Eyes: the window to the soul, the gate to your tears, the mirror of memories and of ghosts that linger near.
Eyes: some forever glazed by the blurring of sorrow, some haunted by the past and some cursed to hold tomorrow.
Eyes: the way you see the world, and the way the world sees you. Reflecting every colour, every shade, every hue.
Eyes: they see, they feel, they hear too close, too deep. Carrying unspoken stories, secrets they must keep.
Cursed or blessed, they blink, they stare.
Picking apart the world they view with a knowing, silent glare.
From lingered looks to stolen glances.
They depict, translate – every gaze enhances.
They light up, they sputter out, they glitter and glint or they dull and dim.
Holding laughter, pain and love trapped within.
So, don’t walk in someone else’s shoes-
look through their eyes, feel what they feel.
Only then will you understand:
Eyes hold much more than just tears.
Copyright © Zoe Burnham | Year Posted 2025
Hold on, keep on
One step, one more time
Push forward, pull away
Eyes open, on the finish line.
Copyright © Yumi Alex | Year Posted 2025
Listen to poem:
Out there on the Harley, hair streaming in the wind
Heading for a picnic in the hills
Surely is the ideal place, for clearing of the mind
Far away from housework, and the bills
My love is on behind me, having full trust in my ride
She hugs me round the middle, oh so tight
Swinging round the bends, as we climb the mountain side
So few things there are, could feel more right
We stop atop a grassy knoll, the valley can survey
The winter sun's long shadows on the ground
Laying down a blanket, this surely is a day
The full weight of contentment will be found
As the sun drops in the west, is time to head on home
Climb aboard the steed, and head on down
Look forward to the next weekend, when once again we roam
In the country, far away from any town
Copyright © Warren Mbaht | Year Posted 2023
When we were young
And the world was new
The fields all green
And sky so blue
We were in awe of each new day
Our waking hours were all in play
So much to see, great things to do
Our joy each day, it grew and grew
We would run around the field
Wade in streams and we would yield
To life each morning till the dusk
As we each day in life did trust
New pleasures we would find to do
When we were young, the world brand new.
Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2015
FLIGHT OF ENOLA GAY
Will you tell us tomorrow where we're going, Enola Gay?
There's so much more we wanted to say.
But there's no time for sorrow,
we'll enjoy time that's left,
Though we know our time ended yesterday.
We could tell you the story, but no body understands,
Nagasaki, Hiroshima, distant lands.
It's not clear what we're doing,
but we're pursueing it all wrong,
It's a madness and I'll leave it in your hands.
Nagasaki sadness. Hiroshima madness.
Colorado Rocky Mountain High.
Are they worth pursueinig
all the things we're doing?
I don't know and it's too late for us to wonder why.
Enola Gay, on silver wings
What is it now, that your love brings us
High above, your spirit flies,
and dumps your load in Fukushima skies.
poetry by veebdosa
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2011
Inner Champion
In the quiet realms where shadows dwell,
A voice awakens a rhythmic bell.
It whispers, a tender call,
Rise, dear spirit, you shan't fall.
With every heartbeat, a battle drums,
In the depths of silence, the champion comes.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Where clouds may gather, and storms may cry.
A fire ignites in the depths of the soul,
A flicker of hope, a quest for the whole.
With each step forward, through struggle and strife,
Emerges the strength that breathes life into life.
When doubts cascade like autumn leaves,
And the weight of the world on weary shoulders weaves,
Look deep within, where the courage lies,
An inner champion, fierce and wise.
For every failure, a lesson learned,
With every scar, a fire burned.
In the darkest nights, when the path seems lost,
Remember the power, remember the cost.
In moments of weakness, in trials of fate,
The champion whispers, “It’s never too late.”
Through the fog of despair, through sorrow’s sting,
Embrace your essence, and let your spirit take wing.
The heart may falter, but the spirit will soar,
It dances on dreams, it longs to explore.
So stand, oh warrior, lift your head,
With the strength of your dreams, let fear be shed.
For champions don’t wear a crown of gold,
They rise from the ashes, they turn dreams bold.
With grit in their hearts and hope in their eyes,
They chart their course, they reach for the skies.
With every heartbeat, the anthem resounds,
The symphony of triumph on sacred grounds.
With a fire raging and courage bright,
When shadows loom, they ignite the night.
So gather your strength, let your spirit take flight,
For each battle faced is a step toward the light.
The inner champion, fierce and proud,
Stands tall in the tempest, and shouts out loud.
“I am resilient! I am free!
No storm can contain the essence of me.
With each dawn that breaks, I rise once more,
My heart a warrior; my soul the core.”
In whispers of legends, in tales of old,
The journeys of champions are waiting to be told.
Through valleys of sorrow, they traverse with grace,
Finding beauty in the struggle, their rightful place.
In the tapestry of life, we each leave a thread,
Woven by courage, by love, not dread.
So harness the power that lies deep within,
Unlock the potential; let the journey begin.
For those who strive with hearts open wide,
Become the champions who never divide.
They raise their voices, they stand hand in hand,
Fostering unity across every land.
So step forth, oh champion, embrace your song,
With your spirit awakened, you truly belong.
In the face of the challenge, let your heart be your guide,
For the inner champion will always abide.
Copyright © Van Ben | Year Posted 2025
to be happy
one must find
a balance of things
unseen
enough stress
to be stimulated
without being
irritated
one must be challenged
but not to the point
of dismay
one must have goals
that are attainable
and one must have
dreams and visions
to pursue
and
one needs
a greater power than
humanity
to lean on.
Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2015
So intimate is, spectrum of love hues sublime
Vivifying our body, through touch sensory
As we meld into ambedo trance every time
Rekindling thereby, our pristine divinity
Sensuality heightened, if we be present
Imbibing subtle nuances within our heart
Thought rested awareness, flowing with the current
At each instant, throb of bliss ignition restarts
So intimate is, our continual breath flow
Pranic energy, percolating within deep
Moment to moment, innate aliveness aglow
As the nectar divine, into our pores does seep
Mindful presence, equal both within and without
Radiating a mysterious magnetism
No desires remain, onto which ego may grout
Endearing eye, bridging narrow thought form chasms
So intimate is, touch of lovers holding hands
In silence, exchanging love electricity
Their auras intermingling, gently understand
Tranquil fulfilment, thus in continuity
A walk along the beach, waves lapping up the shore
Soft moonlight enlivening the play of delight
Love in love with love for love alone, yearns for more
Teasing caress divine, radiant day and night
So intimate is, the flow of our innocence
Flitting gently from sensation to sensation
Void and manifestation merged in this parlance
A seamless continuum of meditation
Our vaporised self, assigning no preference
All life coordinates having equal appeal
Sensual vibrancy of the divine dream dance
Renews afresh that bliss throbs we so fully feel
Oh hermit! Each touch intimate and sensual
Lived from our stillness fulcrum, as Gods miracle
31-January-2021
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2021
Three faceless Misses
amble amidst vagarious March rains
under parasols / veiled in the anonymity of death/burial
Three / shifting between tangible lives
breathless bellies barely acclimated to first-life
Brown girls who were shadows before second death
Voiceless / ambassadors of disordered paradigms moved
past dangerous minds weaponizing skin/genitals/unlikeness
criminalizing the Creator who made all things well
Unnoticed whispers/ persistently noiseless as in their lifetime
holding umbrellas humbly against the falling judgments
of the colour-blinded masses - Why rains of sticks/stones/saliva
nooses to delete tar bodies
Yet hapless muses stumbled onto canvas
into dance/parlance
where they will become unabandoned
Savage Chronos buries memories in forgetting / turning them disremembered erased
Still / Three impossible princesses forge through moss
gray haze / dark puddles
swallowing uneasily their backbreaking grief over race relations
Daily / silently pissing peppers / hoisting parapluies
raiment raking wet roads
so saturated hems won't slap ankles
Three from carnal cages flew
haunting effigies rambling
seeking their paradise visions
Above Earth’s murky ways / umbrellas rise as masted ships
sailing the slender triumvirate to Elsewhere's ardent sun
cyan skies / immaculate time
when fretful flesh is shed / purified souls will travel in light
Three ancestral sisters became memory/myth/justice
bursting through Chronos’ forgetful fog
Lifeless / yet enduring / Three whispers:
“Justice will rain where it had condemned
the God of Creation is vengeful / He alone who’d seen us in a sightless world
humanity’s cheap lenses / unprofitable paradigms beg amends.”
Copyright © Trina Layne | Year Posted 2024
Recovery can be the biggest blessing you ever receive
Yet at the same time also being the highest mountain you have ever had to climb
One minute the adrenaline is pumping
Then the very next your finding yourself trapped within your or thoughts
Stuck facing reality without a clear set of directions
Realizing that there is no map to guide you
Understanding it looks different for everyone
Knowing for some, it may be complete smooth sailing
While also knowing that for others, it may also be like trying to stay dry in a monsoon with a faulty umbrella
For the first time having to see that it’s OK to not be perfect
Seeing your reflection in the mirror
A totally different person than you’re used to
One who is facing reality head on with pride
No longer hiding in the shadows, afraid of what others may think
Instead being genuinely yourself with no apologies or lies to hide the truth
Copyright © Tracy Lopez | Year Posted 2025
Sun RA Rockets to Mars/Tony Adamo/2000
Sun Ra rockets to Mars/ landing with his Arkestra by way of his supersonic jazzhip ship/
The red dust be a flyin’ below his dancen’ feet/
The heliocentric world of Sun Ra comes to the red planet
Sun Ra is a true jazzophonic citizen and the first musician to probe deep space/
He is a high tech hitchhiker among the stars with knowledge of the heavens above taken from the Egyptian pyramids below/
SING BRIDGE
Get on board the Sun Ra space cruiser/
Get on board we’ll travel the space ways together/
Get on board for bebop, jazz and beyond/
Dig the flight with Sun Ra leading the way/
Message from Sun Ra calling from Saturn and the milky way/
Message from” sonny”/
I’ve long left my earthly ways at Delmark,ESP,Saturn and Black Saint records/
My free jazz spacealicous music can be heard in between the layers of cosmic space to the galactic beyond
I bring you the healing force of the universe/
Space is the place
Oh yeah man talkin bout Sun Ra
The first space cruiser to dig outer space
That cat was beyond heavy
We don’t even know if he was born on this planet earth
Sun-Ra the first space cruiser to dig outer space
The first galactic man
See that sun a shinnin’
Right in back of your face
Sun-Ra space is the place
Yeahh Sun Ra doin his thing now
That creazy kind of galactic tripped out music
Bumpin ya rollin ya
ad lib vamp out (sing)Space is the place
Words from Tony Adamo’s CD,Miles of Blu
Copyright © Tony Adamo | Year Posted 2013
There's no more turning back,
There's no time left to heal;
There's no more warming sun,
There's no more life
to steal...
Copyright © Terry Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
The winter snow and freeze killed everything
I planted in the spring,
Rhododendrons, roses, Hawaii hibiscus
And the bougainvillea orange king.
Parsley, sage and thyme are gone,
Peony and pansies too,
The daisies died and I still sigh
For the loss of primrose blue.
No more azaleas or alyssum,
Passionflower or peppermint,
The coleus did not last nor sassafras,
And goodbye to rosemary’s scent.
And all the leaves on the lemon tree
Look more like a weeping willow,
Sagging sadly as if begging madly
To finally let her go.
But Spring is looming ‘round the bend
And new seeds await good earth,
To come alive in sun-filled skies
And signify life’s worth.
As all things come, and all must go
In a whisp of place and time,
Like flowers and plants in a cosmic dance,
The seasons of life are Sublime.
© Terrell Martin, 01/27/2025
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2025
Emotions weave the heart's lament, They can shatter what was once content. They can spark anew, a chance to mend, Yet can unravel, make you bend. At times, my heart is frayed, it’s true, Yet other moments, hope breaks through; A fresh beginning beckons with its art, Yet still I feel the weight, it pulls apart. When faith ignites, and dreams take flight, That’s when the tender ache ignites the night. With every fragment, I seek to reclaim, The strength to rise and start again, unashamed. A wish for dawn, to let my heart soar, To radiate freely, burden no more. To shine through darkness, a beacon bright, To banish the shadows and reclaim my light. Emotions may cloud the path we tread, They whisper loneliness, a song of dread. Yet, armed with courage, we will ignite, A inner fire, reminding us— we are light.
Copyright © Tanja Taylor | Year Posted 2025
I’m doing pretty alright
and that’s what I say
but I need you to love me today
Copyright © Syh Childress | Year Posted 2025
There was a great stillness in the air
and no sounds save a whispering sort of breeze
that spoke of something near, soon to be there
and silently urged all to bended knees
We spoke of a feeling of being called as others began to arrive
and as a brightening sky drew eyes skyward, we could see
a distant form, descending…….yes alive!
and though most of us remained in place, some began to flee
The sky, now churning as though a sea,
spread radiant shafts of iridescent light like arms spread wide
with a sound like a thousand bells rung in a celebratory harmony
that we not only heard but felt like joyous vibrations deep inside
The figure of a man now hung silently in mid-sky
We could see him gaze warmly from side to side upon the gathered crowd
as he spoke the words, “Rise and come to me my beloved, for it is I”,
in a clear voice that we all could hear, and yet it was not loud.
It was then that we saw what could only be described as a great ‘brightness’,
that quickly grew, not like the flash of a bright light,
but more like the dawn of a new day, that did not in the least frighten us
and revealed a place beyond anything we could have imagined or known by sight.
Steven L. Foley
06/03/12
Copyright © Steven Foley | Year Posted 2025
Trust
She's lost
No more threats
Slammed the door shut
More false accusations from her warped mind
Copyright © Stephanie Goldstein | Year Posted 2025
When I said, just everybody leave me
Dear true buddies, you always loved me back.
This bond of companionship.
Is more worthy than any kinda of Relationship
I am truly fond of this lovely affection nd attachment
that gave me good will and the harmony.
Beside true friends with theer fellowship that has
care, love and warmth in this fake world.
With the blind trust we build toghether
without any worry or hesitation
No more friends I need how
cuz they are meant to be my family.
It's not just a formality or Familiarity
but everything I believe believes believed
Thanks
Copyright © Stary Moon | Year Posted 2025