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THROUGH GLOWING INTERLUDES
~ ~
through eyes that glow ruffling your hair
we warm the room with luminous stares
a gentle ambrosia drapes the fragrant air
with wine from your lips --- and just there
this need to melt in immortal surrender
kindles as rows of candlelight declare
kept promise of twenty years deeply shared
and while laugh lines crease slight wear and tear
the charm of life’s interludes makes me aware
~ how we glide together still burning and bare
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Russel Sivey’s Candlelight Contest
By nette onclaud
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Stygstrome - Updrafts
"Stygstrome" is the Afrikaans version of "Updrafts", one of my earliest poems (including some showcased naivety :D), and is the first poem that I ever publicly posted online, right here on poetrysoup.com, 3 years ago to the very day.
I am also including the English version to this post.
Swart vere absorbeer altyd
die meeste sonskyn -
'n Volmaakte fusie
van donker en lig.
Ebbe oë glinster
hoog in die kalm, koue hemelruim.
'n Vinnige daling
tot vlerkpunte
sagkuns soen,
die byna onsigbare
boom-toppe deurdring
digte Winter se mistigheid.
Sterk strome strik skielik,
'n Voël van staal
donder oorhoofs,
breek die antieke fokus
met sy dreunende, magtige brul.
Herwin gedagtes.
Stryk neer,
sirkel,
sweef
in 'n stygende vlug
van suiwer vergenoegdheid.
Swart vere absorbeer altyd
die meeste lig --
Black feathers always absorb
the most sunshine -
a perfect fusion
of dark and light.
Ebony eyes glitter
high in the calm, cold sky.
A quick dip downwards,
until wing-tips
gently kiss
the nearly invisible
tree-tops piercing
thick Winter's fog.
As currents suddenly catch hard,
a bird of steel
thunders by overhead,
breaking ancient focus
with its loud, powerful roar.
Regain thought.
Swooping,
circling,
gliding,
soaring
in a flight
of pure contentment.
Black feathers always absorb
the most light.
*A warm thank you to the ever-lovely Christine Ueri for finding
the perfect Afrikaans words to poetically translate this poem.
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The softest part
The softest part of a woman
Is not where you may think
Behind the ears
in the mouth
or lips of petal pink
inside the knee
inner thigh
you still have not to find
the tender place…
it’s not her face
or curve against the spine
her finger tips
bloom of hips
the nipple, or the eyes
beneath the breast
just a test
to know you really tried
a trick you say!
if not the cradled
skin between the toes
a game to play
who finds the way?
who can really know?
The softest part of a woman though
is nowhere you can touch
with fingertips
or open lips
it’s nothing of the such
Emotion…
you might say above
is everything she lives
but not just love
and then it is
her willingness to give
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Lest We Forget
In churned up soil the poppy rose
On top of death, still steadily grows
And in our minds we see the crosses
That lie in rows and count our losses
Blood that drips from tiniest bloom
Beloved children, lost from the womb
Their essence blown upon the earth
For infinity, will show their worth
And so they marched by decree
A war they fought, so we could be free
The poppy, how we remember them now
So in silence we do reverently bow
One single day, just once every year
To remember all the horror and fear
To give thanks and praise, to those in need
Who saved us through unselfish deed
For so young when they said goodbye
With no idea that so many would die
In Flanders Fields where poppies grow
Innocence, now lays buried in each row
For those that did return safely home
Their spirit lost and so had flown
To fly away among the peaceful skies
With friends and larks with carefree eyes
In the thunder hear the roar of guns
Calling to all our native sons
Arise, arise, from sleep once more
For once again, there will be war
In Flanders Fields, the poppies grow
They cover our loved ones, buried below
Like a blanket, they protect all within
From a world that is ravished by sin
More souls will join them as the years go by
More wars will be fought, as the lark does cry
More fields will be filled, with our dead
And poppies will mark their graves in red
"Lest we forget and more shall die"
"In Flanders Fields our loved ones lie"
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Angels Above
Angels Above
A. W. Nutter
At fifteen, I was to young to become a father
At fourteen, she didn’t need to be a mother
We were old enough to have sexual relations
Unable to understand the implications
We cried out in anguish to the angels above
Pleading for their mercy and their love
Parents abusing us for this sinful union
Adolescents fearful and full of confusion
Not able to cope with the adult pressure
The mothers young body goes into labor
We cried out in anguish to the angels above
Pleading for their mercy and their love
My son struggled between life and death
I held his hand as he took his last breath
From my hands his little body was pried
The tears falling like rain from my eyes
We cried out in anguish to the angels above
Pleading for their mercy and their love.
Occasionally the mother and my path will cross
Seldom do we mention or discuss our loss
But every year at nine, on the sixteenth of May
We both agreed, to light a candle and silently pray
To the angels watching from heaven above
Shower our son with mercy, show him your love
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....Splattered....
"Casting down imaginations...." ~ II Cor. Ch. 10 ~
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Oh, how you splinter me....
Looking through your looking glass
Portraits of your present and, images of your past!?
You say you see; you say you know; you say you do
But really, you don't....
You sprinkle your sugar; you sputter your spatter
For all of those as yourself, to whom
It doesn't even matter?!
Wrapped in your paper, and wrapped in your chatter....
These monuments and pyramids, of yourself
Absorbing, "Splatter"
Your purposeless and pointless, pitter patter!?
Your lines they are divine; your words, they are immense
Yet unto me, they do all seem, void, and teetering
Upon the pretense....
Standing in front of you now; staring into your eyes
You tell me that you do, but, I do wonder why?!
Peering through your window; looking through your glass
Your visions for tomorrow; should your yesterdays
They pass....
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Splattered!?
Note: Smile ~ This is a repo aimed at no one in particular....
"Dare You to Move, by Switchfoot; 'Love,' Always," John!:) ~
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The Poetry Soup Convention 2011
My name is Gary Fields
And I am at the Poetry Convention
Their are a myriad of Poet's
They are all in contention
There are so many that I may
Want to mention'
So, pay attention
Fore they must do this
In abstention
At my table there are three
Their are four including me
The second choice in my contention
IS Dr. Ram Mehta
He is such an easy catch
He is a voice/a reflection
He shares' so much love and affection
Being one of so few words
His disposition is the best
And his Human Psyche will
Never rest'
Could this be some sort of test
That his deepest guarded secret's
Are guarded close to his chest
Being a doctor and all
It is unlikely that he will ever confess
Third at the table is the X DESTROYER X POET
Due to the lack of word's
She always' have something for ya
And will certainly destroy ya
If not, then simply ignore ya
Fore she deserves' to seat here
And not just on the foyer
It is a main bone of contention
There is no reason why I can't enjoy ya
Or at least releave the tension
With her advanced degree
her suplituding pensoin for Poetry
It seems' that her messages' are
Aimed straight for me
She give's to this her all
She never seem to miss a call
And to past the test
One may think that
She seem's to be a little obsessed
Most of all
She keeps' her secret
Buried so close to her breast
And what wonderful breast they
Might be
Only saving for us
The one's she profess to be the best
But never the less
She rises' among the rest
Fouth at the table is Ms. Sweetheart of Poetry
Wish she will spend more Poetry with me
And plain not just ignore me
Because I'm a fan of her now
She introduced me to this race
She is all ways' on the case
She is fully comfortable in her space
I just hope that she won't have to use
All of her mace,
She composes' herself with grace
Fore this is so much an adventure
And not just some silly old Snail Race
If I haven't said enough by now
Then it is because I am running
Out of space, or being run out of town
But, there is always one next year
Same time, manybe not
The same old place
GF
Gary Fields
Dr. Ram Mehta
X DESTROYER X POET
LINDA Marie/Sweetheart of Poetry
Carol (Next on Deck)
*******For the Contets "Tt The Convention
JUNE 2011
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A Golden Journey
You were eighteen and I twenty two
That day at the alter when we said I do
Since then the years have traveled so fast
For us in a marriage they said wouldn't last
They are too young, the voices said
Much too young for them to wed
They are just kids, they have no idea
I doubt they'll even last a year
But our love was greater then our age
Together we stepped upon our stage
Performed the roles of husband and wife
Acting as one throughout our life
And now after all these years are done
We still meet each new challenge as one
Our hearts have merged and every day
Together face what comes our way
Those that said it wouldn't last
Are now just memories from our past
It seems in fact our love was true
I cherish my fifty years with you
To my lovely wife on our golden anniversary February 3, 2012
Iambic Tetrameter
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Still Falling
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Did you close your eyes? Did you think of them?
Memories come every year and I weep, alone and wondering
if at the top and at the end you had a fear of heights
as if the answer could make a difference.
Yet I'm dismayed to watch it again, acrophobic, imagining...
a room afire and the smoke making signals to the World
no easy means of escape, no places to hide, no exit.
Suffocated in that vision, I stay breathless trying to perceive...
Hot gasses in red eyes begging for the luxury of fresh air
a burning window and the fall-space: coin with just one side
pieces of crystals in livid hands without time to wave
sticky blood warming fingers in a last cold morning.
And I weep, helpless and thinking in what you saw from above
that pandemonium of alarms, yelling and the sound of the fire
just an instant to decide how to face it, how to accept it
an instant in which you may comprehend our brevity.
Perhaps, you could say goodbye... Did you have time?
Did you close your eyes? Did you think of them?
in their faces, their eyes, their voices, their scents...
Behind, below, inside...Death, waiting for your decision...
And I weep for your innocence... for your panic...for you
I'm with you now, terrified... yet, I can't follow you...
But you drag me and I jump with you, as every year
as the only way I can remember you...feeling you, being with you ...
And I weep...recoiling to that morning that will live in infamy
in its intense impact, in those images
Because the towers disappeared in its collapse
but you, through the years...you're still falling.
Footnote: This short video is very disturbing; it shows people falling and jumping from the towers. I don't recommend you to watch it because it may offend or hurt your feelings. However, it shows the true horror of that day and I think that it's the true extent in which those innocent people lost their lives.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KcC6bTHosx0
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Where the Flag still Waves
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The echoes of that day,
Choke the flow of moving on.
Tattered memories...encased,
...of loved ones who have forgone.
We miss our sons and daughters,
But the Good Lord called them home.
We must embrace Thy course of time,
For the winds of change have blown.
Though America still weeps,
We’re still the home of the brave.
I’m proud to be from this land,
Where the flag still proudly waves.
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For Nathan's 9-11 Contest
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