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An Angel

Lonesome in the black of night, I think of you, an angel,
there in a river of moonlight. Oh, to view an angel!

A cameo against the dark, face seen just in profile,
its texture gossamer; I'd gasp, then pursue an angel.

Would you come If I hung in the balance of life and death?
Come to me like those of whom there are so few, an angel!

I dream of you; a shelter you would be, to take me in.
You alone could lift me, dispel my gloom, you, an angel.

Here I am, mere Earth Girl, rooted by rationality,
longing for one glimpse of what I never knew - an angel.


For Debbie Guzzi's Take the Leap Poetry Contest

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Above the Fray

Above the pristine, blue lake mountains stand
Shrubs and yellow flowers surround on land
Could this be heaven?  Garden of Eden?
Reflection in water is of God’s hand

I visit here to cast the world away
An inspiring way to spend the day
My pad and pen are toted to this site
Where I’ve time to think beyond society’s fray

For you will find no conflict at this site
And often I linger here through the night
Nary a creature has threatened me here
Nature in harmony, such a delight

Written for John Freeman’s Rubaiyat contest and based on his lovely photo of 
nature’s beauty.
4/25/2011

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The Dark

I hear outside my window the grey dove cry As sun slides down the mountains, and I sigh Watching night curtaining my city Blotting streaks of violet from the sky Shadows start to overtake the little light Left glimmering as day turns into night. He has left me! Easily the dark Empties out the joy in me that once burned bright. No trace of light remains under the door’s crack. The dark, dressed in ebony, slips into pitch black. Melancholy wraps me in my silent room. In anguish, my brain screams out: I want him back! for the One sad Poem Poetry contest of PD

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Destined

A dragon's scale reflects the rounds of time
her heart, the subtle beat of love sublime
a secret kept in smoke and ancient bones-
a tale best told in whispered lines of rhyme.

She flies the crystal skies in silent tones
a burning hope of love is all she owns
forgotten visions lost in endless tales
and buried deep beneath the cobbled stones.

Remaining true beyond the mystic vales
her longing for soul's kinship never pales
though crushing eras weigh upon her name,
her eyes still scan the blue where hope still sails.

The day will dawn when once again her flame
will blaze along the sky and one will tame
rebellious spirit, and her heart reclaim
from solitude's dark grasp to light's domain.


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Shades

Night spills over the day like India ink from a well
bleeding into the deep crevasses of hill and dell
running into clear cold streams once shimmering, bright 
painting Prussian blue the trees on the high chaparral.

Night edges the golden hour of Autumn days so bright 
merging with the harvest moon, the solstice at midnight
melting in to sleepy hollows, pale and bloodless blue, 
cajoling colonies of bats to bank and soar in flight.

Night caresses the winsome lovers silhouette.. adieu 
as its hold is weakened toward a shade of baby-blue
A painter's pallet is the night of hues, shades of light
the sovereign signs of fantasy as darkness ensues.


*Interlocking Rubaiyat where the rhyme of lines 1,2&4
of verse one are taken from the end word of line 3
in the verse before, the last verse returns the end rhyme
of line 3 ;)

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NOCTURNAL DYSPNEA

My trauma wears the black cloak of night I breathe rapid, heaving sighs of fright Wind is sucked out, my sails gasp in hollow air Bronchi in knots, constriction so tight! Descending darkness with its chill and freeze Lungs pumping storms with a whistling wheeze The drying out reservoir of sustaining oxygen As I struggle to inhale fresh breeze. Spasms haunt my black nights with an alarming persistence Threatening to cut short the chord of existence Draining vigor and vitality, gripping wind pipe in a choke hold Viperous asthma spews venom with vengeance! Panting, doubling over, chest congested with rattling cough Breathless but determined I grope about in darkness, battling Just one puff away from agony, I desperately rummage Magic potion inhaler among medication, mottling! The devil disappears at the first touch of sun ray A little shaky still, yet I waltz through my day Each unobstructed breathe seems like a gift from Heaven Before night fall I shall rid the ghost off my way! 21/09/2012

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Zindagi

Shikayat Toh Sabhi Karte hai
Par shikayat karoge Kab Tak

Haqeeqat Ki Talaash To Sabko Hai
Par Haqeeqat Talaashoge Kab Tak

Jo Bhi Hai
Yehi Zindagi Hai Bas

Jilo Thoda Iseh
Zinda Ho Jab Tak

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I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







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Sometimes in relationships

Sometimes in relationships our love defeats our lust, but sometimes not;
Sometimes in relationships our peace is kept by trust, but sometimes not.

Sometimes in relationships we, each to each, are hurt and held and healed;
Sometimes in relationships we share our heart and mind, but sometimes not.

Sometimes we are lost lovers, our lives blaze with brighter bursts of passion;
Sometimes we are best friends, we balance with compassion, but sometimes not.

Sometimes we are up-in-arms night and day, our battles are fought and won;
Sometimes we are at-loose-ends and struggle to be one, but sometimes not.

Sometimes we are with others, together we entertain family;
Sometimes we are you and me; two is good company, but sometimes not.

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Led to Eden

For so long you’ve been hiding from me in seclusion Wise Muse, I must gasp as I make an intrusion I know your plan was to lead me to such splendor Now I inhale a spiritual transfusion While struggling in a world of carnal illusion I needed to accept grace for absolution Stone mountains, yellow flowers and a cool, clear lake Have led me to ponder thoughts of adoration There are times when the world’s harshness cuts like a knife We lose too many moments focusing on strife Above those azure skies, our Savior smiles down And leads us to an Eden of eternal life Inspiration now flows through my pen thanks to You In this serene outpost, my spirits will renew Natural beauty is one of Your greatest gifts The dawn of a blessed new age may now ensue
*Entry for John Freeman's "Rubaiyat Form" contest

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His Demise

Where no sound escapes unchallenged above the din
of too many wars, waged for profits that have no future.
Lost now, only darkness clutches, upon his demise.

Fables, told ‘round friendly fires, chant his name eternal.
Birds of the forest, and fish in the sea, remembered his kindness forever,
and slowed in silence, when spirits spread the news of his demise.

From eastern tongues, chants heard in midnight chapels,
aglow in reverent prayer ‘till daylight dawned,
and rows of fallen soldiers, white stones of his demise.

His friends who could not broach the musket….lift the water pail,
and scorned the day of distant guns, their path was lost.
The masters of the chase cursed not of his demise.

Tho centuries turn, the din still heard, fresh enemies forged,
repeat once more, while mothers weep, their cries unheard,
and planes come home to belch caskets, filled with his demise.

The fallen sing from distant stars, so bright for all to see,
with blending light, the truth never dies.
Behold the day when all will see the end of his demise.




12/30/10
8:20 am
© All Rights Reserved
   

 

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Cabochon

Of bud bossed delicate; in its aroma much will enfold!
The turbulence of youth; also the seasoned and the old.
Tetra pedes, cross pages, sober.. in black, throughout the ages
Oh! to pass to others this understanding; and in bold.

Manifold are images, ‘thrusting now fresh into flower,
To awareness, of precious cargo; as in life’s laden bower...’
Penta metron sketch outlines, though imperfectly employed;
I reach to the stars today; as yet passes my hour!...

Translucence shows within the fading of life’s colour
As this continuing expressive awaits its turn, of another!..
My thoughts fill like pages, to blossoms in bloom
A soft falling, as petals; to your earth, my sister & brother...

To re-count of life’s possibility's... in the Rubaiyat form;
Melding its grandeur; to the bland magnitude of today’s norm!
Opening in its intricacy, the doorway to ecstasy 
Playing many a cadence, relayed from its echoes borne.

Ever may its blossoms & completeness be flowering, 
Entwining with the lines of the sages, to forever cling!
Refreshing the heart; perhaps a world? now tired and worn.
To a climax of prosody, does this weave of true praises sing.

© Joe Maverick.co.uk

I have added notes in the ‘To know more about this poem area’.

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Colonisation

The beauty takes my breath away,
I know my kind will want to stay
On this new world that I have found -
It’s somewhere in the Milky Way.

The creatures of this wondrous place
Are scaly lizards, wild and base.
Such monstrous things must be destroyed
So we can spawn another race.

I take a sample of the turf,
Report the planet has such worth,
Then leave and freeze the world in ice
To kill these dinosaurs on Earth.

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HOW FLEETING THE LUSTER



Black roses sprawl, to droop, then fade raking tendrils of her attic’s shades; a brief display which glints inked nights only for time’s sake, boughs do parade. How fleeting the luster of stems’ arms, between weeping dusk and chilled sun twigs crack like love's farewell --sad moon, a wish-- the fragrance of bliss gone. She digs mementos; gazing afar perhaps to touch the light of stars, that hide dawn’s lamp from memories instead her eyes reflect more scars. Though pain mocks unbecoming heart a young bough nestles on ground's arc; granting reprieve in place of tears to kindle sparks for dance to start. --------- Night-Dark-Black-Happy Sad Contest of Craig by nette onclaud

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Light of Day

Back rubs are given, pills have been handed out, Patients settled, some won’t sleep, I have no doubt, Fear paralyzing their being when darkness falls, If they close their eyes, will night terrors sprout. Night lights shed a little peace over their bed, The medication eases the pain or so they’ve said, Someone to sit by their side would ease the fear, They worry, wanting to awake, not ending up dead. For they know that death will come, it’s not far off, They work to breathe, chest heavy, the rattled cough, Sunlight drifts in the window, another day, more life, Eyes slowly open, blackness gone, at death they scoff.
Written September 23, 2012 For Craig Cornish’s contest “Night-Dark-Black-Happy-Sad”

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No One

Silent screams no one hears
Tired eyes filled with tears
Gut wrenching heartache no one feels
Emotions dark enough to kill
Mental exhaustion no one sees
Strong enough it hurts to breathe
An answer seekin no one speaks
A language spoken without speech


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Sublime Oneness

Nature constantly calls to man through wondrous colors and endless song As stewards of her magnificent beauty, to lend respect while yet, we're strong Seek wisdom in her silent messages brought to bear as seasons change So our children may inherit a beautiful legacy and learn to live healthily and long Blessed is our world with four elements, earth, wind, water and fire Given to sustain perfect balance, by maintaining nature's desire They preserve these sacred cathedrals in which creation may freely worship Wherein all souls may congregate, finding peaceful respite and aspire The glorious sun spreads brilliant light and heat, as it feeds, it heals The wind blows, wherever guided; dispersing sleeping seeds And rain falls in the right measure to sustain in and out of time As Mother Earth retains her fertility while blissfully she serves our needs This oneness, so sublime, exemplifies sweet serenity which exudes Reminding us that in harmony, we would long exist if peace, we include Earth would remain a haven in the universe, where God's creatures may fully thrive To ignore stressful pleas would usher in dark days, and life as we know, will elude ~*~
For John's Freeman's "Rubbiyat" Contest Inspired by a photo of tranquility in nature

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Lavender Rain

Breezes WHISPER in the trees after cleansing rain;
FRAGRANCE of Wisteria WAFTS following rain

Thoughts of my love's LILTING bass voice WAFTING brings BLISS,
As FRAGRANT Wisteria comes with flowing rain

As SPLENDOR of sun peeking from behind a cloud;
The bright glow and warmth is as TRANQUILIZING rain

DULCET sun melts cares better than TRANQUILIZER___
Better even after a spring soft washing rain

ELOQUENCE of my love's romantic poems soothes the heart,
SUNFLOWER listens through LAVENDER flowing rain.

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The Stranger

Gifting dreams of hope to my eyes, he vanished in a flash
Carting away the treasure of sorrows, leaving mirage a trash

Thorns of grief were, in all, the earning on whose part
Left a delightful rose in the derelict mansion of my heart

He wasn’t the Socrates, yet he drank the poison of apathy
And with wine of love, he filled my heart’s vessel so empty

The bride of night ascended the horizon unfurling her hairs
Hands of that Azar  have given my thought’s idol such glares

Love, sympathy and loyalty are qualities profound
Anguish is what they reward you with, soothing although they sound

Walked he himself, to the hangman, carrying his cross of soul
To show me how my courage faltered in playing its role

Wisdom was rendered, Yamin, by vainglory inept
The book of vision he flung into the worthy hands of zest.

----


Azar, the father of Prophet Abraham was an sculpturist of fame for carving beautiful idols worshiped by infidels as deity








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My Love for You Remained

My Love for You Remained

What torment is there greater than love so feigned?
For despite great pain, my love for you remained.

Thy passions, ignoring dreams, lust sought and claimed.
Crying, all the while, my love for you remained.

Dry promises, from your lips, enslaved my brain.
My heart clung to hope; my love for you remained.

Although thoughts void of hope endured great pain.
As joys slipped away, my love for you remained.

Secret lovers revealed that our love lie stained.
Contrived excuses, my love for you remained.

Friends told me that believing you was inane.
But without complaint, my love for you remained.

Lust, like a lion flaunting his mane… ingrained.
Wishes not yet won, my love for you remained.

Mockery, criticism and anger reigned.
Desertion came; and my love for you remained.

Adoration ended as my heart maintained.  
Defeat proclaimed.  But my love for you remained.



© Name withheld for the Contest
January 29, 2010

Poetic form: Ghazal

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Desiring

Such beauty set before these eyes, longing for closure of the desire of my 
being. My skin aches for your touch, gentle and tender; desiring.

Lost as a warrior's bullet seeking a victim; lost as a comic without an audience on 
opening night. My heart wants and needs like cherry red hot fire and desirer, desiring.

Your piercing eyes draw me though there is no heart beating in your hollow chest!
Exploding mines won't destroy this longing; it will follow me postmortem; dire desiring.

The bat of your lashes is stronger than a savage warrior, whose blows end a feeble 
life. No tenderness; you break all lives like Medusa turns men to stone;liar, desiring.

Drifting away on solitude, alone tonight and you are cozy by the fire, full with no 
regrets. A dagger penetrates deep in my lungs taking the air away; danger, desiring.

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Embark

I try to reach profundity
but all around make fun of me
for living life with simpler goals
like learning and tranquility.

So now I'm leaving all I've got 
to quest for my own Camelot.
Requiring only books and pen
I'm setting off to find my spot.

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I Must Go

---inspired by a story character of mine
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Losing reality, losing my mind I try to stay with you but I'm falling behind This fate's going nowhere I'm left hurting inside Tomorrow's not coming What are you becoming Nothing is out there Pain and suffering forthcoming Nowhere to hide, I'm on my own Feeling so empty and alone Your hatred shines bright Your heart, a deadened stone This pain you inflict upon me Hurts greater than I'll ever let you see But still I love you so Though I know you can-will never love me I just hope you know That even though the love I want from you will never be so I'll always love you But now, before it hurts anymore, I must go...

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Caravan Friends

Truly, the bee hive innards hum 
Truly, the body inside gurgles 
Truly, the cave echoes the vortex 

Truly I know these sounds 
from last night 
4 cackling creatures spewed 
their saturated sayings upon 
the floor 
upon each other, upon me
the hammering of the gong 
the stampede of a thousand 
African Elephants all were 
asleep in my head before 
these 4 opened the flood gates 
of the Mind and the sudden 
rush of tidal-wave trumpets 

I had to leave, flee, rush 
walking, against stone and 
broken checkerboard spot-
lights I saw you. 

Latin King of knowledge 
and intellect came down 
the Cardio-Hill and embraced 
the darkness with refreshing 
light. Saving me from ignorant 
swine and masses of greased
filled bodies a pool of stale 
eggnog that once seemed 
white in the moonlight 
now floats dead and 
stale, a growing vile mass 
unlike its former self 

Breaking free from this 
chain of emptiness I 
went with you, oh one
from another land, took 
me to a land of distant 
memory and dreams 

That bubbling feeling of
the Reed-Flute crying 
the Baby also crying due 
to separation. It was this 
sound that rose higher then 
the rest. That sound 
propelled me to leave. The
nosey throng and join the 
party of Lovers as they 
dance. But this dancing 
does not have to be 
physical, but in the mind 
that fluid motion of 
loving mind-numbing Dance. 
created a sensation in 
my heart and soul that 
the Hernia of Pestilence 
was healed and I
could then, after exile
with the Latin King, return 
to the normal mortals 
and once again brave the 
slow Caravan's journey 
against the concrete sky.  

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Words Whisperer

You’ve swallowed my misery, 
My old self, just by a smile;
By letting me feel the mountains move, 
You’ve freed me, just by a smile;
My twisted thoughts,
Have been untangled by you, with just a smile;
I offer my body and soul to you, O my words whisperer,
You’ve whispered me a new life, just by a smile;
I offer myself to you O, Jamlaila,
You’ve made me your man, just by a smile.