Your love song lapsed into ancient French that April day.
I only understood the words of spring and heartsore
lapsed. Only love and heartsore, I understood your ancient
words of the spring-day song into that French April.
You fabricate my pauses into repetition, silence speaks
of ages strung to rhyme in love’s difficult service
you strung into pauses in service to ages. Fabricate of
love’s repetition, rhyme speaks my difficult silence.
We practice tedium of vows till language breaks apart.
As if art should aim at science, rigorous, quantitative,
rigorous language breaks tedium. Science vows a part of
quantitative practice till we should aim “as if” at art.
Till we lapsed into language. As your ancient ages only
fabricate quantitative French strung to that difficult
practice, science speaks of tedium and understood rhyme.
The spring in service of love’s rigorous vows. April
pauses, heartsore. You and I, apart. If love should aim
my words at day, repetition breaks into silence of song.
Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2006
Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2013
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011
Oh how furious it was, God sent his power from above. He let the Black clouds
and the rain come gushing through our window panes. Oh what scary a sight to see,
I felt like running, I tried to free me. The gushing winds blowing so fast, I never
thought I would last. The winds he sent was meant to be, to warn all of us our
souls need to be free.
He sent his fury fast and long, we were all surprised where it roamed. The tornadoes
went from one county to another, sending its wrath, killing, destroying and giving us
trouble. Cries were heard throughout the night, People screaming and praying with
all their might.
The tornadoes did not stop, they destroyed our lands, and ruined our crops.
The devastation it left on our minds is here to stay and will never go away.
This is a terrible storm we will never forget, because it lasted a long time and all
of us were upset. We hoped and prayed it would pass us by, asking and praying
to God, please dont let us die!
We all tried to seek shelter in our homes, before we knew it, everything was gone.
Some of us found ourselves standing outside with nothing hardly for cover, we were
screaming and crying searching for one another.
Copyright © Shirley Long | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
for bruce springsteen...
it was a rain-swept monsoon day
way back then, so many moons away
when i felt the music strumming in my veins
setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins
you sang of simple truths,
your verse spoke to people just like me
in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night
as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight
'bobby jean' spoke to me
of that girl down the street
glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet
and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart
led me down further roads of thunder
when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on
and never to surrender
to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run
while i danced in the dark
with memories vivid and stark
even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark
and then a 'human touch' came along
and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song
and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes
as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies
in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned
as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned
and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up
working on a highway of scattered ideals
and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup
well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road
with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad
but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night
just like the ghost of that old tom joad...
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
“We made a fire that night.” “Do you remember?”
My front was hot
My back was as cold as hell
A frozen lake unwrapped itself before me
And lay solid like giant cubes in disarray
as if stuck fast to the inside of the wall
of a forgotten fridge-freezer compartment
“We looked up into the sky” “Surely you remember”
Their! Their! Hale Bopp presented itself like pieces phosphorous,
which had made its escape from the end of an old match
Dancing through the space in slow motion
like a Catherine-wheel that had lost it's pin
”You do remember, don’t you?” “Say you do”
It crept slowly across the fabric of the night sky
Continuing on its mechanical, melancholic return journey back to the sun.
Leaving behind in its wake,
bits of old cogs,
some second hands,
and some postcards from a long lost and forgotten letter box.
Throwing out its sodium streaks , which ripped through space
Like a beer stained 1980’s asteroids gaming console
in the corner smoke filled wine bar in Bordeaux
Only to makes its return in 4534
“ You will come and see me again?”. “Say you will “ “Please”
Copyright © Tony Kirk | Year Posted 2013
Not this month.
*it is difficult to find words to rhyme with 'month.'
Copyright © John Smith | Year Posted 2011
Last April, for me, had dull and dark days
God will bless, had said, the Hopeful May
Than came June with a shower of love
Happy was July as, I found my beloved
August we planned for bells to ring
December the fifth, for the vows to sing
From shop to shop went sweet September
Flowers and star to adorn the December
Waiting and longing for my lover
Please skip the year, Oh Dear October
The naughty November, bought me a surprise
And you left me alone, breaking all ties
With broken dreams came dear December
Memories of past hitting like a hammer
New hope I will get, to me, said January
Leave the past behind and do not worry
February came and then came March
Your love in my heart, still like fire, a parch
Looking at my life with a blank gaze,
April, for me, has dull and dark days.
Tuesday April 15, 2008
Copyright © Fatima Bhopali | Year Posted 2008
I do not know?
Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)
the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.
pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.
birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.
alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,
heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
Her eyes amused me, slices of January that held April tightly....
she could rain in snow, drop from upside-down skies, and we held tightly to the tears that
only appeared on the opposite side of closet doors as we marked our claim on unusual with
hand prints that never saw the sun.
Two days could have passed underneath us before we blinked, my windows whispered glorious
promises but we kept them closed for safety, for the opposition of who we could be, and
she knew the secret of every season, she knew how to laugh when bedroom doors...
I drew her behind the mirror and we created October across December stars, we became
disobedient underneath the glorious names we sang that night for lips speak magic when
they pretend to lie and dishonesty was but a kiss away from sunrise.
Time stung me come August, come March, come the age of thirty-two, her eyes had been shut
for years now and she sunk beneath flowers I am positive would be beautiful enough to
photograph had I the courage to glance, but my feet have never crossed the grass that
blankets her and roots her promises...
tangled beneath tomorrow with a tight grasp on yesterday, and I wonder if the days have
yet to fade the color of her hair.
It rained in January when I existed miles away, teardrops of memories that fell as softly
as the whispers of her name, I closed the bedroom door tightly and listened intensely for
the echoes of dishonesty, for she remained there, somewhere, behind mirrors that painted
her and the lies that bit my tongue, that reassured me...
our hand prints would hide from summer...
covered in ice-cream secrets that screamed her pain from a smile, from a foolish wish that
spoke us inseparable.
Her eyes, blue as October, slapped me, that day, as they painted themselves the secrets
girls are never supposed to witness, as they refused to allow April to fall but declared
with the beauty that she
could never see.
Copyright © JeanMarie Marchese | Year Posted 2007
Liner hits iceberg , a titanic disaster
My entry into Raul's contest " Six Word Masterpiece "
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
Dazed I stood at the site I could not believe
Surely my eyes were wrong and attempting to deceive
A flash of red had led me to this world unspoken
She was trapped under his body so utterly broken
Still I don't know what I thought through all of that commotion
But I had to preserve what a father had saved with his unending devotion
Through the muck and rain I wiped her tears
As she told me of her life, hopes, and fears
I prayed this light would not fade away
Like the sun on that stormy April day
Above we heard from under our soaked blanket
A cry from the others telling her she was going to make it
I am not the one who deserves praise for such bravery
For the hero's were our neighbors who showed true comradery
Copyright © Erin S | Year Posted 2012
As the day approaches,
I dread it with every fiber.
To the lucky,
This day holds no significance.
But for us,
If marks another year without you,
Another day our family weeps.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2012
A Spring afternoon racing marathon miles -
a crowd thick with families, runners and smiles,
shocked and bloodied by the burst of bomb’s twin blast
decimating the thrill of the finish line to be passed,
forever marking the moment when we collectively cried
as innocents were bloodied, were damaged, and died.
When roar of crowds and victories cheers
turn to blistered rage and painful tears -
when a moment where valiant struggles end
is broken by flesh as it burns and rends -
then the flash of a coward’s malicious act
highlights a city’s strength as fact.
And in the drifting smoke’s noxious gloom -
instead of the terror the heinous act assumes,
the fire that burns in every patriot’s breast
ignites heroism in the strongest and the best,
driving moments of humanity and heart
that refuse to allow us to be torn apart.
A tradition that’s lived more than a hundred years
will outlive a moment of a madman’s fears.
A city that has known two centuries of time,
its citizens stronger than any single act of crime,
will never bow down to the jackboot of fear –
the race will see a lot more runners next year.
Copyright © Christopher Reilley | Year Posted 2014
The world turned back to cold today
I turned, you turned, we walked away.
Four months alone to see your face
For hours few, but worth the wait.
And even though while at her side
You looked content to other eyes,
I think I glimpsed the hurt you feel,
I think that kiss was far from real.
Copyright © Annabelle Jane | Year Posted 2011
This two-armed gunman with an empty stare
who storms the classroom, barricades the door
has shot the dancing student with the sunny hair.
This two-armed gunman with an empty stare
would claim in hostage all that we hold rare.
Shall he lay waste our dreams forevermore –
this two-armed gunman with an empty stare
who storms the classroom, barricades the door?
Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2007
Strangers on the road
Ashes on the faces
souls melted with pains
but smiles on the lips
greeted each other
Arrows of April sun
piercing all through
but arrows of sights
deeper than the rays
searching souls endeavored
removal of curtains of bodies
Alas! found exhaustedly
can not succeeded
there is no way out for souls
to ooze out of bodies
and unite together
no earthly being can do
that may happen in heavens
two strangers on the road
with ashes on faces
wrinkles on souls
bodies scorched with rays
hearts bleeding with sights
feeling no bond any more
Copyright © ijaz ahmad | Year Posted 2014
The land of my father's explored in sections
A finger of blame points in wrong directions
Despite the concerns of who's to blame
A little girl lost and alone all the same
Taking a soul, horrific abduction
All that you knew, lost in a second
A beast took Beauty, still he won't tell
Kept like kings in sublime cells
Redeems his rights, without a care
She's frightened and alone somewhere
Copyright © Jodie Williams | Year Posted 2012
A scrambled mind, with so much,
I am at a loss for words.
Confused to a point I can't find my way back,
and my voice will never be heard.
The silence ringing in my ears,
is driving me insane.
All bottled up inside myself,
bowing my head in shame.
The constant movement in my head,
I am spinning out of control.
Reaching out for a little peace,
for something to ease the soul.
Tossed aside so carelessly,
I am damaged beyond repair.
Searching far and wide,
for someone to show they care.
Hanging on by a single thread,
my body fills with fear.
Wandering around and screaming inside,
but only I can hear.
The loneliness takes over me,
I don't know how much more I can take.
Holding on to all that I can,
I am certainly ready to break.
Copyright © Priscilla Larson | Year Posted 2010
I do not know?
The rain came down as so did the tears
unexpecting what would come after the
following years. So much left unsaid and
so much left to do I kissed your cheek
and said "i love you". We hoped for a
better tomorrow as time stole your soul
you gave me a wink an told me to never
lose control keep my eyes alive in your
heart for that would never die,Empty
thoughts consume my heart and mind
as i try to full fill your hopes and
over power mine.I read your words in
secret pages and the hurt you felt for
so long and your beautiful smile to
hide the words kept hiding are now
forever gone.The room became cold that April day as i watched your beautiful
smile turn to gray. Holding your hand
I felt you speak "Take care of your
self an my heart is yours to keep
remember our laughs,an not so much
the tears,but keep all close as I
will capture your fears". Sweet April
rain never knew the way it would fall
nor did it know it would take you
when it called.You left behind A
memory that would last till the end
and a voice that could reach behind
sin,Strong but stern,happy at times
but angry at most,you kept the promise
of always being close.I believed in
prayer to get us threw. Only one made
it an it was'ent you.You fought for so
long but i had to say goodbye,I promised
i'd never forget the tears of sadness
we cried.The happy times live on in me
and i will see you again some where above
the sea.Still the April rain continues
to fall until i see you again and you
greet me with my name i hear you call.
Copyright © cynthia gissendanner | Year Posted 2005
I do not know?
My birthday, Ur Christmas, His death
Toe to toe, heals to floor, fallen with missed steps
The 21st day of September
9th child of birth, must be hell for her to remember
Then again, maybe she's happy
Living life rejoiceful, sitting on the same doorstool
Bless the heart of this poor fool
That was my birthday, this is ur Christmas
As if holidays were forgotten
Seems these passing noels only could kiss us
Perhaps that's good enough
Besides, this is coming from a child
Whom never understood himself
Circling thoughts, is he abandoned
Is he still a follower of ur Christ
No longer do I lay immortal on melting ice
Recieve your gifts, for misery will never decieve this myth
That's Ur Christmas, this is his death
First weekend of April, last sunday of February
Love me! I'll wed you, then be buried
I've become fond of you
But I'll never miss this burden I've carried
Granted no sins, no chances to win
In this failing day, I'm so eager to attend
Ur son, my mothers child, have my coffin rest on another isle
My brother I knew little of you
But I miss your smile
This was my birthday, Ur christmas, His death
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2007
A Telegram from the Queen
An interview with Maisie Widdop,
On her very special day.
Her telegram from the queen has arrived,
and has something, she wants to say.
Maisie please tell our readers,
This most wonderful story of yours,
When you were but a small child,
A new world, was opening its doors.
"We are going on an adventure,
My Mother would frequently say to me.
A brand new life for all of us,
It will be marvellous, you wait and see.
Travelling in luxury and elegance,
Splendour, Grandeur will know no bounds,
Seven days of fun filled decadence,
Our feet won't touch the ground,
Nothing but the best for us,
Clever Daddy has taken good care.
You and me will want for nothing,
On his life he'd promise and swear.
We are sailing on the Tenth my love,
So we really must look our best,
Just in case the Captain invites us,
To his table, as special guests
I was just a Baby at the time,
My Father was taking us oversea.
A brave new world across the Pond,
He said, that's where work will be.
We were due to leave early April,
But I got a fever and couldn't sail.
Mother told Father "you go on ahead"
and we would follow soon, without fail.
Poor Father never reached New York,
On that fateful sailing ship.
So, we remained forever in England,
Never wanting to make the trip.
A twist of fate and I'm still here,
One hundred years old today.
Mother died back in Eighty-Three,
Ninety-Two when she passed away.
She told me this same heartfelt story,
From my birth, until the day she died.
Third class, sounded grand to her
But she knew; thought of Father and cried"
Copyright © Kevin Shaw | Year Posted 2017
It was just an ordinary day,
Until the sky turned black.
People going on their way,
Concern for the weather, they lack.
Weather bulletins given little thought,
We proceed forth with the agenda at hand.
Never imagining to our safe lives would be wrought,
Such destruction to our land.
Suddenly there was great wind,
The hail and rain did fall.
Tornadoes from the air descend,
Their wrath revealed to all.
Everywhere chaos broke out,
In peoples hearts terror reigned.
Our very lives were turned and tossed about,
Fear we did not feign.
Lives were injured and lost,
Bringing such sadness and void.
Material things wildly were tossed,
Homes and businesses destroyed.
Peoples lives forever changed,
In the twinkle of an eye.
Never again to be the same,
Due to dark clouds in the sky.
This too we shall rise above,
And peace we’ll have again.
Our communities that we so love,
Support and help we’ll send.
Tho we don’t understand why this fate we met,
Or it’s purpose for our life.
There’s a lot of work to do just yet,
And task that add to the strife.
Much brighter days ahead will be,
And will help to erase this painful time.
We’ll look back on this day with a solemn memory,
Homes and businesses rebuilt, our lives will again be fine.
Bulletins we’ll more seriously take,
With a new respect you’ll see.
Slow decisions we won’t dare to make,
Tornado warnings we will heed.
Another lesson we’ve learned from this,
As we go out for the day.
Leave your loved ones with words of love and a kiss,
And for their safety always pray.
Copyright © carey anderson | Year Posted 2006