Like the sun awakened, from slumber grey
Blessing every tortured fray
embraced my soul, your glorious gaze
and set my lonely heart ablaze
like the sun amass a brand new morn
upon your whispered wind was born
our love, till endless ages sworn
like sun enveloped, rainy days
you devoured all my hopeless haze…
and since dost now my heart amaze
with joy and laughter, lifes’ rephrase
but like the sun,twas time to set,
now life dost seem just wretched fret
sunless days chase moonless night
drifting along alas lonely plight
A Godly gift you were to thee
rewarding every desperate plea
now I must sail amidst raging sea
blind to hithers destiny.
But I shall rise above the moon
Amidst the troubled waters swoon
For love like ours it strengthens mast
To ride relenting waters vast
Till time dost ask for my return
To the place my tethered soul doth yearn
And all my cares shall be set free
your womb my love this soul shall flee
where thine was always meant to be
in Heavens Grace… Eternally
Observe how the ants labor without a peep;
Note the fine artistry of the spider's web-spinning;
Who will wake the bear from his long winter sleep?
Stand in awe of the hummingbird flapping its wings;
Listen to the lovely melody the songbirds sing;
Watch the majestic hawks leave their nests and soar;
Bask in the rising sun's heat at the ocean shore.
An invitation into God's presence
comes from the sun, the creatures, and much more.
All of His creation emits His essence.
No. Silly humans and maybe silly ants.
So egotistical and naive to think we are the grand creation.
We live in a world where there is hope to sell as many people on the idea that they actually have all the answers.
If they are unable to find an answer nowadays it is assumed that well,
someone must know it.
Of course, this person must be wiser if they have the answer in mind.
Who knows how much cognitive dissonance leaks out of those who assume they could know everything if they wanted to, after all, a grand creation would hold the key.
What If someone who has not been deemed successful had the answer to their question?
They are simply not seen as wiser than the one who asks,
but merely, an uneducated soul.
They want you to give into your limits.
They want them to seep through to all who accept them in order to kill learning and thrive their tools to enslave.
We must have belief of one's self over open belief itself.
To be imaginative you must let your mind conjure all the possibilities.
Considering it all, willing to learn,
and your mind becomes an open feed to the energy of the evolution of thought.
To continuously learn you must be open to everything that may hold the possibility of truth.
How do you know that ant isn't your God, spying on you from the throne?
How can you possibly think you understand the difference between the microscopic to the non-comprehensive?
We are but an organic spec to the dominance of these barriers,
though they securely hold us to these realms.
We must soar past it and realize that we are not alone.
Next time you see someone looking down on those ants with their horrifying sense of might,
remind them, someone may be looking down on us with a sure tale of remarkable power in it's true form.
We must diminish our false sense of power and give way to sincerity to one another and allow ourselves to pick at each others brains in the hopes we learn as much as we can from this life to the next test.
I like to think that you may have started as a simple drop in the ocean and then you were set free into the eye of another.
And then a plant and then you died and so on until you found yourself here today.
Finally graduated to a human.
Perhaps it was the other way around and you have to learn what it feels like to go from the top all the way to the bottom.
Again and again until you learn what you're suppose to.
And then, you will be allowed to go home.
I do not know?
Summer fun in the glorious sunshine,
high spirits and glowing smiles.
Everything seems worth while. With
warm embrace upon you're face.
Summer is in full bloom, mother nature
she is exquisitely bliss in all colours of
flowers and upon butterflies wings and
many more marvellous things.
An uplifting feeling from an energising
sun, luminous green hills and a stunning
blue sky. Every colour so bold and brilliant.
This wondrous world is truly one in a million.
I know its the summer time because of how naturally
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree
I know her dance on glass at night
and how directs soul’s wounds to string
upon the nimbus raindrops cling
- prismatic moon of broken light.
Then she becomes faint shape to frame
her misty wander - face and faith
before the tears - beloved her wraith
pristine and fair her ancient name.
Lone garden’s sadness in her eyes
celestial blue - emerald coast
becomes her verse, solitudes’ host
and repercussions that incise.
She gallivants untimely role
(in void’s catastrophe stars glare)
soul dances in the scent of air,
evanescent the path of Sol.
She gallivants marginal dreams
and stars become far blinking smiles
how lonesome are the winter isles
and the ship’s frozen steel-made brims!
Descending light - circular flare
that fades away, beyond skylines
- erstwhile her soul shall sail on brines
evanescent celestial stare.
© G. V., 05-25-2013, All Rights Reserved
In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.
Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.
Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.
Devour yourself into the omniscient grip.
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.
It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud.
Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.
These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...
Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast,
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey.
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.
Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day.
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within.
Always ready for we accept our fear.
We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is.
No amount of doubts will over throw us.
Onward, to peace.
When improving upon the inner workings of your mind
and upon the realms within your body,
be sure not to lose your originality in the process
for it will become harder and harder to express yourself
and that in which you've improved upon.
Pride is a trap.
Simply be grateful for your attributes that make you amazing.
People make mistakes, people love and people hate.
Be free within; and the world will follow.
And as you find your flowers and swords crossed with others who do not see the beauty and infinite possibilities in you,
keep driving your soul to the beat of your sincerity.
Find your way out of the dark.
Don't ignore it, shed some focus on it, for it tells you all the ways you don't want the world to be.
There is something to be learned from everyone.
Express and listen with willingness to speak your mind to the death.
Beauty undefined until you crawl through all the cob webs with certainty.
Out of the dark; into bliss.
Peace and love bring us unity. Don't be afraid to hug my soul.
Love was as hot as a red moon.
Passion was on fire and was soothed.
A total lunar eclipse occurred on April 15.
The moon was coopery red.
The warmth of her blood was astrologically aligned.
Mother Earth was with her Sun God.
She stood majestically in his eyes.
The core of his being was a deep arousal of desire.
Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Sought the Red Moon via telescope,
a ritualized ceremony.
Sponsor: Dave Wood
Contest Name: RED MOON
It's easy to become lost in the idea that only things in life change you;
rather than you are always changing in your creation.
When you look at demons in the haze, marvel at the haze.
Demons are feeling homesick.
Be true to everything you are and thrive on.
We all have demons, it's up to you on what to do with those demons.
The most dangerous are the ones unknown.
She is herself. A beautiful demon; not hidden behind a shadow.
Her magic is infested in my desire.
She is beautiful for I can unravel her thoughts.
She expresses to me the words intertwined with my ambiguity.
Riddled with love; I sleep in her soul.
She is my butterfly in our cosmic cannibalism.
When the sun shines down unto me,
While the wind wildly combs my hair,
Does it mean God is all around me?
When the sun parts the clouds,
While the rays reach through the windows,
Does it mean God is watching over me?
When the sun pierces through the sky,
While the beams of light descend behind me,
Does it mean God is always with me?
When the sun shines down unto me,
While the wind wildly combs my hair…
Yes, it does mean God has and will always be there.
When the sun shines through the clouds,
While the rest of the skies are grim and grey,
Yes, it does mean God is sending a light of hope for me.
When the sun shines in the sky,
While the rain is descending from the clouds,
Yes, it does mean God has made me a promise.
When the sun clears the skies,
While the rainbow above me appears and fades,
Yes, it does mean God is always behind me, showing me the way.
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
A blinding sun had made her stare askance;
he walked the distance to converge his fate,
a swirling, laughing wind began to dance
and jokingly their lives to desecrate.
Replacing the six empty shells he turned
to see her worried glance beyond the blooms,
that innocent embellished unconcerned
the reckless, smiling braves aside their tombs.
The Smith and Wesson forty-fours then bucked,
she knew the blooming noon was ending fast
and nothingness neglected to obstruct
what fates adjudicated to recast.
She saw the brazen shells inside the dust;
monochromatic synthesis and hues
of sepia were blurring in the gust
that swirling sang their lonesome, Tombstone blues.
© 8/7/2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(I include a JPG image of the composition
on the "about the poem" page because my text spread folds.)
It was wonderment.
The mesmerizing expression rolled off her tongue in waves.
To my puzzlement I was in a state of allurement.
Her vibes were sent to me in soothsaying proportions.
It was almost trickery, but I knew where I was going.
To the festivity that arose in marvelous apprehension.
Thoughts intertwined with her perplexity.
Her magnetism pulled me into an eternal trance.
We floated into an elation of bewilderment.
Bygone indifference; we are one.
You are my goddess; ravishing, statuesque radiance.
Purely beautiful with a beautiful mind, heart and soul to match.
To my amazement I found her within.
She was snuggled in my organism.
Wrapped up in all of my thoughts.
She was warm.
I was connected with my wizardry.
She brought out the magic in me.
It was a prophecy.
To be told; never old.
We are undead together and full of life.
We are everything and nothing and everything in between.
And we are an incantation of youth.
We are; limitless.
Nonesuch bewitchment nor black art or ill will.
This was love as we hither to the schism of bliss.
Away with all devilry; we are galaxies of heavens in our oddity.
I hold you in my hands like a dragonfly who lets me.
My dragon with fire that doesn't burn me.
My butterfly who can hold my weight.
My sea in the snow; my fire in the haze.
My flowers in the dirt; my green in the concrete.
Sail through my eyes.
Bring me closer to another zenith.
Give me your endless sensual voodooism.
My muse I adore; forever more.
She has taken me to that statuesque radiance.
Suns ember through the tree.
Chakras blooming for spring.
Your hands are like sunshine that
warms the inner parts of my soul.
The rays warming my inner being,
keeps me thinking of how the colors
of the flowers are so vibrant and
powerful in their activity.
As the flowers dance in a slight breeze,
the sun gives way to darkness and the night sky embraces the stars so numerous,
so shiny, so many.
As the night fades, the sun warms the day,
The breeze picks up the flowers in a dance, and your hands warm my soul again,
with the rays from the suns warmth and the shadows of the colors show the love inside your touch.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
All poems are copyright!©
The sky danced a glimmer of setted sun blue
Softly through into the night
Like rafters keeping us safe on our path under heaven
Trees wove themselves over us
Breathing light from coals washed the five gathered faces
Flickered in their eyes and over their bodies
In the quiet I saw
In the south like the waves from beneath the sea
One spirit shone with a shimmering breath
And another in the west settled on the rafters there
With a sighing light barely seen and hardly felt
Amid the rafters of the north one other spirit swayed
There too an ethereal visitor echoed in the east
In the quiet I saw
Faces bright, strong and painted with a wash of . . .
Contentment, save two, both fallen of crest
And still under the watchful eyes of Nokomis high in the skies
One rose to smile holding a light before him closely
But woe fell across the other for being there within already
As if unable to escape for eyes unseeing
In the quiet I saw
I watched a struggle between three spirit cousins
Over and all around they fought where he had fallen
So vicious this fight, it cast a shrouding over everything of him
For these two beasts snarled and slashed for dominance
While the third sat quietly as if waiting or perhaps just watching
With great patience for one to fall and it too was evil
In the quiet I saw
The sky shone softly in the ambient light of stars unglimpsed
For Nokomis with her watching eyes held us
As only grandmothers do for having loved and loved her child’s children too
All through the night she held us as we sailed without a sound
Across and over the blue of setted sun somewhere next to here
With the warmth of coals burning nowhere save inside
In the quiet I saw
In the quiet I saw five souls glimmering
In the quiet I saw a war cross one red road
In the quiet I saw the spirits of four ancestors
In the quiet I saw everything, nothing all that I needed
In the darkness of the madodoswun it is dark as pitch
And still, and yet . . .
Before the door whispered to open
I saw in the quiet still
I do not know?
I put a warm smile upon my face,
but it's chilled away by an icy wake.
I try humming a happy tune but it's
engulfed by the dark morning gloom.
Darkness crouches round like a scourging
abyss, yet held at bay seemingly waiting
to be chased away.
I focus my mind on the truth, a new day
awaits. The glorious sun rise before my
very eyes, it's illuminating radiant proof.
Day break with an amber tint tracing the
horizon. Here comes a glorious soul warming
glow, spirit filled and my hope is rising.
From out of the wood I happily come
The sun greets me with warm embrace
And livens this soul oh once held numb
Sweet gladness explodes upon my face
Yes, I remember the day I first entered in
I was just hurriedly following the crowd
Didn't think to ask why, where, or when
I got caught up in the parade of the loud
Now I understand why the path less taken
Is the only way, the truth, the life for me
In the dark wood the pure Light gets taken
It's the path out of that wood that sets free
Contest: Craig's Goethe Stanza
I stayed there, for too long
in the cruel arms of a sunset
that had forgotten I was there.
Its wink slowly cast an itchy
blanket over the hope I had found
in blue skies; My skin reached upward,
blistered by the groan of mortality’s tick.
There is little time to waste.
The turn, once again left me in the dark,
grappling with solitude among the masses.
And so I waited for starlight’s touch to
calm the sandstorm in my bones.
Waited for the battle between light
and dark, so I could paint my eyes
with the blood of a new vision
for tomorrow and be ready to perceive
everything that I had once, let slip away.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
I have been tempted, acting upon lust…
I have walked with patience while dancing in trust…
Inspiration from the goddess propels my divine thrust…
I have discovered a light that can cleanse like warm rain...
It’s clear to me now; this life of love is the main...
She speaks in my ear;
“ I shall fill you with joy, so you shall stay with this plane...
Within this sweet gift, much knowledge will be gained”...
Unlock this power; my mission to attain…
I am ascending; this human immortal unveiled…
Forthcoming Fearless centered courageous complete…
Walking through infinity as human divinity…
The diligent love beauty energy athlete…
I arrive within your inner sanctum; naked, vulnerable, still, at ease…
Your breathe wind brings me enchantment; pleasure your collective natural essence…
This being swooned with understanding our elemental connection…
Your authenticity lying beyond propensity…
Creating perfection just as the sun creates sun rays….
the sun rises and casts it's light on earth, as the sun sets, the moon appears
to cast it's shadow of darkness, with the exception of the sun reflecting it's light on
the surface of the moon. now.........if our spiritual light has descended into matter,
our physical being, being a shadow of our spiritual self, then like the moon, in a
sense, everything in front of us is a reflection of our spiritual self as our physical
is a shadow of our spiritual, like the sun and the moon.
the light of the sun never sets, it only seems to set as it rises on the other half of
the world, the moon appears to remind us of that as it casts the reflection of the
suns light. the setting sun is like the descending of spiritual light into matter, our
physical being, like the moon, is a continuous reflection of that light, the sun never
truly leaves us, as our spiritual light never truly leaves.
alchemy of time isn’t about turning lead into gold, it’s about the evolution of
consciousness and the golden properties of the higher self.
what physical property on earth radiates like the sun?...uranium...and as this
compound loses it's element of radiation, what happens?...it becomes lead...
in other words, as we continue to reach for the gold outside our physical nature,
we neglect the inner spiritual nature, eventually, possibly, become as lead also.
who we are inside, consciously, is what is reflected back to us, our attitude and
personal growth becomes our perception and projection of the physical world.
our eye's are mirrors of the soul, projecting the spiritual light within', reflecting
back the love shared. it all begins within', from original thought to intended action.
it's all about one basic principal, unconditional love, because love encompasses
all; love conquers all. if our relationship with the divine will is strong, our outer
relationship in accordance to all in nature is strong also. as Jesus Christ said,
" love thy neighbor as thy self "..........respect and understanding.
All alone inside of my magical little paradise called my mind is an peaceful and quiet, the sun is like a gentle kiss on the cheek, and the people are just so warm and friendly but watch out because if you open your eyes everything you once knew will be gone. This magical little realm has an bloody little twist to it. The sun that was once as comforting as an warm blanket was in fact the glistening moon and the empty black sky, and the people are now all blood thirsty monsters that are no longer affected by the sun light are now out for blood.
I run to escape the sickening but yet oh so enticing scent of blood and failure, I run to escape the screams of those who's lives were cut just too short, and I run to escape the sight of the undead, blood thirsty zombies who are on the hunt for others to join their group. I'm running, running to safety and security but all the time there's nothing but pit falls and traps. I'm running and success isn't that far away but just then I see prince charming I stop and become distracted by his promising words but just then he too becomes a monster. I scream and try to run but I just can't you trap me in fire and I can't escape.
My mind goes numb, I can feel the darkness further enclose around me, my mind goes blank, and I forget about everything. On the inside I'm screaming, fighting, kicking to get away but on the outside I'm a love sick puppy. I know I'm stronger than this but there's something about you that I just can't get over. Just as the darkness seems to grow closer an light appears and an blue bird fights off my nightmare monster and takes me back to my snowy paradise where I'm safe and at peace and I continue my lonely dark and cold path to my brightly lite future with the little blue bird by my side reminding me that I am and will forever be loved by both my family, people who actually care about me, and god.
I see through my eyes visions from my face
Speculating dusk to dawn ! I see daylight
The crescent moon in the twilight sky subsided
Hues prominently spreading with the morning sun
I visualize! Beauty of color with a glare
With my iris - my pupil - I then solemnly stare
Gleaming! I glow ! I am positively mesmerized
Seeking those prominent skies each new born day
My elegant hand reaches with the root of its arm
The sun rays beaming in my eyes , I do trace
I look! At dawn each day at the beauteous sunrise
And love the lasting color of rays braised in the skies
The daylight hours of my morning sun
Building dreams hour by hour to pass each day
I saw God's eyes in the sun rays today
And may I lead each day of the morning hour
Looking up to the morning sun - beauteous of hue
Influencing me to inspire God's creations in you.
Therefore the visions I traced in my life I admire
Resemble beauty leaving memories marked in my soul
With the presence of the sun the warmth keeps me whole.
And the inspirations I influence shall the hues blossom
Always remembering each brand new day the sun may come.
Prominently gleaming for the eyes- to be mesmerized.
I do not know?
In a wonderful breath
of fresh air. For the
time being I have not
a care in the world. As
I breath in the scent of
mother nature, I feel
the bliss sent from our
In a mesmerising glance
of this earth. A breath
taking view of mother nature,
I feel the bliss sent from our
In a glorious embrace
from our sun. I feel the
warmth upon my face.
Heaven sent from our
maker, I feel the bliss
sent from our creator