 
~**~ I fell weak like an addict to my admires streak of rays'
~pd~ I'm the piece of puzzle that makes my own existence complete

Oh beautiful empress of poetry soup.
Wake thy muse and shake off the dust of block
Your fans are in inferno hunger of your welded words
Feed us again, your poetic meal that somersault the arrows of critic
 For you are the unsolved mystery of existence    
 
~pd~  A great source to gather the best light here on the soup.
~**~ I found my heart beating like a rush~ spontaneous 
~**~ Imaging every poem that helps me get lost in the moment
~**~ I wrote against and among the best to be like the rest
~pd~ For I'm that unsolved piece of puzzle that makes my existence complete

You are kinder than nature, more hospitable than mother earth
 Man and woman scramble for shelter in your cheerful hearts
For your contest, all thoughts erect pines of words
With rush of the sea storm
P.D. (( I., Linda ))  is the unsolved mystery of existence  

~pd~ losing myself to reality, this is not like me to fall into deep.
~**~ Times maybe hard, not even a simple song to poet my mind.
~**~ The truth is, the sun has blinded me with love, and I have no SUN-BLOCK
~**~ Until my instincts tell me otherwise, I'll find my way back to all my fans 
~pd~  I (~LINDA) am responsible for the happiness of my mysterious existence.


A collaboration with  * JOSEPH OSITA

~my collaboration contest~

BY : JOSEPH & MYSELF

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011

Details | Narrative | |

Dead Diary

DEAD DIARY

I was there, I was near,
watching her lying,
but still couldn’t help, 
and saw her dying.
I was there, I was near,
with the heavy air all around,
living with it,
but fear was all I found.
I met my hate there, 
and the lost humanity,
the hidden faith somewhere,
and the ugliest side of the society.
Everything going above my head,
there was nothing I understood at all,
in the dilemma of what to do,
and my heart started to fall.
I was still there, so near,
surrounded with guilt,
couldn’t forgive myself,
it was the worst thing I ever felt.
With eyes filled with tears,
I stabbed myself with a knife,
with the sorrow of losing her,
I gave up my life.
Now I’m here,
a pure soul,
resting with her in peace,
playing a clean role…
Now I’m here 
sharing my history,
and smiling down at you…
Now I’m here, 
revealing my mystery,
and writing down this story…
Now I’m here,
writing my “Dead diary…”

Copyright © Sweksha Karna | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

SUN-BLOCK

SUN-BLOCK


Your sunset-sanctioned skin ignite melody to boredom world
Your gently pearling smile charm the attention of morning sun.
Your charmed souls burn in nuclear passion
To absorb the bombardment of your ink
You are the unsolved mystery of existence 
                
                By pd
The sunrises 10 feet off the ground
This place carried the eternal light I need for my soul to soar.
Like the clouds every poet brush away my blues with one simple smile
Writing ignited my heartbeat to flicker like a candlewick non-stop.
I hold that piece of puzzle that makes my existence complete
              
               
Elegantly you walk, Venus-like
Printing glory-of-gods on excited earth
Holding hostage your admirers' eyes
With your Gabriel-censored attire
You are truly the mystery of existence  
            
               By pd
My eyes I keep holding on tight.
Gathering dangerous looks, from every poets eyes.
Striking like a speed of thunder bolt, 
I fell weak like an addict to my admires streak of rays'
I'm the piece of puzzle that makes my own existence complete

Oh beautiful empress of poetry soup.
Wake thy muse and shake off the dust of block
Your fans are in inferno hunger of your welded words
Feed us again, your poetic meal that somersault the arrows of critic
For you are the unsolved mystery of existence    
 
                 By pd
A great source to gather the best light here on the soup.
I found my heart beating like a rush~ spontaneous 
Imaging every poem that helps me get lost in the moment
I wrote against and among the best to be like the rest
For I'm that unsolved piece of puzzle that makes my existence complete


You are kinder than nature, more hospitable than mother earth
Man and woman scramble for shelter in your cheerful hearts
For your contest, all thoughts erect pines of words
With rush of the sea storm
P.D. ((  Linda ))  is the unsolved mystery of existence  



                   By pd
Losing myself to reality, this is not like me to fall into deep.
Times maybe hard, not even a simple song to poet my mind.
The truth is, the sun has blinded me with love, and I have no SUN-BLOCK
Until my instincts tells me otherwise, I will find my way back to all my fans * true or not
I (IRMA~LINDA) am responsible for the happiness of my mysterious existence.


BY : JOSEPH & LINDA
For Pd's  collab with me contest

Copyright © Joseph Osita | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

Sleepily

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.

Copyright © Samir Georges | Year Posted 2010

Details | Narrative | |

Dead Diary

DEAD DIARY

I was there, I was near,
watching her lying,
but still couldn’t help, 
and saw her dying.
I was there, I was near,
with the heavy air all around,
living with it,
but fear was all I found.
I met my hate there, 
and the lost humanity,
the hidden faith somewhere,
and the ugliest side of the society.
Everything going above my head,
there was nothing I understood at all,
in the dilemma of what to do,
and my heart started to fall.
I was still there, so near,
surrounded with guilt,
couldn’t forgive myself,
it was the worst thing I ever felt.
With eyes filled with tears,
I stabbed myself with a knife,
with the sorrow of losing her,
I gave up my life.
Now I’m here,
a pure soul,
resting with her in peace,
playing a clean role…
Now I’m here 
sharing my history,
and smiling down at you…
Now I’m here, 
revealing my mystery,
and writing down this story…
Now I’m here,
writing my “Dead diary…”

Copyright © Sweksha Karna | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku | |

Blue Red - Haiku

     Blue Red – Haiku


Waves turn the day’s sea

Sun sets, burns on horizon

One blue, other red

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Pantoum | |

Letters From The Ocean

For as the sun drowns in the misty waves
I coat my dreams with the filthy shade
And gently some drops of ocean tickled 
Whispering my thoughts in a stormy tune
I coat my dreams with the filthy shade
Jiggling my soul with a wetted hope
Whispering my thoughts in a stormy tune
Drifted through my veins as I went on asleep
Jiggling my soul with a wetted hope
To believe in a rise of a holy sun
Drifted through my veins as I went on asleep
That abides to arise with daily new notes
To believe in a rise of a holy sun
And gently some drops of ocean tickled 
That abides to arise with daily new notes
For as the sun drowns in the misty waves


Copyright © Samar Saleh | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku | |

sun shower

the sun shimmers as
sliding skies drop silvery
jewels on cupped hands

Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2012

Details | Blank verse | |

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.


Copyright © Gerald Nforche | Year Posted 2012

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Cliffhanger

In the midst of conclusion,
this breathtaking, last sight.
Fitting the peace of final sigh,
the picture perfect landscape
spread out beneath a sky clear as Heaven’s light.

The vastness of nature’s reach and the danger of death
combined in dance creates an epic last note
in which one edge of balance will topple onto the other.

In a flash, my past performs a scene
to the rhythm of panic
as I’m held on edge by the arms of a murderous heart,
refusing to let me fall to forgotten love,
telling me to hold on…
Beyond the threshold of the rugged horizon
Heaven's gates beckon.

Should I let go?
To die inside myself or to live in slavery?

I look up to the now brilliant, crystalline sunset.
Time is running out for choice
as bloodied hands lose their foothold.
I look back to see the shadows multiplying,
encompassing the hope of life. 

As night chokes the permeating beams, 
I shut my eyes
and give up the fight that was never mine…

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

The Castle of the Sky

As the sun rises,
everything comes to life.
Even the city that never sleeps
seems to be just waking up.
As the city is reflected,
down onto the river,
it is tall and majestic.
The center of all life.
The only thing that is more beautiful...
is the castle of the sky.
At night it is the stars and moon
where the fairies work their magic spells.
At day it is the sun and clouds
where the Gods play.
Only believers can see the castle of the sky.
And know what spells the fairies work
and what games the Gods play.
But all of us have believed at one time or another.
And some of us have never stopped believing
in the castle of the sky. 

Copyright © x x | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse | |

IN FRONT OF THE CHURCH GATE

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
          Wh…

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
Yet,
  Alterations marked the vivacity of vagueness
  to fathom the unfathomable
and fragmented mirth wetted me from within.
Perhaps,
    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.
  ……..
        ‘AMEN’
                ……..

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

Copyright © Neeraj Kumar | Year Posted 2006

Details | ABC | |

The rising sun

To watch the disk of life, illuminate
give birth to colors, hold dear
it speaks to my spirit, my implicate innate 
there is nothing in this world to fear
each living tree three hundred year
each year all the more to contemplate
for we are kept alive by this warmth so clear
returning forever, every year a new slate
it does not judge, it bathes you in light.
But while I enjoy summer, others will fight.

Copyright © Lance Lawlor | Year Posted 2008

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Ritual of the Setting Sun

I watched the sun going down this evening
leaping over mountains and towns
ascending long rays of light upon still water
sparking lights of infinite glory mesmerized
my thoughts keeping me in perfect harmony. 

I lay motionless on the green grass of hope 
and gazed at the setting sun anchored 
deeply in the thick blue sky 
with the forces of  nature embracing me
 I surrender obediently to its will.
 
The verdant grass surrounding the pond smiled heartily
at the setting sun as it lingers resiliently 
pouring its radiant light upon my skin.
rays of joy ruptured inwardly and I could feel
a wonderful energy hurdling within
hoisting me higher and higher.

Was it an illusion or was it bonafide?
My body was still on the ground but
I was ignited with the sun and absorbing its heat.
It replenishes me with a magnificent energy
that was immensely comforting and complete.

The sun twirl around in the passionate sky
Revealing different shades of blue, indigo,
Navy, and royal blue, mixed with shades of
Sappier blue bundled with peacock blue.
I could feel the gentle touch of the baby blue
And powdered blue filtering around me.

Heaven helps the magnificent indigo sky enthralled 
With all its mysterious awe, entwined in the eyes of the beholder. 
Infinite abundance thunders beneath me 
elevating me to a prestigious acclaim. 

The sun shines brightly then slowly fades away 
and buried itself under the royal blue clouds 
Then finally rest peacefully on top of the mountains.
A sudden peace subdued me
and a strong energy flowed through me.

I got up and walked towards the pond
and watched the youths having fun
they were standing on my sacred rocks 
casting their fishing rod in the water
while chatting and having fun.
Who knows the ritual of the setting sun?

                                                              ©2015 Christine Phillips
                                                                 


Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2015

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
Of The SUN/SON 

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

Copyright © Brenda Victoria Northeast | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

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.

Copyright © Mathew McKelvey | Year Posted 2010

Details | Quatrain | |

The Sun Shines on the Righteous

		Deceivers tell their followers
		the lovely things they long to hear:
		"If you live right, you'll always have
		your heart's desires; please, have no fear!"

		The wise ones come to realize
		there's no "sweet deal" through which we swap
		good deeds for everything we want
		while climbing to the mountain top.
		
		The just and saintly do not own
		exclusive rights to happy days.
		The Bible says the sun will shine,
		as well, on those with wicked ways.
				
		While heartless scoundrels may possess
		great riches and enjoy good health,
		some strive to live above reproach
		but live in pain bereft of wealth.

		My understanding of  this world
		is limited. I know that I
		can't fully grasp what God allows.
		I'm human. Sometimes I ask "WHY?"

		It's not my place--not anyone's--
		to try to "justify the ways
		of God to men."**  Some things will be
		a mystery till end of days.

From Milton's Paradise Lost

April 15, 2016
		
		

Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

The Sands Of Time

Grains of sand trickling down the narrow crystal neck of the hourglass Each grain a measure of that mysterious entity called Time The grains above hold the future The grains below store the past The moving grains capture the present At the hour's sunrise your flow begins At the hour's sunset it ends - The Sands Of Time

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |

In the Woods

In the woods the shadows fade

as the sun falls away

the darkness hides the trees inside

the woods come alive.


Hear the sounds the owls make

as they hunt for their sake.



Scattering feet running to hide

little mice trying to fly

the owls are hungry,its their time

to eat and scare the shadows inside.


Now the sun is opening up

the darkness fades and the light shines

the owls sleep and all is safe

for the mice are scampering all around

pleased to know they are safe and sound.



Written by:©Betty Bolden

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Setting Sun

At the setting of the sun
When the day is finally won
Just a chance to take a rest 
The time of day I like the best

When the moon comes out play
The stars twinkle what’s to say
In the dark velvet sky above 
I can watch with the one I love

The night creatures they appear
The bats fly by so near
Badgers stir and hedgehogs to
Fox he has a job to do

Night is calm not like the day
Things go fast they do not stay
Rush of days just like a race
Night I love a different pace

The peace I find within my soul
The time I feel that I ‘am whole
Resting I know will not last 
For the day will come again to fast

Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Another day

Another day, the sun rises
Life lived in bland monotony
I find at best I am complacent
existing on the borderline of contentment
 
It's rarely found to be of favor
but everyday you'll find me here
Waiting patiently for another chance
to leave my mark on so dull a world
 
Maybe today will be the day
that this bleak existence I suffer
Finally gives way to a new spark
and I find excitement has been born
 
I wish only to have a moment
A brief passing of time
Let me live my fifteen minutes
dancing quietly in the spotlight
 
Another day, the sun sets
I look out my window
With a sigh I find my bed
Another day passed,
Another day wasted.

Copyright © Blake Hannah | Year Posted 2012

Details | Personification | |

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

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme | |

Devils sun to Devils son

Devils sun to Devils son
Blazing sun beads of sweat run down my face
Drowning in my thirst the desert sand burdens
On the edge of sanity is where I fell from grace
Insistent to survive and to relinquish forbidden
Daunting wind breaks the skin fevered despair
Wallowing in regret the memories devastating
Haunting truths my legacy now left in disrepair
Liquid fire her blood to these veins invigorating
Eternal gift within guise the soul is bewildered
Trickery befell me anxious for blind retribution
Her offering left me swoon the plot is delivered
Withering eternity lingers under this devils sun
Fighting the hunger redemption is my affliction
Crawling through scolding sand utterly defiant
Her blood the plot now my hero guided bastion
Vengeful spirit driving my resolve as ever reliant
Revelation with mingled death now enlightens
Clawing down embracing sand my wickedness
Delving deeper cool black my horizon widens
Stamina for survival blood revived agelessness
Healing to waiting locked in dream it has begun
Plotting the paths for my new lover vengeance
Allied by time bloodless creatures this devils son
Her blood now driving my avenging deliverance
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Copyright © Drakavai the Wordsmith | Year Posted 2013