Where silence waits, the others see,
A pale horizon, endlessly—
The wind has lips that do not speak,
Yet brush the tears along my cheek.
Here thought is buried under snow,
Where great minds go, yet never know
Why beauty fades, or dreams depart,
Or love forgets the faintest spark.
A whisper stirs the fallen air,
The stars look down, but are not there.
Each soul that burned too bright, too high,
Now flickers soft beneath the sky—
And silence keeps my lullaby.
The most authentic measure pertaining to exceptional intelligence (in my opinion) is the number of languages a person can speak fluent poetically; And the second one being technically endowed.
As you acquire materially
The spiritual could diminish
If it wasn't acquired spiritually
Before the earthly grabbing
Be careful and be true
Then truth will guide
To the true treasures
Which come from truth
For the nonce, living soul,
you will breathe in new lessons through our tender tethering
as your seeking thirst is slaked through your skin;
for life's osmosis seeps mortal knowledge not implanted at conception.
Susan Ashley
September 16, 2019
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Arbitrium Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
*An excerpt from: Odyssey Of A Soul; written June 8, 2018*
This is a true, but amusing tale,
Hope your laughter does not fail,
'Tis a saga of a cockatoo,
Of life, he held a jaundiced view,
At the going down of the sun,
Cocky embellished his own fun,
And at the rising of each dawn,
Cocky's catharsis our ears did adorn,
The parrot kept talking, none listened to he,
Cocky had such a vivid vocabulary,
All starting with "F...ing C...'s"!
We heard his morning matins, you see,
His vespers were hard to believe,
'Twas sociolinguistic acquisition, prithee,
His jaded look at society,
Swearing is cathartic, but so lazy,
Yes, old cocky had such a vocabulary!
will you please wake up
but first signal where
you will place your dreams
not there my grey hair
and nitro tablets might not mix
your eyes so matter-of-factly
smack me upon my brow
a reminder of how the years
can grow grass through concrete
or turn boulders to sand
forgive me if I piffle
forgive me if I bore
but you must know that I
can’t piss like a stripling anymore
no nation, no state, no corporation
no family, no self, no nebulous soul
enriches itself by acquisition
to gain its stuff but lose control
equality is the rule of life
because any thing that is acquired
must be relinquished by another
balancing the equation is required
the take or give we do to live
determines quality of fulfillment
with less is more, we're all in store
for days of joy and contentment
don't need no plane or border gain
to bring more meaning to our lives
believe the purpose is in the sharing
with friends and laughs we will survive
© Goode Guy 2012-08-16
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