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Details | Acrostic | |

Multiverse

Moon and Earth whirl in tidal-locked harmony
Undulating across onyx skies and blazing stars.
Lunar pantomime of the galactic waltz
Tripping the light fantastic for millennia.
Invisible spectrums radiate in undying waves
Vibrating, scattering throughout the cosmos.
Eons of celestial biorhythms aggrandize
Reaching beyond the limits of philosophy.
Stellar forces nudge all creation ever onward
Expanding into vast oceans of the cosmic void.


Details | Free verse | |

Discovery

  i cannot count enough stars 
   to tell how many shine in your eyes 
     nor can i gather into one 
     the brilliance of the sun 
      that your warmth brings 
       though the sun and stars pass 
        beyond and beyond 
         all things that last 
          i'll meet you in that discovery


Details | Rhyme | |

Earthly Colors

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom from the Wall

Clouds unite
they end all fight
darkness prevails
the bride with no veil
to see with no eyes
why do we despise
as the world does turn
our minds they do churn
thinking too much
my mind loses clutch
and the wall does grow
so high i cannot throw
my words at your mind
they fall short then behind
frustration sets in
as the sun goes to fin
the darkness will win
not i as this is my sin
i will glance with no stare
find the pain that is there
and the wind will be fair
as it carries my prayer
one day you will feel
what i meant to steal
as the darkness will peel
my pain from this real
communicate i cant
i try but its faint
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i cannot regain
i want to show the day
that the sun will remain
as the clouds unite
they don't end all fight
it is i that must cite
it is i that must fight
for only i can prevail
only minds can grow stale
if not used you will trail
if not used you will fail
if not seen its your grail
if not noticed your in hell
i will try to tell all
i must try to not fall
only you will be seen
in my eyes of ever clean
that the tears will one day fall
down my cheek in all glory
as they will be of not pain
but rejoice as i gain
and rejoice we shall reign
to the water of no shame
as i finally can blame
no one else for my rain
and all the world will see
it was i that was freed
it was i with no creed
that was released to bleed


Details | Lyric | |

Moon Dance

The waves slide over the shore
Leaving tiny, squiggly trails
The moon and sun battle for the sky
And the big, bright moon prevails.
The beach is shrouded in darkness
Dimmly lit by only one light
That dances through the undertow
Marching its way through the plight.
A stencil of gray laces the sky
Creating a vision of death
Slowly overcoming the shore
'Til it takes its last breath.
The ocean itself which had once held
So much life in its depths
Has become drowned in its own contents
It is meeting its own death.
A storm lashes its way
Solmnly across the sky
To make room for what will unleash
That will cause the very moon to cry.
Dancing and waltzing across the shore,
The moon sadly turns away
She can't bear to see her ocean like this
And witness it going astray.
With one, final, swift motion, 
She casts her love out to sea
The love she held deeply for her ocean
The world, and all her countries.
She makes her way back to where she belongs
And lets the sun take over the sky
I didn't, in all my years,
Think I would ever see the moon cry.
But she shed those tears so bravely
And dried them so nonchalant
She turned and made her way back to the sky 
Like it was something she could never want.
The moon had lost the battle
And, defeated, began to fade away
Then the sun began to dance, too
To celebrate a brand-new day.



 










Details | Crystalline | |

WHATEVER HAPPENS LIFE HAS TO MOVE ON

THE SUN IS RISING BREAKING THE DAWN
SPREADING HIS HANDS ON THE WRITING DESK

THE CLOCK IS SCREAMING WAKING US UP
FULLFILLING IT’S YESTERDAY ASSINGED JOB

THE CALENDAR IS CALLING TO LOOK AT IT
MENTIONING THE NEXT 24 HOURS OF OUR LIFETIME

THE FLOWER IS SMILING WITH CHARM
EVEN AFTER KNOWING IT WOULD DIE THAT DAY

ONE MAYBE STANDING INFRONT OF THE CLASS
WHERE THE OTHER GET APPLAUSE BY TEACHER

ONE MAYBE PROMOTED AS THE TEAM LEADER
WHERE THE OTHER GOT FIRED BY THE MANAGER

ONE MAYBE IN 1ST POSITION IN BIKE RACING
WHERE THE OTHER IS IN ICU BY BIKE ACCIDENT

ONE MAYBE IN SAFER SIDE DURING EARTHQUAKE
WHERE THE OTHER IS RECOVERING FROM THE LOSS

ONE MAYBE LUCKY ENOUGH TO ENJOY TRUE LOVE
WHERE THE OTHER IS STRUGGLING TO EXPRESS IT

ONE MAYBE TRANSFERRING LUMPS OF BLACK MONEY
WHERE THE OTHER IS SAVING FOR DAILY BREAD

WE MAYBE THE ONE OR THE OTHER
FOR EVERYONE THE SUN RISES BREAKING THE DAWN
WHATEVER HAPPENS LIFE HAS TO MOVE ON…


Details | Epic | |

Scent of Paddy Flower

Scent Of Paddy Flower

                                   By Goutam Hazra

           1
Reminiscence

My father told me 
first time 
I was just a boy then,
“Follow the scent of paddy flower
move with the wind it carries,
surely you will go to heaven.”

I remember
he would catch 
fistful of wind
bring near to my face
and wonder,
“Isn’t it godly!”

Magically, opened his hand
but I never felt
what scent he meant.
            
             2
Days of kind rain

“Son, see the misty wind
rushing all over the paddy field
comes every year
to drink the scent of paddy flower.”

Mere as a boy
I could see only
tides of a green plane
touching my little finger
and racing far… too far.
I would ask  
“Where have they gone?”
Smiled my father 
and said
“Did not you listen,
they are going to heaven,
call the goddess then,
‘come goddess dear’
we all are ready with paddy flower.”




Curious was my face,
“Papa, then?”

“Goddess will arrive smiling
her feet will be here
there
everywhere.
Seeing a pot in her hand
all those paddy flowers
delighted, will open their mouth more wider
and life will be poured…”

“Where these flowers come from?”

Remained my father smiling
speaking all his mind
looking high at sky
asked me to see there
spoke he again.

“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
on the first day of its shower
kind rain would ask me to come here
with bagful of paddy seeds,
‘let seeds be spread all over,
let its eternal relation with soil
be the fertilizer’
when all said is done
waiting rain 
starts showering its kind
make visible hiding life in the abyss of seed.
Happy wind changes color
being green all around
waits for the day
when the wind would smell the scent of paddy flower.”

Days passed by,
kind rain was still in waiting
sometimes hidden beyond horizon
or simply making sun blind with its smoky face
and whenever wind said,
‘Dry I’m now’
quenched the thirst.

Someday wind played naughty with sun
asked kind rain to make it misty
and with brushes of sun rays 
painted a rainbow on the face of east sky.


Wait was over
green field blossomed with flowers
and wind said,
“Fill in my heart
with scent of flower
I shall bring life…”

Happy was my father’s voice
“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
said so
green wind brining life 
did so
scent of paddy flower
is made so.
Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
kind rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”
           
             3
Cruel entropy

How old was I then
nine or ten
my father looked up
up to the sky
again and again
for a month long
only to see 
change of sky’s color
from the color of a summer day to a long humid night.
Dry wind cried at last
over my father’s sweating body
“Rain, rain O kind rain, where have you gone.”

One day sudden
kind rain came again.
Cried to my father
“Why no green wind came this year
from ocean 
to bring me here.
Desert wind why
dry my breath
seeds you have sown
how could I then
enliven with my rain.”

Question 
many question
my father had asked the rain.

Short-lived, hurried rain could spell its last breath,
“I am not that rain 
as was your friend,
I am the curse of dying forest
I am the ghost of all pollution
I am born out of acid weather…”

Who knew, it left for where?

My father cried 
As kind rain left him alone
hiding in a dry wind’s bone.

My father was still
going every morning
asking the soil
in vain
if soil could alone
make the paddy flowers to be born.

Year passed by,
came back the time, 
for green wind to bring kind rain.

Rain came one day.

But why
as a cloudburst
treacherous
roaring always
pouring unwanted
like an unkind monster
flooded misery
in the life of a simple farmer?
           
            4
Relinquishment

Dumb remained my father
for days together
sad was his voice at last,
“Run away, son, run away from here,
sky rain wind
river village land;
thread of this garland
who cuts it
go, stop now there hand.”

Draught and flood,
uncertainty of life 
changed my mind 
as of a farmer’s son.
Books, studies and education
reasons, truth and compassion
might have had fulfilled my father’s mission.

But… 
Does not this civilization
converts us 
as the products to do more production.
Run, run and run 
run ahead of time
let be it, at the cost of inhaling killer tension,
stress taking  over your life.
Insomnia, cholesterol or cynicism
is our success’s companion? 
‘A’ is shaped as ‘B’
and ‘B’ is sold as ‘C’.
Modification
innovation
sophistication
but I found the basic
what it remain
as life’s supreme conviction 
‘simply a fist full of paddy
and its grain’.

             5
Scent of life

So here, I am again
standing in front of this green plane
searching for the shadow of my father.
Green wind surrounds my existence
I can see the dance of those bunches.
My mind whispers to my ear
echoes those words of my father, 
“Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”

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




















Details | Quatern | |

Round and round

Quatern

Round, and round

Round and round, and round it goes
Circles everywhere
Every mystic always knows
This he always tries to share

Life, it goes in circles too
Round, and round, and round, it goes
It don’t mater what you do
That’s the way that all life flows

This be the way that we do grow
The seasons move in circles too
Round, and round, and round it goes
My friends, and really so do you

The moon and sun and everything
They move in circles don’t you know
Those circles back each thing will bring
Round, and round, and round it goes

19 November 2014


Details | Narrative | |

The Median Death of the Red Delicious

“God bless us all when the door is shut behind us, 
only then will we breathe our first breath,
and awake 
from the long dream…”


Forging past the indisputable summit onto the 
shelf of the perfect medium (ah, ‘tis noble here!)
he sits, contemplating his balance. He does not sweat. 

The winds breath breaks upon his predestined neck, 
bestowing the gift of lily white scent upon a lapel that’s 
stiff, yet pliable – just stiff enough. A 72 degree sun 

shines its neutrality, (fueling his desire for nothing at all, 
just the concept of sun giving heat, like a heartbeat, 
unnoticed in its certainty) upon his stagnant face. 
He is wearing his favorite pants (soft, worn jeans with 

a little give, but not enough so that he forgets to hold 
in his stomach), and from the ample pocket, he takes 
an apple. It is a Red Delicious. Not quite living up to its 
name, but unassuming and secure in its redness – he eats. 

It’s not the best apple he’s ever had, but its good enough. 
The vultures, native to this coveted desert waste circle, 
vying for the core of his Non-Delicious, yet edible fruit. 
And as he Bites into the last white taste of just fine, a glint 

of sunlight flashes briefly – like infinity within dreams, 
off of the vultures black eyes. And all at once he knows – 
everything is. The death birds orbit the terracotta desert 
peek (red and inviting in its dry and unforgiving reality), 

the bird turns away so fast after catching his eye, 
he forgets that he’d ever seen its pulsing recognition. 
The forgettable sunset mollifies him - sedates him,
pacifying his every forgettable non-movement.

It is then, when the last dripping light of day descends 
behind the obvious rock mount; the definite edge 
of darkness falls. Shadows creep slowly and quickly
across the terrestrial rock spine, (engulfing its redness

in its totality) leaving just the remnants of burgundy
skin between yellowing teeth, and a deafening black desert. 
As the sound of raucous wings and ripping jeans dominates
the guttural desert - the vultures take their coveted prize.


*Reposted for Deborah's Something Wicked This Way Comes, Wickedness Contest. :)


Details | Cowboy | |

On Juno Ranch, A Cowboy's Day

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

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

     Ride 'em Pancho!


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


Details | 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 | 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 | Sonnet | |

TRAVELLER

As i traverse, never know when my sun will retire wholly
  As its gaze bump on whole, to split out my knight errant shadow,
Dusty and encrusted sole of mine, wild creatures hum their pitying elegy like a widow  While colourful grasses rest on their sandy and muddy couch delightfully.

The cloud coming with veiled complexion, my sun must go into bed, 
 The moon surfacing, the exact time for shadowy walkers,
Might stop in your hut to taps your wood like woodpeckers,  
Chide me not, don't let your eyes go red.

For, that which comes to a man goes to another man 
Maybe whirl whirl like wind or yours drizzle drizzle like rain, 
Which thou cannot trick upon, as thou lives among human
For, mankind race is a journey to the same terrain.

For traveller am i since birth put me on 
 Chide me not away, nor my time sit upon.


Details | Free verse | |

Holding The Sun

I grew up in a place I didn't want to be
Became someone that i knew i didn't want to be
Society grabbing me by the throat telling me to be me
But who are they to say that I should be what is not me?
Catastrophe shaking this world, leaving fault lines at the finish line
Scarred for what we have to look forward to
You can't put your soul on hold for all your past pretensions
Earthquakes changing the course of continuation
Throwing vibes from left and right
Hitting the pedal to ignite
What imperial dilemmas that arise from such despise
From what i know i'm just another reflection of disguise, who am i?
Those that float around with no worries in the world,
Don't care about the money, all they've got is what's gold
The people who kill, for power and respect
Dont realize what is out there is what's in the next step
And it's all in their head
We've got all of eternity
The tower of destruction that'll set us all free
Cause in the end we always find that there's another place to be;
physically or mentally.
People walking around with frowns carved into their faces
I wonder if theyll ever look up and see that they've been going places
All along, 
Giving up falling down through the cracks of the ground
They're at fault for all loss that was among their own soul
Oh, its a cold world
As it slowly turns, im watching the clock tick as i feel the room burn
And its funny, that people try to play the game of constant manipulation,
Repeated deification.
Thinking they were born alive, but really,
They were only born to die.
No not everyone lives under the sun these days
A lot of those that fear thy own will fall pale in the shade
Under a dead willow
How we all want the sun because it's here for a reason
We all expect it to invest in the seasons
The government work of treason,
Throwing ropes to pull it down
Making this place so much hotter than it was when underground
I can't stand to be bothered by the burn that it's put on my wrist
From slamming this door shut, we've got to put an end to this
We're destroying what's inside ourselves cause of things on all the shelves
Yet he destroys, and he breaks, so we build
They take the money, and we run it while they kill
Although it's kinda funny that the state depends on pills,
I'll hold the sun and run away from all that's real.


Details | Free verse | |

Shadow

Shadow of a butterfly reaching through the light shining 
Through transparent window panes.
The shadow of me hiding in the shade casted
By the wall beneath the sill.

Sunlight of this evening lighting up my bedroom,
Helping me to see my surrounding.
Sunlight of this day, for me, it was brightly burning,
All while bicycling home.

Shadow of a bird symbolizing flying and basking
In the sun, which soothes my pains.
The shadow of me concealing itself and fasted
Inside my head as I sit still.

Rays of a sunset touching the glass, illuminating
The colours and the wall.	
Rays of a sunrise waiting for night to pass, wishing
To shine so I may finally roam.

Shadow of a cage: this window the only thing
Keeping me as solitary as I can be.
The shadow of me welling up deep within,
Descending into sorrow.

Light of the sun embracing countries, forever travelling.
Sunrise awaiting my horizon.
Light of the sun reminding me how
There will be a day of my dream coming true.

Shadow of the blue twilight gently glowing
Throughout this room where I am free.
The shadow of me restlessly reflecting
Upon thoughts of the days beyond tomorrow.

Sunshine everyday warmly reassuring
That it will always shine on through.
Sunshine everyday piercing
The gray clouds of any day.

Shadow of thoughts filling
My mind with a saddening realization.
The shadow of me is suddenly being embraced,
My Sun ensuring in time I will attain all I’ve dreamed.


Details | Classicism | |

The Traveler

Wherein upon a darken road

the path by which the traveler trode

there amongst the guileless snow

Alighten by moonlight’s o’er throw


Lost among the recurring trees

On last breath, and on his knees

He took into him the cold grey night

His death foreseen in by a distant light.



On he slipped into humble death

Absolving life in shallow breaths

His eyes turned to the swollen moon

Knowing death was all too soon.



O’ here upon a darken road

Amongst the trees and pallid cold

He met the Maiden in mortal form

Her eyes alight and pale skin warm.


Her hair was gold as the finest thread

On her feet she lightly tread

To gather him up in her grace

She kissed him lightly o’er his face.



‘O’ little child, O’ mortal man’

She whispered light as angels can

‘Be now still and close thy eyes,

I’ve come to sever your earthly ties’



And when he gave a mournful sigh

His body quiet in the snow-bank lye

The Maiden took his ghostly hand

To lead him to the spirit’s land.



Away there from the darken road

The Maiden and a spirit trode

Away from a man, dead in the snow

Past the yew in ancient row.



‘O’ gentle Lady, O’ gentle bride,

Whilst you stay here by my side?’

And then she turned her face to him

To him she looked, her lips drawn grim.


‘Alas, my love, my belov’d man,

Only to your destiny that I can,

Yet after that you start anew,

But always know my love is true!’



And there he kissed her, his spirit guide

And silent they went, side by side

Through the night and then through light

Until the sun did grant them sight.



By morning in another land

When now the earth was made of sand

She said goodbye, and left his side

For back again, the road she’d ride.



His eyes he closed, deathly tight

To shade him from a radiant light

And there he lay, a new born babe

Early born to greet the day.



Aye, he heard the Maiden say

Whispered in his ear this day

‘Yet after this you begin anew,

But always know my love is true!’



‘For today for you, my little one,

The sun has risen brightly shone,

And thus shall eternity, it will repeat,

For the human spirit, yet incomplete. . .’


Details | I do not know? | |

Mankinds "Friendship"

The dagger of mankind enters my chest

I feel the burn as the flesh is torn open

My insides churn and reveal themselves

As if I am giving birth and mankind is the father

The holy ghost will laugh as this is happening

The spirit of evil embraces tears of his own

These tears are true tears only he feels my pain

He feels the same pain I feel, as he was cast away

Mankind and the ever loving Lord of Light turned their back on him

Evil was shunned and left to die, just as I was

The great villian of time, Mr.Einstein was shunned 

This rage fueled him to disrupt the time continuim

As he did to "Old Science", I do to mankind

All I did was speak the truth

The one crying for me now is my only true friend

We have gone to war together without knowing it

Columbus was alone when he wanted to disrupt philosphy

He was alone when he fell off this flat earth

Disrupting the peonic views of "mankind" and paving ways for today

Just as the sun rotated around these same idiots that judge me

Mankind is not ready for the truth that I speak

Only few have heard my words and sought after the truth

Now the sun no longer rotates around the bigotry of man

It rotates around me.......

So enter that dagger into my chest

And thrust it as hard as you can

Join hands with one another to make sure you drive it in

For this is only time that you come together to accomplish

As I await my only tearing friend to take me away from you

My tears I shed are for him....but they are of joy and need

I need his friendship, for it is truth, unlike mankinds........

Forget Ugly Causes Kreating My Anemosity Nor Killing In Near Demons


Details | Rhyme | |

Rain And Sun

 The rain fell down hard yesterday. 
 Did Your anger provoke that display? 
 Did I do something so terrible? 
 The weight of sin is much less bearable. 
 Does the pounding, relentless rain 
 fall upon the righteous the same? 
   
 The sun shines today so freely. 
 Are You quite pleased with me? 
 Or are these the same rays that touch the evil? 
 Is Your grace so great to conquer the devil? 
 You woo sinners with gifts small and great. 
 You love us to death, crucifying hate. 
   
 Rain or sun? 
 What have we done? 
 Not of our merit, 
 but by Your Son. 
   
 Rain and sun are both gifts. 
 It's just a matter of perception shifts. 
 Both are needed to survive. 
 Lo, and behold, when both collide! 
 Put them together, witness a promise. 
 The sun through the rain isn't hard to miss. 
 Look at the sky. Smile as it hits. 
 With childlike innocence, a rainbow sits!


 by Juliet Ligon
 Motif: spiritual


Details | I do not know? | |

THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Narrative | |

The Countryside

Born beneath the misty hills
In a world that silently heals
Where lush greenery blooms in abundance
Adorning the apple trees with magical essence.
 
As the rising sun lights up the eastern sky,
Children run towards the apple trees with dreamy eyes.
Their rosy cheeks resemble ripe apples
And they run around the countryside sprinkling seeds of love.
 
The golden rays of the sun settle upon the tranquil hills
And illuminate the hearts of a flock of sheep.
As they bathe in the holy sunlight
Purity rises up from their hearts and mingles with mist like a playful dove.
 
As the evening sets in and the western sky turns orange,
Peacocks start dancing to the tune of dew
And innocent squirrels hug the moist bluebells and daffodils gracefully
Glorifying the colourful  countryside with sheer genuineness.
 
When the night grows in a sincere way,
The moons and stars gather above the countryside.
Endowed by their enchanting light,
Angels come down to the countryside sailing on blissful winds.
 
Angels visit a celebrating waterfall
Which murmurs its own heartfelt rhythm.
They open the doors of their soul
And transform the heartfelt rhythm into lullaby.
 
Angels fly around and sing the lullaby in their divine voices,
Blessing the countryside to a peaceful sleep.
The angels knit the countryside with an aura of tenderness
And pay homage to her worth.


Details | Free verse | |

Clumsy Rocks Make Unsteady Roads

The sun and moon hid themselves
When evening came, 
The stars were
Too shy to light the night.
Yet I hear
The sweet fragrance
Of warm whispering flowers
And my ears and nose see,
Touch and taste
What
My eyes, hands and mouth
Cannot.
The sun and the moon
Showed themselves
When evening came
And the morning was
Just arriving.
The solid stone
Of philosophy
Makes true and real
The lies of fantasy.
Clumsy rocks make unsteady roads,
And philosophy is an unsteady
Mental journey,
But truth is not its map.
If swallowed by darkness, 
The light does come again;
The flowers are sweet,
The rocks are solid, 
And truth breaks
False words.


Details | Verse | |

The Existence

An ocean view 
Sudden thoughts of death
Life is given through the form of every breath 
While air has its own properties
With no eyes legs or arms but travels magnificently
Who can realistically imagine the heat the sun gives from such distance
ITs presence, is so divine
Any closer the sun rays can shine 
It ill melt away all forms of life problems including what troubles the mind
Being alive is equipped with all sorts of behavioral tendencies
Plants use oxygen to release 
Water helps rocks increase
Humans rely on each other to teach
Being spiritual has nothing to do with an individual
Through belief faith is formed  
All physical properties witness the external treat of 
"It's Existence"
A Higher Power extremely gifted
Not by a talent inherited only 
Authentic  


Details | I do not know? | |

In This Black Twilight

    In the town of dust and fog, the bartenders are demigods.
    In the town of dust and fog, there is a drink they call the rising sun. Why they call
this drink the rising sun, I do not know. The men who have imbibed this drink, they say it
glitters like gold in the belly. But the men who have imbibed this drink, they sweat and
spit and pick the lint from their bellybuttons as their tired, tired eyes fight and fight
and fight against the darkness of the corner in the bar where they waste away their days,
hearing the same songs of the same black-vested piano-man night after night after night
after night.
    Their wives will tell you that they are mad, and their wives have given up on them.
    If you look carefully enough, you might see the gold-minted coins that glint from
their breast-pockets, and each day they decrease their numbers. If you look carefully
enough, you might see the pupils of the husbands of the rising sun shrink, shrivel, and
eventually be lost in the wide, wide white of their eyes.
    The husbands of the rising sun come and go, and always their drink is the same, and
always and everywhere they live and live and live and live until their eyes burst in a
black rainbow of blood and iris. There is no noise. There is no death. Always, they are
still. Always, they are the same and their drink is the same.
    If you are wary, by night you might see the eyeless men, who crouch by threes in the
dust of the bar's doorway, and three always will pass between themselves the single, last
gold-minted coin. In that dusty shuffle, the lipless, nocturnal interchange from soul to
soul, you may see the holder of the coin, and you may see his lip-pursed grin, like a
single tooth biting its way across a blood-burned crescent moon.
    The men of the rising sun never smile. The men of the rising sun never change. They
drink by night, and by night the bartenders of the town of dust and fog are demigods, and
their single, shining eye is a pearl that pierces the darkness, and they are the servants
of all and they serve for all. And by night the men of the rising sun are masters of all
things and they do not dream. They never sleep. They say that they will never die.


Details | Ballade | |

Why would I swap

Why would I swap?

What have they, these men of wealth?
What could they give to me
I have the skies the clouds the rain
I have eternity 
For I would live within this now
Expecting naught at all
Because this world, all by itself
Is so, so beautiful.

I see them with their dull, glum faces
No hint of any smile
And yet I’m supposed to envy them!
With all their wealthy style
No belly laughter comes from them
Cause this be all dried up
As for the joys of life itself
They hardly fill the cup.

While birds are singing in the trees
And the stars shine bright at night
While the flowers smell so wonderful
And the birds give sweet delight!
Oh, I could go on all day long
Why would I want at all?
When my world is oh, so beautiful
And theirs seems oh, so cruel.

2 August 2013 @ 0740hrs.




Details | Free verse | |

My Shadow



Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.

No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.

Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.

All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.



Details | Sonnet | |

Granted and Given

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


Details | Rhyme | |

When The Sun Went Down

Eyes
That sketch the tunes that the pirates play
And as gypsies dance as the sun goes down
They rise

Eyes 
That keep the robes as soldiers fight
Then fight against the misty haze
But fearless as the jackal hound
Barks at the night as the sun goes down
They rise

But the stars of light with tears profound
They shed their light when the sun goes down


Eyes 
That pick the bones that  the eagles prey
And as bats in the field as the sun goes down
They rise

Eyes
That plot the tombs where prophets bled
Then mope around with demon craze
Seized by devils with eerie sound
That haunts the dead as the sun goes down
They rise

But the stars of light with tear profound
They shed their light when the sun goes down


Eyes
That sow the fields that the potters pay
And as mobs in the dark as  the sun goes down
They rise

Eyes
That wet their tongues their egos fed
Then singe their souls with mocking praise
And dub him king though rightly crowned
And pierce his head as  the sun goes down
They rise

But the stars of light with tears profound
They shed their light when the sun goes down


Eyes
That tread the path that the pilot lay
And as seed in the earth as the sun goes down
It dies

Eyes
That caught the scene no wholesome sight
Then glanced his stare his awesome gaze
But though he faint yet onward bound
Lifted up that night when the sun went down
He dies

But the stars of light with tears profound
They fled that night when the sun went down


Details | Free verse | |

pry the darkness from the sky

watch the moon in all its pure light
be engulfed by the night
no one knows what really causes it
only that it remains lit
but then the sun in its
heated embrace
takes the darkness to another place
rip it out from its corridors
and puts it into many lores
how often the moon tries
to cover the nights lies
then the sun it comes
to pry the darkness from the sky.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Mighty Power of JAH

He brings the stars out by number
As a shepherd calls out his sheep
By the power of JAH who never slumbers
But we're all fast asleep

He makes his sun to rise o'er head
The wicked and the good
And not the earth to spin instead
The way they say it should

The sun and stars move through space
Fifteen degrees an hour
The earth stands still in its place
By JAH's almighty power


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Zen Buddhist Bird

A Buddhist bird flies 
Under the eyes 
Of winter’s sun 
As I watch his flight 
Across a lonely wintry sky 
Gazing up 
At his long, long flight south 

He diverts himself 
From the chilly northern wind 
A wind 
That the sun cannot warm 

He diverts himself 
With a single thought 
As only a Zen Buddhist bird might do 
And asks 

What is the sound 
Of one wing flapping? 
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"the sound of one hand clapping"...(by J. D. Salinger) Thank you Leo