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Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | Rhyme | |

Beneath the Suns glow

Beneath the suns Glow

Oh, how the trees gleam
Beneath the morning sun
White roses seep into my soul
A new day has begun
So many shades of beauty
Are seen in this morning glow
A lovely morning filled with spring
Oh how the love does flow.

Folk speak of love in many ways
But I see it loud and clear
On a morning such as this 
I can feel that God is here
Unbeliever I will never be
For I get up each morn
And love, sweet love is everywhere
As a brand new day is born

The birdsong touches heartstrings
And makes them sing along
With the morning chorus
I sing a lovely song
Cause God is there before me
Disguised as sweet spring morn
On this lovely morning
Such mystery is born.

20 October 2014


Details | Free verse | |

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  




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



Details | Free verse | |

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 | Free verse | |

Fields of the Black Rose

Flowing fields of black 
Roses the hue of night 
Dark meadow take me home 
Relieve me of my fright 
And take me back. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to my home 
Where I'll never see the sun again 
Where I'll never hate 
And never bend 
Where we only see in shades of gray 
Where summer sun has shone its last 
And November wind is here to stay. 
Where I can go forget my past 
And never have to pay 
For the things I've done. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to your home 
Where we all see in shades of gray 
And I can rest in the coldly blowing wind. 
Forget my face forget my name 
Forget my form forget my sin 
Let me stay and waste away 
Please won't you take me in?


Details | Free verse | |

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 ??


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 “








Details | Ballade | |

My treasure chest

My treasure chest

My treasure chest, is not a truth
It’s but a metaphor
For I have never dreamed of wealth
My treasure is much more
It’s filled with the moon, the stars at night 
And the sun that shines each day
And the beauty of the darkest sky
That highlights milky-way.

It’s filled with trees, majestic trees
And birds that sing so sweetly
My treasure chest it be filled up
But never though completely
Everything that’s beautiful
Is in my treasure chest
It’s filled with all the countless things
That make me happiest.

My treasure chest is never ending
It goes on till forever
It’s filled with all the love that lives
And the sweetness of together
I need no other treasure chest
This one, it satisfies me
For me, I know with certainty
It contains eternity.

21 July 2013 @ 1018hrs.



Details | Ballade | |

It's here at last

It’s here at last

At last the spring is really here
The weather’s warm and sweet
The doves up in the seed trays coo
As so peacefully they eat
The fountain plays a melody
As wispy clouds up in the sky
 They form in me these images
As the morning passes by

Geraniums in their many hues
They shine out in the sun
The dog runs round with rubber bone
He’s having heaps of fun
The mulberry tree is so alive
She loved that winter rain
She knows as she grows her baby shoots
That the rain was not in vain.

The washing hanging on the hoist
Gives out such sweet perfume
One would think the gentle rose
Was close with tender bloom
Mauve hibiscus dances softly
Within the cooling breeze
And all of this portrayed together
It gives my mind such ease.

9 September 2013 @ 1924hrs.


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…”


Details | Lyric | |

I REMEMBER

Lips ruby red 
Feel the heat 
Night soon fell
The sun to beat 
Took your hand
Our first dance 
What a ride
Sweet romance 
Tango for two
Up till three 
I remember
Just you and me 
Yesterdays
How time flies 
Never forget
Your longing eyes 
Have your numbers
It's sunrise 
River runs through it
No surprise

Date:9-17-14


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 | 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



Details | Ballad | |

Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


Details | Free verse | |

IN 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.


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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.



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…”


Details | Ballad | |

Holy order of the Devil

Holy order of the Devil

It was a long, long journey
To find that quadrivial
We had to trek across the mountains
Though it was beautiful
The danger it was ever near
Those priests with all their din
Had made this place an evil lair
A reservoir of sin

We came to where the meeting was
All the priest were Gathered there
One read a pericope out loud
The atmosphere so rare
His ligures shone like a thousand stars
From the breastplates that he wore
The words he spoke with intensity
Touched each priest to the core.

Oh it was unbelievable
That high priest had such power
That night it felt so mystical
Yet nothing it did flower
Because the Devil pulled the strings
And the high priest was his tool
And everywhere the Devil went
His world was always cruel.

15 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.








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.


Details | Free verse | |

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…


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. 


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


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


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


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.


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

My Shadow

My dark, moving shadow,
on the ground down below,
follows me when there is light,
disappears when it is night.

Staying with me throughout the day,
but when it gets dark, it goes away,
from the light, it hides behind me,
forever there it will always be.

Wherever in the sky the sun is faced,
determines where my shadow is placed,
whether the sun is to rise or fall,
makes me shadow short or tall.

My shadow is my shape and outline,
no matter where it is, it is always mine,
from my feet to my head, my shadow is there,
it stays with me no matter where.


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
Drakavai2012


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


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.


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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 PRIMORDIALS

As the evening sun dipped in the blood-red horizon,
A gust of Silence came, whispered and then hushed
The warm air that was hastily passing the dungeon
Of thick scrub where the quivering grasses blushed.

The last flickering of Sun vanished and it was time.
Darkened, It was time for hunting and to be hunted.
The primordial cycle of hunt began in a raw chime
Of survival for the fittest. All hunt now enchanted.

Night here is so horrifying, even the Breeze dares
To sound its airy hum. Predators roam everywhere.
From the high branches, dark caves, dark soil-crater
And thick bushes, the primordial Eye of Death stares.

The Primordial creatures trample, fly, glide, clutch
With their teeth, claws, peaks soaked in the blood.
Creatures perish, new creatures emerge here in such
A world of Hunters, Hunted. All wander like cloud.


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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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Female of nature

I couldn't sleep all night for the for the sound that came
The sound of footsteps on the forest path
I bounced up from my bed and looked through the window
And there came the smell of fresh forest earth
But I sow no one in the lonely meadow
Where the thick grown grass quench their thirst
From the motherly lake who is never tired
She flows with the breeze and kisses the crust
There was some thing about the woods that they pretended
But no one there and the sound never ended

Up comes the sun with the news of the day
But I haven't got a moment's sleep
That sound of footsteps had come all the night
As the stars had disappeared and the daylight creeps
I opened the door and stepped outside
Closer to the nature who changes all the time
Through the path and into the woods
In the darkest morning with its earliest sight
I went deeper and deeper; left and right
In search of the one whose footsteps I heard
Suddenly I sow a footstep on grass
Drawn as if it belongs to them

Than I understood who she is
She is the one who is nature herself
I looked at the clouds and saw her eyes
And felt her lips where the rosy sun rises
I felt her call deep into my heart
I ran and ran on the damp forest earth
Then I found her fingerprints drawn on a tree
On the softest mosses that shakes with the breeze
As I went deeper and deeper I found out
Somebody had gone through the wild grasses
They’re shaking with the scent of wild flowers (she has kept)
And the scent is coming from every place she has stepped

Suddenly I felt a motion in my right
And saw the bushes that were still shaking
I ran past them towards their motion
Is this the truth or just a fiction?
My heart is telling me that I shall find out
I'm going, I'm going, I'm still going deeper
I'm hearing, I'm hearing, I'm hearing her call
Where I heard the sound of a water fall
Then I saw the girl who is sitting with the flowers
And put out her green eyes, so clean, so bright
I stood spellbound to see the beauty she holds
But then she startled and went out of sight

Never and never and never will she come  
To the world of ours, to the brick build culture
I cannot tell more even if you insist
She'd live in her home as long as it exists


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Exhalted

I saw the Sun and the Moon take a stance in the universe.
And an unknown Star placed over them was put in charge.
The whole entire inhabitants scattered themselves at large.
And all the lands and seas became separated by a diverse.
 
The Sun Shined brightly in the west never to set in a curse.
The Moon gleamed fully bright to the east as the surcharge.
The door had been widely opened and many came by barge.
The stress was great because the world went into a reverse.
 
Fate and destiny was being dished out like a deck of cards.
Skies lit up and the Stars came back out like never before.
And the palm trees took up to the seas like standing guards.
And from this stemmed growth from that one opened door.
 
The Sun and Moon are exalted above and beyond you all,
And so is the Star in charge of those that flaw in its thrall.
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich 2008


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Blue Red - Haiku

     Blue Red – Haiku


Waves turn the day’s sea

Sun sets, burns on horizon

One blue, other red


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The night is my serpantine

All lairs are asleep
The night's my serpantine
When the sun goes down
They let out a breath
Stirring in my blood
Begging for a kill
There's a wolf in my veins
Howling to get out

Roaring of the wild
Taste of deamons wine
Down between her thighs
Road to sweet escape
Cloud of angel dust 
Above my head
I've got seconds to spare
By the heaven's gate

All lairs are asleep
The night's my serpantine
When the sun goes down
They let out a breath
Stirring in my blood
Begging for a kill 
There's a wolf in my veins
Howling to get out.


Details | Free verse | |

Prince of Pride

Prince of Pride

Winter one
You never flee the cold
But stay boldly on---

Dare the Hawk
into the
     black days of December

Foolish sometimes
   In his bravery
   Lovely always
             mirrors any man adored

Bird on a bender....
Strutting the fjord. 

Brilliant blue unending
pearl kissed Head
       Cocked in splendor

Starlit eyes 
                   Flashing 
  
            Forward
 moving
                    to a beat hop beat
                                   unheard but to your love

    swiftly   now                   
      a 
jay-hop 
at a time .

Eager nimble Eager
Sensuous
Flicking tail

Searching
Beat hop beat

Each 
snow-step hop step
 
Woos his lover’s spring songs
          Closer.
Snow
Eyes
Flutter

Fresh-snow blink flutter

Blink once
Blink-twice again
                  

Flawless.
                     Bold and sexy.

Without a doubt-- 
Blue flame of sky
    You
         dare
           with every
                  blue- brash 
                            hop

 Arctic
Cowboy 
Sass  


Dawn breaks
Waking spirits of the day

Through Black- branched Trees
  the Sun shrieks
with
Magic
Icy Claws
 
Torches your 
Jay
Bird head 

                      with Tundra Magic

            Shimmer Sun Shimmer
                  Sapphire Blue Shine 

                Cast a deadly shadow
            Spin Shadow Spin
         Spin  Around the World
Magic of all Magic called by name

              in Persia
       A Mighty Monarch
   Preening in a Peach Tree
              in the
        Heights of Glory
           The Defiant
      Prince of Peacocks
       Pride his Hubris 
       Struck by magic
          Tundra magic
             Tumbles
               Dying
            Screeching 
               to the
                Dirt


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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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The Eclipse

Silent Circles
Suspended in light
Spiraling eloquence
Reflecting the night

In a dance
One shadows
Then becomes
shadowed
Circling each other
Within passions
sight

Ruling sun rays
Line them up
Like an audience
A troop 
Circling as One

With haloed
shoulders
We mask the solitude
‘Neath the starry
valence
Of night
Oceans waving 
Conjoined in balance
Of their ever
enlightened might

Life is
As a grand eclipse
Fleeting moments
Waltzing
Around the sun.

Once shadowed
We forever shadow
Dancing
Till morning’s dawn

To and fro we sway
Dancing with words
We say
Living eclipsed
As one….


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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 | Narrative | |

Searching

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.
 


Details | Free verse | |

Ancient tongue of Frontier

Society's numb tongue
Underwent, undergone
The riptide pulls my feet
By hypnosis and brackish replete

Our politics paraded in the streets
We were there to please
Grounded still at the round table
Forging letters for keepsake
So families could be kept tight

Although at nude beaches, anarchists ran
Poised and laughing at the dull face
Of a monarchy solemnly rejoiced
The sand and sun were for everyone

American boys on the skull trapping frontier
Tapped the essence of mainline
Those wild, wooly inculpable fears
They rigged the order of moss and deer

So be it, we are ancient and modern
Atlantis, her watery sun beckons too
Casting mystery upon the waves
Soon to be searching our hidden Titanic 
While unearthing Catholic graves


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 | I do not know? | |

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 ...watch...in 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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UNTURNED STONES GATHERIGN IN MY SOUL

UNTURNED STONES GATHERING IN MY SOUL 
AS I WALK BACK HOME FEELING YOUR SMILE 
AS I GLIDE TO MY DOOR I WAIT IN STRIDE 
EVER AFTER BITTEN BY THE SUN 
SINGING THE PRAISE OF MY UN BEGOTTEN
LOVE AS DEEP AS THE SOUL WOULD SEE
AS SHALLOW AS THE SUN WHERE I SEE YOU PASS BY 
CAN I FEEL YOUR WARM EMBRACE 
OF PURE SPUN SNOW AS GOLD AS THE LACE 
SPINNING KNEELING FEELING YOUR PACE 
GASPING FOR BREATHE AS I FEEL YOU SHAPE
AS I SINCE ELAPSED AS I SEE YOUR FAITH UN BEGOTTEN 
SUN GIVE ME A GLIMPSE A TRACE AWAKEN MY SOUL 
UNTURNED STONE GATHERING A TRACE
MY LOVE MY LIFE IS LAST AT GLIMPSE
UNTOLD LOVE I SEE IN YOUR FACE
EVERAFTER I GLIDE BACK TO SLEEP
DEEPENED AS I FEEL YOUR TRACE
DEEPER HOTTER I CAN FEEL YOU ON MY FACE
BREATHE SO SHORT EVER TELL ME 
MY LOVE CAN I SEE YOUR FACE 
STONE UNTURNED DEEP WITH IN MY SOUL
LOVE HAS LEFT WITHOUT A TRACE


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June-uary

june-uary
where we still have to 
cover up our little dairy airys

can't open the windows
for in fear of it still may snow

but it did reach ninety eight in may
but soon how it went away

now nights reaching for that extra blanket
as temputures hits the low double digits

waking up to morning dew
butterflies can't and won't even land and chew

clouds of mattered grey
just won't let the sun come out to play

just raindrops tapping on my window
as the fury wind whips and blows

cotton balls fluttering thru the air
hearing aw choo's everywhere

not sure if the sun will ever shine
or if the temputures will get out of their binds

for I know july is right around the corner
and I want to be able to celebrate with other horner's

so june-uary please turn your other cheek
and return our sun for which we seek






Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Sonnet | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Moon's Revenge

The sun is rising in the sky, such a beautiful sight,
He came with no warning and stole the day from night.
With his coming birds did sing, clouds dissapeared, and bells did ring,
The dogs did bark, people spring, what a glorious thing.
Happiness in the world today in man and beast the same,
Men and women working while their children are playing games.
Throughout this wonderful day joy turns to sorrow,
For they all know and fear what comes before tomorrow.
The vengeful moon and her creatures of the dark,
Cat eyes glow green, and bats flutter in the park.
Werewolfs and vampires, witched and wizards,
owls and snakes, coyotes and lizards.
She comes almost unnoticed, and attacks him from behind,
Knocks the sun from the sky and takes her place in time.
If tomorrow he decides he should come and rise again, 
The vengeful moon shall return with her evil creatures of sin.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Wind of the Grasslands

The wind stampedes across the tundra like a herd of wild horses

Rising and falling at every role of a hill

Sweeping acros the land erasing the slightest trace of a living creature

The animals huddle toether to escape the haunting lashes of the wind

The wind whips into the faces of those left out as though it were the mane of a wild horse

Howling moans come from the small clifts as the wind flys over it's edge

The sky darkens as the wild free wind gallops across the prarie

The sun slowly fades in the fast moving clouds that are tormented by the wind

Drops of rain start to fall like descending angels

More and more angels drop from the heavens

Lightening flashes and thunder cracks

Small animals scurry down their holes as the wind moves faster

Suddenly the sun breaks forth

And the storm is gone more quickly than it came

Like a spooked herd of horses the wind races off to the unknown


Details | Rhyme | |

Heart Upon the Water

the sun shines 
threw the dark clouds
onto the lake 
making an impression to the world 
a heart it shows 
as the sunlight glows 
from the dark sky onto the ocean’s beach 
this heart is out of reach
it looks nice from the shore
try to catch it, you won’t 
it’s a heart that will never be touched
by a man or by any human hand 
it will never stay 
as the night turns into day 
this is something far out of reach 
a lesson this heart will teach 
chase it if you wish 
this love is a fetish
swim after it if you may
this heart will never stay
as the night turns into day  


This poem was inspired by the sun shinning threw a heart shaped hole in the 
clouds casting a heart upon the water


Details | Ballad | |

THE SOUTH WIND PRINCE

Soft golden hair, 
the wind, so fine 
The sun does always shine, 
on a Prince, so fine 

Soft blow , 
through cupped hands 
The warm wind, 
spreads it's light 
through the lands 

The Prince of the South Wind............ 
The crown ,like the sun 
Gold and bright, 
lives in South land light 

Warm and light so, 
The Faeries did follow......... 
Bathed the Prince, 
in golden glow 

He walked on through , 
the walled garden too 
Passed the sundial, 
to the Great Hall 
To see the Tapestries........ 
To sit a while............. 

The sun shone 
on the Great Hall 
Golden light did fall 
on the Princes's hair 
The wind ,so fair 

The Faerie tapestry 
especially welcoming 
Tiny glowing lights found 
On the Princes's crown 

The Prince had great love inside 
for, within the castle wall 
What he loved most of all 
The Flower Princess 
Whom he wanted as his bride 

For the wind, 
warm and light 
Flowers on a breeze 
Such colour,so bright 
The scent, 
a delight 


Details | Ballad | |

Exploring a Mystery!

 Exploring a Mystery!
   
 
Your smile
Brings the warmth of the sun to my heart
When we are apart
It is you I think of in blissful memory 
for the rest of my days.

Your hair unfurled 
In golden locks of glorious disarray
As the sun shines upon you.

Your eyes inviting
As we frolic near the water stream
Nearer you come to me
Beaming
Shining
Your beauty Blinding
Blinding you may be I cannot help but be
Hypnotized by your captivating beauty
I must have you...My heart pounds like a 
drum. Happines has entered my life.

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn 
 
 


Details | Terza Rima | |

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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Who killed The Phoenix?

I died today 
the blood stained the streets, 
I rotted away in the sun 
mangled in a pile. 
I remember it 
The way he shot me in the face 
spit on my back 
and then walked away 
nonchalant and innocent, 
like I had it coming. 
I had it coming; yeah 
I had escaped the dungeon for this. 
I had wrestled with the words long enough 
to die again today 
to long for the cemetery and be placed in the jaws 
of my lonely grave. 

I died today 
the day I was born this morning, 
the sun soaked up the sweat left open my brow 
and the blood drained into the streets 
congealed to dry 
he must have had it coming 
said the officer at the scene of the crime 
and I remember it like it was yesterday 
even though I died tonight. 

I read your words 
and they consumed me 
your craftsmanship evaded my questions 
and this provoked me 
I put the book down and the gun was in my face 
we went outside danced in the lights of the stars and street lights 
and then he shot me 
and I died. 

The pin stripes 
the top hat 
this meant nothing. 
The engagement ring, the letter to myself 
the judgement day should never have looked like this 
and that’s how it happened 
the last dance 
my dieing wish fulfilled 
nothing made sense 
nothing mattered 
no rage. 
 Just sadness 
total oblivion 
he did not know who I am 

I am the phoenix 
I will wake up tomorrow 
and I will be back. 
Choking on the ashes of an unkept promise 
I will be bragging the compromises to you my dear 
I will be throwing the flames from my mouth this time around 
I will be painting memories for us to part 

I died today different from all the others 
but this matters not to me 
with no secrets left to tell. 
I died today 
will die again tomorrow 
I am used to it 
it hurts this way 
but I’m starting not to mind. 

You will die today 
I have learned I will avenge my death 
I have learned to survive 
I have learned to delved deeper into your everyday 
and pull out your soul 
rip it to shreds and gnash my teeth 
tear you to bits 
pull me from you 
pull me from you 
it means nothing 

I'm trying to tell you 
I'm fine today 
but was reborn today 

Numb


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Sun Still Sleeps

Once again the sun still sleeps
I haven't slept well for about two weeks
Its not here, the dark is haunting me,
I fear the the sun is taunting me.
Why must the sun still be in hiding?
How long will it be gone?
Where could it be?
Why is the sun asleep?

There is no light
Everything is pitch-black,
All the surroundings are completely dark,
The electricity does not give enough light,
All the demons seem as if they will stay,
They have not yet gone away,
Not last week, and not tomorrow,
When will the sun come out and end my sorrow?

The sun still sleeps,
The dark is making me weak,
Why isn't there any light?
Can we flee the dark when time brings night?
I'm not sure if the sun ever will rise,
Maybe it's just hidden from my eyes,
I never realized how much I would miss the sun,
But for now, the sun still sleeps....


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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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The Fall Sun

The sun is magnificent in the western sky tonight
As amber hues are cast upon the southbound road
A beauty of light descends upon this body of land
Stories of a more beautiful sunset can never be told.

I sit here entranced by the brilliance, the brightness,
Allowing myself to take refuge in the haven of light.
Knowing, saying, that there’s nothing more wonderful
Then the passing of day as the sun says goodnight.

I sit in wonder as the sun bows down into slumber.
Just what it will the bright orb bring, tomorrow, for all?
For now, though, I will take pleasure in the knowing
Of the sun’s radiance, it’s beauty, this warm night in Fall.