And Poems - Poems about And

Beneath tin roofs and between rusted walls, their dreams hang like torn cloth patched, and faded , in the wind. A cracked bowl, a child’s laugh hope drawn in a poster on broken walls....

Continue reading...

They played on the jukebox—The Rolling Stones, In a bar where old time softly groans. A voice called out for ANGIE, low, Like a ghost from many years ago. She danced like HONKY TONK WOMEN do, In denim dreams and shoes so blue. He watched her move, UNDER MY THUMB, But knew her heart would never come. She vanished like a RUBY TUESDAY...

Continue reading...

Self alone is, at the singularity point Self-existent light beyond space and time Renewing itself within itself, It itself does anoint This Self as luminous heart, intuits love’s chime Creating within itself a wave of pure intent Fulfilled instantly, as is the paradigm God, a golden sphere, grants consent The embryonic Self plunges into His heart Now love enabled, exuding an ethereal...

Continue reading...

some fight each other some learn to play together others co-exist ...

Continue reading...

butterflies and bees pollinating the flowers spreading new beauty ...

Continue reading...

In a world of illusions, where great and small liars play chess with destinies, Curtains of smoke dance on the stage of time, hiding unwritten truths, On a black canvas, they paint empty words, with brushes of dirty silver, And in deep pockets they gather shattered dreams, like stones from a silent river. Under the mask of saviors, they...

Continue reading...

In all the books of history written with ink of blood and dried tears, There is no war that was not hatched in the shadow of palaces of power, Governments alone, like birds of prey sharpening their claws in silence, Independent of the hearts of people, for whom war is always poison. How many generations have marched on dusty...

Continue reading...

bomb shelters abloom uranium enriched dreams hives cratered by drones...

Continue reading...

Heaven, synonymous with Heart in its becoming of the New Human ~ perception, perceiver and perceived when merging incubates an anechoic reality________ all else incanting illusion labyrinths of hopelessness whether it includes jade palaces, tantric temples peacocks and tigers or not this is Heaven here and Now breath exhaling creation ~ inexplicable veins loving blood, organs in...

Continue reading...

It seems that I am getting old and grey, my body's also slowing down its pace. But, I've still much to do, and much to say. It seems to me that life is like a race, It starts off fast with youth upon your side. You swiftly run and barely leave a trace. It seems each day is like a rolling...

Continue reading...

C-liff H-eights E-xude R-emarkable R-esilience, Y-earning A-ll N-oble N-ew G-rowth U-nder I-ntense T-rials A-nd N-urturing ©bfa060525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Cherry Ann G. Guitan)...

Continue reading...

When the lines are blurred How can we tell who we are anymore How do we know when innocence begins and when it ends Or if it ever really happened At all This was not everyone's experience But it was black children's For a black boy who had to be a man Before he could be a child...

Continue reading...

Life throws so many curves at you sometimes you don't know where to turn you don't know what to do it seems that you are climbing a mountain that seems to keep going. Working your fingers to the bone just to have barely nothing at all the sacrifices you make daily are stretching you thin to...

Continue reading...

Infinite love Has come to an end The white dove? Its neck has a bend What was promised forever Did not last Continued for never And came in last Eight months To be continued Eight months You promised no issue You promised forever You promised always You promised to never But you did anyways I cannot be mad I could not do that to you But boy am I sad To watch what we...

Continue reading...

I woke up this morning from a dream. On the coffee table, I saw a magazine - my father's Field and Stream, and I remembered how he wanted to take me to a place he went with his own father in an earlier time and space, to nature's rugged, wild Elysian fields, where boys and men could bond, like a...

Continue reading...