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Details | Free verse |
Poets
Dreamers
We dream with eyes open
Manipulators of time and space

Masters of imaginary universes
Warriors
Lovers
Healers

Nothing is beyond our reach
Pen in hand
Heart allowed to flow free
Words the oxygen we breath

Dark
Hopeful
Philosophers of our day
Pointing the way
Wishing to be heard
Will others see beyond the words
To where the wisdom lay
We all have our roles to play

So yes we dream
With our open eyes
Hoping others realize
We don't wish to disguise 
Yet sometimes hearts lie

If you look underneath
The metophor
You will find a key to the hidden door
In the end
Thats all we are asking for


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013




Details | Sonnet |
My Muse, I So Abuse

My muse crying loudly, please write this way
I replied laughing, that will be the day
She storms off in a most indignant huff
I shouting at her, damn isn't that tough?

No fear, she always runs as she returns 
she my heart so loves, as my mind she burns
I, that often sit on cold bed of stones
She, poetic judge that often breaks bones!

Dead of night she cuddles up to me near
utters words, sweet nothings and a cold fear
I inquire, but my heart you love so dear
She shouts, that was a folly from last year!

My muse and I play wicked cat and mouse
She may be the roof but I am the House!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-26- 2014

note: My muse is a vindictive little tramp
she makes me kneel humbly before she lights the lamp!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Musings , Wishes and Life



The Fire burneth while our world turneth
yet the rose still holds it's red bloom

The mighty Oaks stand majestic and tall
while man's glory hardly rates a call

The cold Wind bloweth so surely we know
angels bleach the whiteness in the snow

The Forest lives to give beauty and art
wildlife and earthly souls stand far apart

The Sky singeth and the sweet earth reflects
Natures beauty opposite man's many defects

The Soul endures and stays the greatest test
that prove kindness and love serve us best

Robert J. Lindley, 06-26-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014




Details | Free verse |
Listen carefully every morning,
you hear the breath of God.
Be attentive to the birds' symphony,
the melodious hum of bees
the wish wash of the breakers
that blast the rocks down near the sea.
Hush, that's the wind whispering,
perhaps it's praying too
as clouds race overhead in laughter
eager to reach the lofty hills
where trees bow down their heads
and leaves rustle in tonal patterns
as mild rain pitter patter
a gentle lilting rhythm to soothe
my turbulent thoughts. 
Oh to have lived in David's time,
dance each dawn to a lively tune
played upon a zippy zither
giving praise to Thee, O Lord.
 
Is it a wonder then 
that with each noise 
at break of dawn,
my thoughts turn to You
Oh my dear loving God?

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
She comes to me impalpable.
A courtesan of crimson red dreams.
Her words fall from her lips in ethereal melodies.
Pulling my twine to seal the seams.
The nature of her existence,
Whispering along the hue of my suspended form.
Her voice becomes substantial to my eyes.
She recreates images of a thunderstorm.
Lightning cracked as she portrayed,
A landscape engulfed by dark clouds with no rain.
Beneath the canopy people danced a masquerade.
The music played on as they stepped their sin.
Entering among them, a mask upon my face,
An aching search ebbing within.
There through the crowd soft brown eyes met my gaze.
She swam through the dancing sea taking my hand.
We began to merge our steps; souls ablaze.
There adrift the violin of the forgotten land.
The reason for our creation became known.
As we held each other in such a caring way.
Something between us had secretly grown.
We would remain dancing together. Forever and a day.

Copyright © Sam Beloved | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |
O' Dear Poets, Let True Pens Dance

O' dear poets, hold sweet and true to thy calls
Let not rejection's dark, lead hearts astray
Not into realms of drought stricken pitfalls
Nor in shallow vessels of weakened clay!

Stay dear poets, with kindness sent this sad world
Keen unto love, hope and mercy's great gifts
Pen to let magnificent words be hurled
In soul's fine music that cheers and uplifts!

O' dear poets, grace us with joyful heart's glee
Dance below moon's gleam cast lights thus given
For these gifts setting us apart and free
Bring us to gates of paradise liven'!

O' dear poets, buckle belts, greet all as friend
We are waves splashing hope until the end!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-05-2017

Sonnet
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 112

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | ABC |
There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I want you..
And I was made just for you
I'll make love to you
All the night with you

Feel my heart that burns in fire
Look my eyes that full of desire
As our bodies ignite in passion
Our souls chain in a strong union

Carressing every part of you
Gives me satisfaction
Dancing in the hymn of love
That just the two of us can hear it loud

Nothing seperate me from you
No one could make me feel like the way you do
Our passion for each other binds us together
And our love for each other makes us FOREVER!

Copyright © Jerica Sanchez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tail-rhyme |
                  
                                               
 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear. 
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.


 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself .
 
                               
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
 
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost . 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
 
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
 

 There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                         By;
                                            Shanity Rain 

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
In a dark dusk canvas, I watched the wine red sunset go down on my way,
I wonder if your heart can paint out my feelings for you?
This evening, we both have plenty of time, so let's spend it with each other,
Let's be at ease and sit back, watching as it begins~! 

Miracle Painting, 
Miracle show time,
I'll put you in a trance with my magical brush strokes, 
Up to the tip of my nails, your colours will be on my canvas. 

With my beautiful dress, I'm basking in the starry sky's bright limelight,
With pride, I dance on my tip-toes, looking at you, I feel so happy! 
This evening is the best, as I apply highlights around a blue eye pupil,
Embrace me tight, if we pile layers of love, we'll move along~! 

Miracle painting, 
Miracle romance,
I'll put love into this magical brush stroke,
Up to the tip of my hair, it's all for you.

This night with you, I wonder how many dreams there are, the overflowing feelings,
I can't count them out, I just can't convey them! It's not enough...
That's why, at this magical moment,
It's not over.

Miracle painting, 
miracle show time, 
This magical brush stroke has already entranced you,
But I still want to give you more of my colours. 

Please don't end it yet, miracle painting, 
A technique full of captivation,
There are still more final touches I need to apply, so please wait,
Then I will tell you, from the bottom of my heart,

I love you~!

Copyright © Frisk Carris | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Strange colored skies climb northernly this night
Calling our future with wild deamons eyes
Abscure as the creatures who answer the call
Wild are the answers of the reasons and the faults
Certain as the well swept winds
Alluring in it's grasp fought negatively through single wins
I pray twords the skies and it curdles and swims
Thoughts twords the sun and it scorches my rims
Carry me far enough I can be within your sights
Stash us away and the sun will be bright
Motors may break but oceans will be light
I will stay on the coast and wait 
The award I will do is make the evening a minute late
Parched is the gulf as the single minute breaks
Great is the second docks a seperate mans gate

The Earths crust slowly begins to crumble
It quivers, then quakes, it slowly opens, the rivers break
A star is born somewhere, a beautiful new star
Great is the struggle, born from the heavens a small light it makes

The new star pulls, it turns, then it feeds and it's fuel it burns
Gently it orbits following all things it understands
The new star bends it dances it stands
Tancing outwardly as creations comprehend

A continient wavers as the new star binds its brand
It feeds off of our oceans as our tides wash in
It goes just as softly forward and back
As the rays of its placement barrow up to the sun
We watch very carefully because it's damages are already done

Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |
A Shining Forest Princess My Heart Made


While walking in heaven's forest garden
a wanderer within this magic realm.
Sought mystical views to grant a pardon
resting, found her underneath a witch elm.

Deep in my enchantment I found her there
sweetest vision passing into my view.
She, mythical creature gracing the air
as if my longing mind brought her on cue!

Needing a partner for her pas de deux
she beseeching me to give her my aid.
Thus began my forest dancing debut
with a beautiful goddess my mind made.

Dance over, this vision bid sweet adieu.
I wonder, was it a dream or love true?

Robert J. Lindley, 10-17-2015

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	N/A
Total # Words:	100

Target hit- with a perfect ten syllables per verse and exactly 100 word count!! Not an easy task... --Tyr

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

            walking silently with the spirits of the woods 
             the stunning acquaintance of a snowy Owl
             Hearing songs from many around yet not seen or found
           
             careful your crossing a coral snake or copperhead
             preparing to wave all rights to see beauty to live
             one piercing bite from the red and yellow snake 
             deadly shy snake sudden death may await your fate

             stillness and earth is touched with Cherokee blood 
             many tribes with sage and fires dances the brave
             you see the wild mustangs ride and deer in mind
             the squirrels the rabbits and wolves you hear
 
              the woods once a many land to explore
              becomes extinct with Mans desire to build more
              how much can we take before it is gone forever

              entered  " in the woods contest "

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
The pulse is in my head
Out on the crowded floor
The exhilaration of movement
Don't care who is looking
No missed steps
Just a change in choreo
Surrounded by people 
I can still be alone

Copyright © Andrea Doherty | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blank verse |
This world created before me,
Twists and turns towards me-
To look and see a simple glance
A majesty of dance.
Encircle, entwine
The scenes of your life,
May they intertwine
Collectively becoming the sunrise,
A kiss goodbye
A heartfelt wish
A magical dream come true,
A belief in you.
I shall overcome my emotions
To create a balance of the divine
Hear me sing
Whisper to your ear
Close your eyes
For you- my being, my wholeness, my grandeur
Love let go
To carry upon my shoulder
The weight of your heartstrings.

Copyright © Wendy Henry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Within Sweet Dreams Her Lover Resides


Within sweet dreams her lover resides
surrounded by flowers on all sides
Wind blows to soothe her poetic heart
as each night's loving dreams start

Dreaming shadow realm brings her love
angelic prince from heaven above
Golden palace graces their sweet dance
all perfect in this epic romance

Singing clouds, the music softly plays
as she adores prince's gentle ways
Each dance matches her heart's beats
as she lays in soft satin sheets

Here space and time stands very still
as she embraces a joyous thrill
The softest kiss ever so sweetly given
upon lips of a girl now truly livin'

With every love touch he speaks to her
hours glide by in a kissing blurr
Before each dawn they find deeper joy
as her prince becomes a lover boy

Moments before true romance breaks
a climax through her body rakes
Only then does her prince bid goodbye
as she wakes with a joyous cry

Within sweet dreams her lover resides
surrounded by flowers on all sides
Wind blows to soothe her poetic heart
as each night's loving dreams start


This poem was inspired by the poetess Gail Angel Doyle's
wonderful poem titled--"A Bed of Petals"...
Thank you very much my good friend. 
I was looking  for inspiration to write a romantic poem and 
found it within your fine write tonight!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |
Verse 1:
Don't be shy,
I just wanna spend some time,
Make you mine,
Make it right,
Don't need to worry,
Girl, no one will ever compare,
To you,

Chorus:
Girl, The moon is close tonight,
Mother nature's on my side,
Let the clock move slow all night,
Come chill with me tonight,

I said the dj's on my side,
And he's playing our song all night,
We can dance all through the night,
Come chill with me tonight,

Verse 2:
Listen to the night,
Listen to the moving of the trees,
Their talking to me,
Controlling me,
They make me move,
As I watch the movement of the 
moon,

Chorus:
The moon is close tonight,
And it's shining on so bright,
And our love is worth the fight,
Come chill with me tonight,

Girl, the party's off tonight,
And their playing the disco right,
And the club won't be jumping 
tonight,
Come chill with me tonight,

I said the dj's on my side,
And he's playing our song all night,
We can dance all through the night,
Come chill with me tonight...

Copyright © Anthony Scandrick II | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
DANCE OF THE PARTICLES

In their Quark mass attributes 
and their lofty Spin pursuits, 
Comes the new Cute particles 
with their Charmed quarked articles.

Will they be Strange in a life that's long? 
Is Truth and Beauty their new song? 
Are they a Charm or is that wrong? 
What can you show us by Hadron?

What's the recipe or math
In this CERN Collider bath?
One Beauty, one Strange, and one Down quark, 
that weigh, align, and spin, and spark.

Six times more Massive than any Protons, 
is the new weight for two new Baryons; 
the building blocks of all known things, 
planets, people, and  machines.

New Baryons short lived, break into smaller pieces, 
in this dance that never ceases.  
Little bits we never see, 
now described as quarks b, s, and d.   

Their secret math showed their existence. 
All known tests put up resistance. 
Then the Hadron pushed them near 
and showed new Baryons crystal clear. 

Edlynn Nau

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |
It is crystal clear and right in front of you.

Mixed and matted in a haze so very clear.

Little spots and little dots are floating near.

They get closer and closer to pass through.

 

Once inside, new thoughts begin to spew.
Some are of joys and some you will fear.

Be rest assured most will make you cheer.

When it leaves there will be many a clue.

 

The day will set,

And night will fall,

This sign you get.

It’s a name you call.

 

So wake up and be clean and keen,

See the unforgettable as the unseen.

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2013

Details | Concrete |
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.

Copyright © Drew Rutherford | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
There is a demon in my closet and it is safe to say
 I have kept him there safely, each and every day
 Asking about his words, I thought I heard him pray
 He laughed openly stateing he was always hearing me play
 I followed, I listened I leaned over to his ways
 
It turns out he's here over an angel and a wish of keeping me gay
 Saintan is forever listening to what becomes my fate
 The doors still closed as softly as that horrid divorced decay
 But he was not wearing my brand, a mark of forever may it stand
 He had choose to turn the other cheek, to find a higher point of understanding
 
Something more suitable than just a standard branding
 A mark of a book, a devils open handing
 A demon to help me through troubles and fears
 A someone there when all I have left is openly flowing tears
 He jesters, he peers, he jokes, he steers
 But I think my favorite time is where leers


Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I Chased A Rainbow

I chased a rainbow across brilliant sky
I ran blinded without even asking why

Colors blasted my deepest thoughts apart
sky a shining rainbow did swiftly yield
a journey I flew into with a hurried start
chasing a work of art into a flowery field

So easy to feel the aura and singing hues
as I raced blissfully on my merry way
great mystery awaiting without any clues
a longing sent that my heart must obey

Diamonds and gold I did not ever find
a glory of mercies was what I found
love soon took hold of my lonely mind
as divine music gave out lovely sound

Dancing fairies next took their bows
as I scampered across and all around
ships appeared with such stately prows
golden anchors clinking on silver ground

I caught a rainbow Spirit with a plea
increase the love of precious life in me

Robert J. Lindley  07-28-2014

This came to me as I was waking this fine morn.
Lack of time to write it down , I mentally finished 
it later today. I saw rainbow light as I woke this 
morning. Methinks my Muse was shouting at me! lol

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose |
Writing about daisies roses rainbows and waterfalls helped me
Escape the madness of the city LIFE.  The JUNGLE. 
Whenever I wished to return I laid my pen down and
Anticipated the next siren.  So...

I laid back and reminisced for most of the day. Now, time for
Concrete and asphalt.  Cement and metal fire escapes.  I
Screamed more times than not with every passing siren.
I wanted to admire  the faults in the pavement  close up.  I
Missed  NEW YORK when I stayed  half the Summer at my
Aunt's  place in Brunswick, Georgia.  So I've  been away for
A while,  just My style.

In this aisle!  That's my CHILD! My mother screamed in the 
Local SUPERMARKET with her thick Caribbean accent.  It seemed
As though her voice boomed  through every aisle in the 
Market.  She would  search the security monitors  when ever I
Wasn't at her side.
YEAH,  I'm   pretty regular  now.
Not  versatile anymore at all. 

I dance SMALL.  EXQUISITE.  I've had about enough of
This.  O.k let me  entertain you."  I'll put. On a skit."  Then
I said " I know. Look out of the window.  I'm going down 
Stairs to dance barefoot!!"
If you danced barefoot  You're sure to Gather a huge crowd.
"I HOPE they throw money at me."

Dressed in Jean shorts and a new green T-shirt,  she 
Pursued her money making scheme.
I was thankful for that summer.
9 years old and bored in NYC.
IT'S  only a matter of time before I found trouble.
Little child running WILD with brick feet.

I had to get their attention.
"This here Is about to be a  TREAT!!"
A teenager had a boom box with him.
"Hey  yeah, that sounds nice. Turn that up"
He increased  the volume as high as the sky.

She tapped her feet listening for the beat.
A slightly raised portion of the stoop was her stage.
Before  anyone knew it she whipped the crowd with 
The NAE  NAE for at least 8 to 10 minutes and the
Crowd grew as they oohed and aahed.

Someone in the crowd asked her what her name was.
"Licia."  She smiled breathlessly.
"My name's Licia", she repeated.

They responded just as she hoped they would.
They threw money at her.
Yeah! She danced more and heard the excitement of her cousins
Racing down the stairs to her aid.
That was fly LICIA.
No one ever called her Val, her first name.
FANTASTIC!! When ever we.
 Needed money all we had to do was dance.
Sometimes my identical twin cousins 
Damian and  Dezrah joined me.

That was a little adventure.

THEY bounded the  stairs swiftly, anxious for an accurate count.
That was it she had a rep now.
Her three cousins cheered her as they entered the 
Apartment still the only ones home.

She lived with her mother. A nurse at the local 
Hospital.
She wouldn't be home until twelve tonight.
The four of them sat on the bed counting what looked
A bit like bank robbery stash.
It was $137 and 50¢

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |
WINTER

We all have heard The Greatest Creation Story Ever Told,
and it is
as title so boldly baldy states.

Yet, within and without,
before yet also after,
this History of Earth's CoRedemption
deepy lies
highest and healthiest Her EarthStory
born of Sun,

SPRING

RNA's ReGeneration of Creativity Story
nurturing nature
embracing trees of life
and of dualdark cosmology,
DeComposition,
uncomposing our History song and BusinessAsUsual dance.

Spring's decomposition prophetess sighing surf
implications 
remembering future's reincarnate regenerative preferences
for health-cooperative networks,
fire-sided circles extending family political legends
and hopes,
dreams and fears,
designing and writing PermaCultural Operas out of bird and cricket songs,
then circling and spiral dancing these forward-hoping gifts
through labyrinthine polycultural productions,
RNA's love-sprouts.

SUMMER

HerStory's Musical TragiComedy,
in Four Acts,
begins as embryonic healthy Uracil with Cytosine,
composting winter,

anticipating this Great Transitional Spring
of regeneratively green rainbows,
crystal-fractal PreMillennial trinitarians,
birthing cooperative 4D nondual co-arising WinWins
as WealthWithoutWalls nurturance,

Followed by Summer's PostMillennial regenerative climax
of health-resonant political-economic resolutions,
full-octave (0)-scaled cooperatives
of opulently lattice-networked slow-growth DNA development
and kinda sexy in a transgenderational
multicultural
thrustingly and receivingly with gratitude
empathic kinda way.
HerStory's consumer-production diastatic balance

Closing with Fall's integral harvest of polypathic manna
within and from Earth's Heavenly flow-streams of sap,
pee and sperm,
pollen and seeds,
bicamerally pumping blood and surfing in and out waters
of perennial post-climatic baptism

into advent of yet another Winter
sitting in warm solidarity circles
around HerStory's nurturing fire,
singing PermaCultural Operas of health nurturing EarthTribes, 
together at love's great culminating last,
recalling unfortunate former climatically competitive History
flying apart.

Earth's Greatest Nurturing Intelligence Story
tells tall fall
and listens deep ecosystemic function,
presence of conscious co-empathic mind
producing season's of health v pathology development.

AUTUMN

Sadly, death is as necessary to ecologies of intelligible life
as monocultural competitions are to organic multisystemic cooperation,
and so this HerStory as HiStory NonDual Two must pass
into a final Fall Curtain,
eventually,
and yet time enough for Earth's fully self-sustaining regenesis
is eternity and omnipotence enough for me
within autumnal HerStory.

Then again,
there was that implication
of slowly rising understoried regenerative love-curtain
equivalent to Fall's degenerative notnot desertion,

WINTER

recycling Her New CoEmpathic Golden Hibernation Stories,
born of murmuring multicultural lulla-goodbye farewell namastes,
echoing reiterations of Aloha Time's HerStoric 
bilateral dipolar remembering,
reincarnational cosmology of NotNot Over
'til the rainbow-regenerative Lady
finishes singing EarthTribe's Great ReGeneration Opera.




Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epic |
Pl. See also Related BLOG of 17TH Feb

Prelude

This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly on my imagination.
The theme is anger, how it can destroy even the entire Earth and if controlled,
how it converts into a creative energy. The incident is from the mythology of 
Hindus, which speaks, how Shiva the supreme God of Hindus started 
one day his Tandava Nritya * or the Dance of Destruction…..What was 
the cause of this anger would be explained in the concluding part of this story. 


When the Earth was in danger

Anger then always come-up in the form of Tandava Nritya*
Sometimes by hearing, the cries, that often suffocates the mind,
Shiva’s heart melted like lava,   and came up in the form of anger,
To destroy everything, so that a new world can be formed and created. 06

This cycle of creation and destruction of the Universe,
Keep rolling and running like this, forever, we know it or not,
The Sun, the Moon, the Stars and ours the most beloved Earth,
They all are borne to play, sing and dance and to amuse each other and
Then to gradually depart or disappear,  with a silent smile one day, 
Without ever any regret before the God, for their gains or losses. 07

Even Lord Shiva* also keep the imperishable fire of time,
In the cosmic depths of his third eye, we call Trinetra,*  which reduces,
Everything to ashes, so that the cycle of creation may continue  for ever, 
On our Earth and everywhere in the  limitless space, we call Brahmanda* and 
The Universe may continue to work, as a shadow of Brahma*  or God . 08

But then, it was the question of the existence of all living beings,
There was only one hope, which could have saved the Earth,
From the cosmic fire of Shiva’s Trinetra* or the third eye,
The remedy was that someone extraordinary in beauty, dance and grace,
Should perform a flawless dance, to divert Shiva’s attention so that,
He may not generate the heat in his third eye, to destroy the Earth,
Only the removal of his grief from mind and heart,  resulted in his Tandava Nritya*
Could save the Earth and its inhabitants, from the fire of such anger blast. 09

Ravindra
Kanpur India 17th Feb. 2011			to continue in 3/5

*Brahmanda = Brahmanda (Sanskrit) (from Brahma cosmic spirit + anda egg)
Egg of Brahma; the imbodiment of Brahma, particularly the solar system, physical,
psychological, and spiritual. Hindus "called Brahma . the kosmic atom. 

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
The Tumid River of Acheron (the journey) Part One-Revised

Darkly,  the tumid rushing waters flow
where any man most wisely fears to go.
Liquid blackness singing in epic pain
torture, misery and cries of insane!
Echoes of  Eperius in the West,
shadow realm wherein evil never rests.

Black ship of Kharon eternally sail
into the sunless land of a dark hell.
Land of those lost , family and dear friend
exists for all wicked women and men!
Black abyss where Apollo never walks,
lost souls ripped apart by screeching hawks.

Forever filled and by rowboat conveyed
miserable, crying souls are relayed.
Crossing the tarn of Acheron then,
cursing future torments for all lost men.
Seething waters that ever separate,
those so damn lost to future tortured Fate.

Father of evil waters from which sprang,
the river Styx of which man's curses rang.
Flowing stream holding back evil so foul, 
where agonizing spirits scream and howl.
Acheron, seething lake of scorching heat
where demons slash into the souls they eat!

Delivered shadows fall onto prayers cast,
vanity briefly soothes, forever lasts.
Prayers sinking quickly like river cast stones,
dreams forming into ghastly skin and bones!
Waters that wrap around Haides evil realm
with Daimon, evil dark Lord at the helm.

Gushing forth from solid bowels of rock,
rushing blackened waters rising to shock.
Upon its moving mass of wretched stink
poison lethal no mortal man may drink.
Kharon, the ferryman stands at the oars
delivering the lost upon dark shores.

Far below the  Mariandyni coast,
Acheron ferries victims to its host.
Loaded within spirits of cries and moans
Kharon laughs at all the misery groans!
Set upon southern shore of the black sea
in sun's light never again will they be.

Many dark tales of Acheron's fame,
fallen victims weeping in sin and shame.
Moans rising as dark waters deliver
the wretched lost to painfully quiver.
In this dark abhorrent , torturing Hell
lost souls living in lustful sin had fell.

Robert J. Lindley, (revised) - 04-10-2015

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Note:  This is part one. The journey into HAIDES 
by way of crossing the Styx. The river Styx is 
actually an off shoot of Acheron that splits into
the Styx and the Cocytus. 

Part two now has two lines written. It will be titled ,
Haides and Tormented Souls (the Dwelling).. 
I have no preset limit to the second part, may be 
longer or shorter. I suspect it will be even longer.
I hope the readers enjoy this write. I wanted to do 
something dark and move away from all my love, romance 
and Nature writes. A bit of variety to stir my 
imagination...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Didactic |
               Style

Compass points in more than one direction
Lays low its feelings before the landscapes gravity
Magnetism searched below the skin of Earth       
Substances you can’t touch or feel or see between the seams
Reveal no secrets or mysteries down in the weight of things
But up above the surface, are aromas for the senses
Fragrances of good and evil roam around the world
Nose points in that > direction
Beyond that is the future
Around the corner are other corners
Future always waits complacently
Corners do not hesitate or move themselves
There are more of them than you can count
A compass is useless in the dark as a companion
But will help you navigate the bend of days
The future is unknowable and unknown
If you must go, go all the way
Take a device that indicates and points directions
One that can sing and dance and play
If you get lost at least you’ll go in style 
A compass with a smile will know the way

Created on 1/02/15 for  PD’s “First  Poem of 2015”  Poetry Contest

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days

Emund is busy
preparing his
dance-floor for
partners who’ll put
him to the test. 
His pedigree line
has proven with time

that it is now his
turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge
from the bush as
they gather in
answer to nature’s
call.
They dance, and then
go away, they know
they cannot stay; 
there is not enough
food for them all. 

They dip and they
weave as they mingle
together knowing
that each has a
chance 
With his reputation,
there is no
hesitation; 
he is ready to join
in the dance.
‘Bonk! Bonk,’ comes
the sound of another
arrival, ‘It’s
Emulena!’ he says
with a grin. 
Others move to the
side as he leaves
them mid-stride 
to greet this dancer
as she flounces in.

With sensuous,
rhythmic movement of
hips she fluffs up
her boa, it bounces
in time. 
He matches her mood.
His movements are
smooth 
as they twist and
twirl in their
dancing mime.
He does not fuss
about who takes the
lead, he follows and
their dance now is
ending. 
With steps that are
light he glides to
the right, 	
he meets her, bows
deeply, head
bending.
 	
Emulena says,
“Sorry, we cannot
stay longer, we all
must find paddocks
anew.
It matters not
whether we all stay
together,
we trust you to know
what to do.”
As she speaks, they
deposit their gifts,
and he hears, as in
chorus they say,
“We know you’ll do
magically, what you
do naturally 
to deliver these in
your own way.”

After completing her
task, Emulena stands
tall and she fluffs
up her feathers once
more.
They follow her lead
in twos, and in
threes, 
and promenade across
the dance floor.
Left all alone, he
goes back to his
duties and looks
closely at each pale
green shell.
He checks all for
defects. He sees
they are perfect, 
so with care he
covers every one
well.

He sticks to his
task for fifty-five
days in sunshine,
strong winds and
some showers.
He values each
treasure and tends
them with pleasure 
as he, turns each
egg every three
hours.
Through his long
lashes he sees
danger coming. He
drops his neck down
like a log.
Feathers flying on
high and red fur
prowls near-by; 
he needs to fool
both bird and dog.

The shells have now
turned a dark bluey
green, there’s an
infertile egg in the
batch. 
This egg will be
food for his hungry
brood; 
but he won’t eat or
drink, ‘til they
hatch.
Each day he looks
up, and turns his
head to the sun as
it rises each
morning.
He’ll sit day and
night until the
time’s right.
He knows, that time
comes without
warning.

to be continued...

Copyright © J Eliza JAMES | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
Stripping For The Crown

Well, I sat back and thought about your contest
As silly as it may sound, I chuckled with a grin
A contest I desperately desire to win, 
Bribing the sponsor, with words - not money

Sadly, I sit on top of the popularity list, 
Not number one, just another number two, 
I want more, I need to explore
How to become a poetry contest wh0r3?
Casarah, this is for you!
Embrace yourself, as I rub my fingers all over my keyboard
I know just how to relieve you from too much poetry tension
First, I'll pull you in, undress a few moments and sentiments
Caress you with sweet sin, my adorable friend
I don't flirt, I don't kiss ass, but today on this poem, 
I will demote and express myself by chasing your pen
I promise to send kisses between each cheek, this week
Whisper words of sincere into your ears 
Forget about the making of men, how easily they drool 
It becomes cheap and gross watching them slobber like fools

What you need is a poetic Mistress, loving every move
Breathing and tasting every word you write
I remember meeting your first featured poem, 
SPRING never felt so incredible!
A fresh, beautiful flower among this community
Your words jumped inside my head, 
Seducing and sending shivers down my spine.
Casarah, your words feel so good I need to read more about you
Sometimes I wish I could rest in your poems forever,
Hurting with you, lost with you, especially in love with you

The toughest part about the soup is watching you believe 
Another poet slipping words, supposing you are their best, 
Those poets lack a friendly smile; wetting your spirit
With no stake, together they flock with low self-esteem,
Leading you away, from your original form and fame
Don't believe in every word they spray, 
slowly you have become 50 shades of gray
Don't mind me, I'm just trying to win and turn you on
--- THEY CAN'T HAVE YOU!
How will you learn how to dance?
When you keep wearing the wrong shoes!

They will never understand your desires, as I have 
In My Dreams, you will recover your Private Beach, 
Love Drugs, under The Sun you love so much
Like you, I am A Hunter In The Darkness, 
With a monstrous mirage, bleeding, bribing your soul
Casarah never has there been an A$$ worthy to kiss
Until now.... Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!
If I can't take first place,  I'll settle with coming in second 
One thing I learned long ago, no one cares for number one 
But Number One! 
Every one seems to follow who almost came in first place 


By: SKAT

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010