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You Are Not Invited
--Latching onto my soul without an invitation--
Elements around my shore expose more than air
--Playing with fire is not a game you will win--
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Silently she swarms in like a leech,
Feeding and sucking from the wounds my pain left behind.
She came inside: "Uninvited!"
Here have a drink, and die!
Taste the water drips that sail across my lips
Plodding vigorously in the open air of her unwanted hostility
Forbidden as one, I noticed her aura a sickening light
Imprisonment that haunted smoke around her own imperfections
The hate and envy, she lives in resides airborne
The sound that she have summoned up hunger
Brought me near the edge of everything
Feel my pain, a touch of impurities
Tainted, infected, poisoned passion, her face disguised
Surrender toward serenity, the lighthearted woman I am inside
She will never take, my full eternal grace
It’s time to reveal that blazing fire I hide
Drown her from the false flown sorrows of gust
Hold her hideous head under water--- burn her false fire out
Never will I turn my back and watch her muster them broken lids
Lungful of lies poisons the wind that flows from her snake like voice
Maneuvering the skies, scheming that snatch in
Like a viper twisting its unmatched curves,
I strike, like a pyromaniac --A burning match
Allowing her to taste a part of the air I breathe
A waste in the breeze her insecurities
Trying to destroy what she can't be, what she can't see
At the end, blustery weather will remind her of the sea inside me,
YOU! The Angel, who crawls around like a shadow
Gorging its way into the heart with a charm of greed
Twisting reality hoping nobody sees its true sick identity
Slandering my name as the master of evil and manipulative
Marking my territory, warning others of a cold draft
Grasping the beauty that glows from my soul
There it stood on the ledge UNINVITED
The devil walked and took my shoes
:)
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
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With the tremulous dark vista so far and yet so near
Abandoning my defences ~ I stand in awe ~ not in fear
Virtuoso Maestro unleash
a Composition Grandioso
To Overtures of a Symphony
herald the raging storming Tempo
Staccato Strains cascading
rapid torrents of Treble and Tremolo
Rhythmic Beats a Prelude
to an intensifying Triple Time Scherzo
Silken sails unfurled I embrace the storm of your tempestuous symphony
Crashing~ drifting~ floating~ flowing~ tasting ~awakening my melodic epiphany
Effervescent chilling thrilling air as
Allegro whelms Allegretto
Electrifying sizzling Musette ~
Trills a mesmeric Capriccio
Registers booming Bass Notes
rumbling within your thunderous Vibrato
Echoing claps of thunder Prompt
a spectacular Cadence Crescendo
I release my Spirit to gratify every phantasy in its sight
The soaring Tempest of my Soul liberates its own Philharmonic flight
Inhibitions abandoned as I succumb to your Music of the Night
Footnote:
By way of musical term allegory, I have endeavored to dramatize and romanticize the Awesomeness of an Electrical Thunderstorm and simultaneously likening it to the rush of tactual Sensual, Sexuality and Emotions experienced in romantic instances. I felt that the instrumental rendition of ‘The Phantom’ Musical, aptly accentuates the trepidation, anticipation and elating sentiments portrayed in the various elements of my poem.
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018
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Can love then, be based
on an index of elements
from which one joyfully tumbles,
or drifts into equations, as we wander
toward a rush of serendipity ...
a metaphysical merging of ardor
writhing in a shared communion
like tuneful whispers in breaths of helium,
unabbreviated oxygen rhapsodies
from unbidden laughter,
invigorating the warmth of co-owned stars
on heaven’s destined oracle?
Love transcends chemical derivatives
of fractals or measurement,
between our atoms, relaxed
in the shuffle of emotional electrons
as we quiver weightless...
the heart’s embrace suspended together
in the affectionate cosmos
of a deep kiss.
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“How on earth can you explain in terms
of chemistry and physics so important
a ...phenomenon as first love? “-- Albert Einstein
Anthony Slausen’s Periodic Table Of Elements
12/31/2014
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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Above bleak pastures,
A cobalt coliseum:
Warriors are unleashed.
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Aggressive brave clouds,
Battle for the dominance:
Vanquishment is vague.
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Conquest of power,
Clash of divine elements:
Battle in the sky.
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Sun and clouds collide,
On a battlefield landscape:
The land prays for reign.
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The golden swords pierce,
As injured clouds hemorrhage:
Pelting the pastures.
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With sharp swords of light.
The golden gladiator:
Obtains victory.
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2010
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I witness you fading away,
The winds blow frantically
They are against us, as all are
Little fire, rise in my cupped hands
Be it my life I shield from the elements so unfeeling?
Little fire, brighten as I feed you
This moisture receding from my pores must cease
Before I drown this diminishing beauty
I gasp,
Surprised at the howls and retorts of this icy tempest
Nature’s exhalations mean to end what must naturally end
My hands shake
Little fire—my life!
—I must keep you alive!
Grow against all odds
Against the screaming whirlpools of bluster
Against the torrential tears that mean to overcome you
Against the ashes that can only watch the desolation around you,
As you search for more fuel to masticate
My flesh is no treasure to me,
So lick me deep, my flame
Devour these hands that shield you
Rise hastily, as you burn
Ascending up my arms,
Lighting every goosebump, shriveling every hair
Rise till I am all aflame in this wilderness
Boil and evaporate every murderous tear—
The fluids of sorrow that so pulverize purpose
Eat through every sinew, and every tissue,
Every muscle and every bone that has grown
For this moment and this moment only
I give you every piece of me, little fire!
So that my spirit, finally free, shall rise to the heavens
Past the shrieking winds, preceding through the jeers of thunder
I give you my all, blessed fire!
So that these eyes may witness every storm die
And I may laugh at their futility!
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016
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Escape from a world of unhappiness and sorrow
Days and weeks pass and I realize that I despise this cold hole
Let me be ...
Trapped not only within those four dark walls,
but with the elements in time and place
Let me be ...
Tears that makes you feel completely empty and useless plastic
Stop thinking, collaborating with false emotion
Let me be ...
When will you understand, you do not own my thoughts
I know I should be strong, but it is so painful
Let me be ...
Slowly draining my throat, I scream for water and air
While the morning sun lazily crawling along the purple river
Let me be here forever ...
13.03.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
(unrhymed couplets)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017
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I am Alive Forever and always Essence Rebirth Renewal
I have earth to ground me I have wind to move me I have fire to cleanse
my spirit I have rain to quench my thirst for growth
I have sun to enlighten me feed me I am my own mother
and an extension of the whole I am Earth wind
rain sun fire I am as old as life and I am as young
as time I am shelter to those who seek me I am a bird a flower and the breath
of the earth itself I am exactly where I want to be I am life
I am first and last the beginning and the end I am one from many
I am what I am I live I grow and I die. I am Reborn unto myself
I am the great circle
My limbs know no
Boundaries; while
My leaves whisper
The one truth of the
Whole through the
Seasons changing
Colors that I wear
Upon my heart's
Sleeve, I'm home
To Earth Mother’s
Melodious Life; I
Sing for the whole
World to hear - trees
Are Earth Mother's Song
Blowing 'round the leafy
Globe; eyes of the world song
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Of the Mother breath of the living soul of the earth }}}}}}}}}}}}
***Senses evoked here are: Touching, Tasting, Hearing, Smelling and Seeing
***Elements evoked are: Water, Wind, Earth Metal, and Fire
Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2008
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The warm temperature drops outdoors,
And first drops of fresh rain sprinkle.
The thunder claps right above me,
As lightening is striking afar.
Dust is blowing in the wind,
Trees are bending fiercely,
A train horn blares,
As the core nears me.
Then sudden silence,
A calm reappears.
Electrical fires start,
For a moment one
Thinks it’s over,
Then it starts
Again quickly.
Passing by my
Home taking
My neighbors,
Tin flying by,
The tornado
Fades, look
At all the
Damage.
And I
Am
Uns
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My poem is about Tornadic weather and evokes
Water in, 'first drops of fresh rain sprinkle'
Wind in, 'Trees are bending fiercely'
Earth in 'Dust is blowing in the wind'
Metal in 'Tin flying by'
Fire in, 'Electrical fires start'
Feeling in 'The warm temperature drops outdoors'
Smell in 'First drops of fresh rain sprinkle'
Taste in 'Dust is blowing in the wind'
Sight in, Lightening is striking afar'
Hearing in 'A train horn blares'
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Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's
Five Senses / Five Elements contest.
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009
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Fire catches fast, then sweeps through grass and trees.
The lion of the elements, it roars,
and burning hot, displays its awesome might.
Fire signs are one of four triplicities.
Bravely, like lions, those of fire will fight.
A fire-born person is one who adores
his life, and what he wants he’ll simply seize!
The element we need to breathe is air.
This carrier of currents none can see
is spaciousness surrounding everyone.
Those born of air may seem aloof! They’re where
they need to be; their thoughts float toward the sun.
They analyze and then effectively
communicate to us because they care.
Sweet water! Always we can see it flow.
It flows to sea; it ebbs, then flows again.
Without it, plants and animals would die.
Those born to water are the ones who show
emotions freely. Hear them laugh and cry!
They touch our souls and give us solace; then
entreat us. . . let imagination go!
Earth, the final element, is the land;
God put us here with feet on solid ground.
Sustaining us, it gives much that we need.
Those born of earth are stable, for they stand
for practicality. They plant the seed
of reasoning. Four elements abound.
When they’re in harmony, life can be grand!
Written Feb. 9, 2016
for the HUMAN NATURE - 4 STANZA, 7 LINE Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
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Winter winds whisper in the weeping willow tree
Its naked branches shiver silently all around me
Bitter biting winds howl around stinging my face
I’m out on the moors; it’s such a desolate place
I yearn for spring where dainty daffodils dance
on zephyr breeze, it’s such a sweet romance
Sultry summer skies bring warm winds to enthrall
Beautiful blossoms pirouette perfectly as they fall
Autumn brings blustery gales swirling all around
Rich russet leaves tumble, carpeting the ground
Terrifying tornadoes wreak havoc across some lands
In wake of its destruction not a building still stands
Cooling summer breezes or a blustery gale is blowing
We can’t see wind but its effect in the trees is showing
2nd place in Elements Part 2 Wind. Sponsored by Brian Davey judged 3/29/16
Submitted to second place contest sponsored by Laura Loo
03~19~16
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
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ETERNAL RECURRENCE*
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“I am certain that I have been here as I am now a thousand times before and
I hope to return a thousand times after.” GOETHE
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1.
Once upon a time,
The Lord of spiritual consciousness was sitting peacefully on His blissful throne
Ceaselessly contemplating upon His equilibrium
T’ was the era of no moon, no sun, no stars, no earth, no oceans, no rivers
Just a motionless, timeless and deathless entity it was happy with His existence
2.
Suddenly the thought of sacred motion was felt deep down in his essence
Seeking the chaos to be stirred from its core outwardly
Consequently separating the light from the darkness and all the other elements
That constitute the Cosmos
Thus giving birth immediately to old mighty time
3.
When Time: This wizard of celestial art found himself alive
His expert hands stretched in advance, wanting to create
For that the plastic energy he took, that was everywhere around
And skillfully and patiently the Cosmos carved according to the Logos
Creating thus, the nebulae, the galaxies, the stars and all the other planets
4.
Then God looked at times creation and marveled with its beauty
But as there was no life to be seen in all of this creation
The thought of desire was born in God to inhabit every place
For that out of himself he cut myriads blazing souls
Which like shooting stars he sent downwards to animate nature,
5.
In this way, to manifestation’s cosmic sphere, the souls were beamed
Radiating their luminosity to reality’s lower planes
Bringing with them the sacred principles to denser forms of life
As they were passing from the spiritual, the mental and the astral
And finally materializing, themselves on the physical solid plane
Where life began on earth, with God’s will and grace!
6.
Each soul an ambassador was and is of God’s will and grace
A ray of divinity, a guardian of the Holy Law
Each with a specific mission: to learn or rather to remember
How to find the way of return throughout space and time
And with the divine, again, to be seen in perfect equilibrium
7.
The day I was born, as every man alive,
I found my immortal self bound to the wheel of time
That around eternity’s circumference took me, in very heavy chains
Asking to follow obediently the unswerving path of fate:
This endless trip of return where the only constant thing is change
8.
Since then I have died once and many times after
But death's dark palaces to hold me were unable
As my soul’s perpetual desire to follow my destiny
Brought me back to this ephemeral world of fleeting dreams
With a new body, new hopes, new goals but always with the
Same desire
9.
Thus I journeyed back and forth the plains of oblivion
Choosing the best conditions I could, according to my karma
Trying to find endlessly the golden middle way
That unmistakably between the extremes is only to be found
But since from the river of forgetfulness each time I was drinking
I was obliged, unfortunately, to start over again
10.
So, I was born once a king and another was I born a beggar
And in turns I was born a coward, a hero, a holy man, a vicious man,
A Christian, a Muslim, an atheist, an idolater a strong man and a woman
And healthy and sick I was born and intelligent and witless
And was I born to love so much the things I once detested
And to hate passionately the things I once held dear
11.
And I was born once to laugh and another just to cry
And I drunk successively from joy’s cup and that of sorrow’s
And was born to make friends out of my enemies
And enemies out of my brothers
And was born to realize the impossible dreams and fail the very easy
And I was born to slay and to be slain alternatively for thousands of years
12.
Thus I lived continuously the extremes of both good and evil
Striving to find endlessly the balance in my soul
Through the wisdom that was endowed upon me by the Great Spirit
That like a beacon, luminous, to guide me waits
To my supreme destiny that GOD for me has traced
13.
So, as was passing from life unto death, from darkness unto light
With a speed determined by me, I don’t put on GOD the blame,
All my lessons have I learned through trial and error
Up to the very last reincarnation, in body’s mortal temple
14.
Now free, AT LAST, from all earthly desires and every karmic blame
Radiating with holiness and glowing with grace
My immortal soul, HER divine wings unfolds and soars upwards the heavens
White light blazing in perfect equilibrium
And pure now to her glorious creator returns and with
HIM UNITES!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
11 DECEMBER 2013
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“A little while and my longing shall gather dust and foam for another body.
A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind and another woman shall bear me”
KAHLIL GIBRAN
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* This poem because of its length I was unable to post it in one piece for I was not a
member for life at that time therefore I published it in two parts as: “CREATION” and as “REINCARNATION.” Here is the entire poem as it was originally written.
Now, my friends know that apart from my epigrams I write... long poems as well!
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2013
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He just appeared to me, like wispily curling
Chimney smoke,
One grim and early morning in the very midst of
Decembers briefest days, on the highest slope,
Toiling through my daily round; where, slowly
Driving up past the Whitethorn hedgerows to
Ascend the snowy Heys, I had carefully negotiated
The wide and slowing bend to regain the summit of
Grappenhalls ploughed and upper-ground.
Stopping the car I stepped out to take a closer
Look. There he stood: New born and rather wobbly.
His long blustery mane thick and silky: Liken the
Mythical Enbarr; a wide eyed expression of staring,
Uncomprehending malaise written all over his
Shaggy face...So wondrous was he of this icy world
So rigidly bound.
Perplexed - perhaps, or amazed, at the utter
Desolation of this cruel place and the callousness of
The Fates wounding imposition upon him...when
Thrust forcefully into yonder shattered bowl - shrunken
Hopelessly into the clutches of such an altogether frozen
surround!
Little icicles beginning to form upon his fuzzy beard;
A first taste of his mothers hot milk, that, in his
Awkward blundering, he must have hastily spilt
When clumsily fumbling with extended and pouting lips
Upon the swollen teat. The foul weather, so unfortunately
Adverse, of hail and sleet, gathering more momentum -
Didst indeed still prevail...increasingly growing
Steadily even more worse!
Stood his mother there - resolutely, as if grave Epona
Depicted in a hewn chunk of Grecian rock! This
Metallic pan he shivered within: The centre of his
Twirling Universe designated as this one small
Spot...And all it should ever contain therein.
A ripping wind that snarled and savagely bit down like
A pack of wild hunting dogs, oblivious to his obvious
Distress, into newly formed bones,
where, stretched across: Tightly pinched muscle and
Tautly sinewed flesh - involuntarily flinched!
Whilst all the while, not withstanding despondent
Resignation, an aggrieved
Spirit that silently and inwardly bemoans;
Contained here...In his sparkling kingdom of barbed
Wire and an irregular scattering of smoothly rounded
Stones.
A torturous blast that blew so raw I stamped my feet,
As if a horse myself, and exhaled upon my hands, now
Clasped and sore, vainly trying to reinforce myself
Against the unrelenting cold; a fearsome breeze
Howling in rising crescendos, unopposed,
Through the blasted files of battered trees, whose
Roots clawed in desperation at the thin soils of that
Barren hill, leaving him naked and painfully exposed
To the ruthless torments of a vicious blizzards
Crippling chill!
Casting hopefully about I sought to catch sight of a
Kindly soul, whom, with an imploring stare or polite
Shout, I could impose upon to relieve the slight laden
Over the plight of the brave little Foal. Oh staunchest
Mare: Thou art Impenetrable like the shield of Achilles!
Grimly determined as if to refute the very elements
Themselves, and dare the brazen God
Of Thunder - to break! And heap upon this forged and
Ferrous land when unleashing his indolent Furies -
The mauve and purple clouds to violently tear asunder!
For, gripped in the maw of such a gnawing ire,
What could you possibly know, little man, of
Comforting warmth leaping across a cheery hearth
When stoked and released from the confines of a
Parlours glowing fire?
Or Vulcans hellish fires bursting forth from erupting
Volcanoes - when spewed out blistering magmas run!
Majestic fires pervading Angels disrupted heights:-
They whom bear witness to the obliteration of an
Exploding Supernovas doomed sun!
Fire or Ice...it be all the same: One scorches within a
Tightening Vice - One within a wanton flame!
Tarried I a while longer, like a man unsure whether he
Was to be completely overtaken by some momentous
Event,
And wondered out aloud: What hardened heart had
Deserted this poor creature to this inhospitable
Environment?
The self same heart that had decreed that he, the
Finest of this rare breed, should open his eyes on that
First morn to find his meagre plate encumbered with
Miseries so devoid, and served with inadequacies of
Such spiteful forlorn; with nought to sate the ragged
Edge of his desperate appetites...save his mothers
Fluids; although, in urgent anticipation, should
Give him good cause to keenly salivate wouldst barely
Suffice the discontented juices, that unceasingly
Complained aloud, to happily digest and
Gratefully dissipate within his hollow bowel.
It was then I suddenly noticed, slowly revealed to my
Aging sight - Barely thus adjusted and focused to that
Opaque light, what looked like a black tarpaulin thrown
Across a bundled pile of straw, still obscured but now
partially unconcealed,
Dumped carelessly in a far corner recessed on the
Furthest edges of this dismal field.
Could this be his drafty stall? Delivered here, unseen
And unheard, upon a bed of dried and bleached stalks -
Enabled Like a baby Messiah amongst the Israelites!
Wherein, comes the crunching night, which coils
Around his cradled form with damp and insidious
Vapours, he reclines against the unyielding Dam -
And valiantly Fights... To attain uncontested slumber
Beneath the refrain of Heavens dispassionate
Firmaments; whose Great Creator counts and records
His given number;
The blazing lanterns, admidst rolling oceans
Of abandonment and disdain, now abruptly parted -
Like the sea of Galilee! Towering waves rolled back
From the denuded and ageless bar:
Pushed out wide - And far aside...
To usher in the immutable brilliance
Of one small horses lone and guiding star...
And if I recall rightly, my little friend, I christened you
There and then...And thereby named you - IRONBAR!
God bless and keep you always little fella...For you
Awakened the poet, however inadequate, within me.
Copyright © john fleming | Year Posted 2016
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Speak now for the sea, ancient bard that guides me.
Be the voice of its wisdom, washing away my tears.
Raise me and lower me, like an endless wave,
seen and then unseen, but always remaining present.
Speak now for the wind that blows our seeds.
Give it voice so it may be heard by passing souls,
from one generation to the next, may its sound
be gentle with caution and deep sorrow.
Speak now for the frantic fire that cleanses
its crackling voice kills tree bark to be reborn
from speckled skin discarded like a serpent's husk
Phoenix, rising high in all its burning glory
Speak now for the earth that sucks our feet in
and licks with tongues along Lethe's banks
here I will rest, and watch with breaking eyes
the beauty of the universe above me
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Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
December 3 2017
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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A dedication to Eileen Ghali
for her prolific production of
inspiring work
Willow Tree = Keyboard
And that’s your only clue
Hurricane Eileen - The Storm
As darkness drew nearer
Light falling to drearer
I knew, the night was a foul
The windows were slashed
By her white lightening blast
Down the chimney old windy did howl
By her orchestrates
He rattles the grates
Appears round each gap in the door
Then in comes her rain
Through cracked window pain
As I witness her latest downpour
How the storm fascinates
With the show she creates
And I sit here and watch her for free
Down on the plain
Taking the strain
She batters the gnarled willow tree
Great thunder clouds form
In the head of the storm
And magic arrives in her sky
Come rivers of rain
With nowhere to drain
The water, a flood, rises high
Then happens a lull
To recharge to the full
Takes time out to contemplate
To be cruel or be kind
She rampages her mind
And comes back, at double the rate
With a boom and a crack
Bursts silver from black
A crescendo of noise fills the ear
And the gnarled willow tree
Writhes in ecstasy
By the pulse of her wild atmosphere
Mixed shadows are cast
By her white lightening blast
Her soul, for a while, exposed
For a moment in time
All is in rhyme
Till her story she chooses to close
As her elements soar
They’re at large with a roar
For hours they’ll dance and they’ll play
Blows the hurricane
Driving her reign
Till had, fulfilment of stay
With her forces unleashed
Her passions released
The storm passes over to light
Once more she has shown
By the tantrum she’s sown
Her strength… her power… her MIGHT.
Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2013
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A yellow song about autumn
Leaves falling slowly
May nature embrace me gently
Birds mixing tunes
Of such ecstatic sound
Rising a sweet melody
Creeds and song carried with the wind
in the highest tempo
Kissing one heart priceless gold
Crossing bridges and mountain majesty of the world
Rustling softly breathless whispers treasure
Most quiet need, by autumn sun and candlelight
Like sweet thoughts in a dream
Dazzling of wonder as magical charms
floating flutters gently on a breeze
Delightful day it is for all who dwell
delicately blown upon warm sunlight rays
The sumptuous yearning of summer that left
Breathtaking feeling dance circles around
Viewing elements and seasons as they change
Deeply touches embracing beauty inside
Into the dawn's early and tender caresses
You stand in front of the sun
morning dewdrops upon your vision
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 16.10.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015
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you spin
the elements of your life
in a vacuum
coiled
like a snake
in perpetual hibernation
no light
no truth
no reason
no soft air
to touch you
inside
where living weeps
to unwind itself
to begin feeling
something
anything
the one thing
needed to unravel
its lonely existence-
a touch
of selflessness
how do you do it
I wonder -
survive
not knowing
how to give
or receive
the easiest moments
of every day
Copyright © maggie flanaganwilkie | Year Posted 2005
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elements combine
elements are periodical
periodical books bore
periodical tables
tables made of symbols
tables without plates
plates are round
plates which hold pi
pi is a formula
pi is a tool
tool for a scientist
tool for a fool
fool who professes knowledge
fool who makes rules
rules are finite
rules are broken
broken like copper
broken like hearts
hearts full of mystery
hearts full of blood
bloods full of iron
blood contains water
water has hydrogen
water brings oxygen
oxygen seems plentiful
oxygen burns
burns in a rocket ship
burns in our cells
cells in a prison
cells of terror
terror feeds anger
terror is uncontrollable
uncontrollable energy
uncontrollable results
results used strategically
results used to war
war is a winnower
war is indiscriminate
indiscriminate fools
indiscriminate thinkers
thinkers who tinker
thinkers who risk
risk more than they own
risk mixing atoms
atoms are mindless
atoms of Adam are rash
rash as surface burn
rash from radiation
radiation
burn
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2014
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Periodic table of elements
Periodic table of elements,
the true heart of chemistry,
Law of periodicity clements,
Mendeleev is not a history !
Bonding between two hearts,
ignoring all the negatives,
When breaks and rips apart,
defying the electro positives,
Atoms randomly disperse,
Directionless, blinded and betrayed,
Valencies in their course traverse,
Swaying in the numbers brigade !
Written January 2nd, 2015
For contest "Periodic table of elements" by Anthony Slausen
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2015
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“The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness therein, the world and they that dwell therein”
A Psalm of David…
Solitary, I stand upon these ever changing shores
Where sun, sea, earth and winds abide
Where time and tide flow forevermore
In a timeless waltz, as one, they reside
Within this glorious setting sits a conspicuous ruin
A beautiful church built with mortar and stone
Stones carved and laid by hands, gifted and willing
And now vast blue skie replace the old wooden dome
B'neath sits an altar graced by Morning Glory vines
Ascending, yet, to the sun and matching blue skies
While fragile walls hugged by bougainvillea climbs
Well dressed in their shocking pink and white styles
And though silence prevails, I hear a choir of nature sing
Melodious chants echoing within these broken walls
Where the elements congregate and worship in sync...
Transfixed; I kneel in worship and my soul gives its all!
~*~
By: Annalise Brigham
For: “The Church by the Ocean” Contest”
09/29/11
*3rd Place
Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2011
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I close my weary eyes
I quake and tremble
The meaning of life losing its hold,
Losing its wonder
In this magnifying, mystifying Sadness
Where is the river,
Where is the ocean
To drown these sorrows...
The dry formations in this barren land stay tall,
Pools holding life drying in the dinosaur wasteland
I am bones...
I am bones sinking in the waterless chalk
I keep these eyes shut
To hide inside my meditations
My ears have grown accustomed to the silence,
And sensitive to the drops of tears
They dry too quickly,
For the sun is against the moisture
And all for the fossilization of my soul
Where is the river?
Where is the ocean...
I do not ask with hope-
I am too ancient to beg for miracles
To dream, yet, too long I have slept
I ask on account of who I once was,
A land so lush and plentiful
See now only the dryest thrive
I am bones on the brink of history...
The elements have claimed me
Life will return elsewhere
I am become by the rock and the sun
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
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As I walked along the shore
With thoughts that brought an emptiness to a heart
That once beat within the soul of a young sailor
At one with the elements
Without mercy
As though seeking vengeance for an unnamed wrong
And again I felt the chill of another battle looming
In the distance
But a smile lashed out gripping a face
That knew that the taste of victory was mine
Seeing only the beauty
Of the ocean and
Feeling her strength
As my legs carried me toward
The eye of the pending storm.
Thank you Larisa for the inspiration.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2007
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You were drawn to its contours
worn smooth by the elements over eons of existence;
cream colored and streaked with grayish blue
ensconced in the sand
with its scattering of sparkle -
(like the spirited dazzle in your chocolate eyes..)
- - special amongst the many on the rocky beach
a souvenir from the shore
of the day we walked in its mist
and the wind blew our footsteps
this way and that way
as well as our thoughts
while we reminisced…
now..
it is where you left it;
stoic
and sentimental
it stands vigil -
on the small windowsill
overlooking the pathway to my door
awaiting your return
my beloved daughter...
as it patiently endures
it is the perfect representation
of
my heart
Susan Ashley
July 30, 2018
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018
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ELEMENTAL DESIGN
Hydrogen to Helium
A fusion formed by gravity
A carbon-based delirium
Molecularly infinite energy
An ancient discipline known as alchemy
We’re consciousness - the explosion - amorous
We dream of gold from lead and mercury
Fueled reaction in copper with phosphorus
A universal age of prosperity
Bismuth bath. Deficient of iron and zinc
Astronautic laugh – last shine of hope
Nuclear decay –enlightened way – elemental - instinct
Scientific – logical clay – gaseous isotope.
The fluoride, we drink?
Humanity on the pivotal brink
The edge, a precipice.
Lanthanides and actinides
Metals and mysteries.
Shrink down to atomic scale
Our intellect – an accelerated history
Reality?
A holographic projection
Radioactive expansion
A gravitational trajectory
Inertia
Precious pavonine pearl
Our planet, our world.
A place all our elements may inhabit
Terrestrially unique. Diverse and intelligent
The push of inertia
The pull of gravity
The spin of an atom
The spin of our galaxy.
The end.
(written for the periodic table of elements poetry contest) 12-12-14
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014
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I spin, faster and faster…
losing control, I am a propeller rising.
Once, you were my mystery to solve –
my challenge, my highest vista to climb.
You lifted me to your private skies.
Spread out before me on red-winged flights,
eradicated stars came back to life,
painted iridescent by your own two hands.
What could only be crayoned by inferior men.
All aglow, the universe circled my head -
round and round till the dizziness came,
infatuation only to blame.
I spin…slower, rhythmic, scraping.
I am a pinwheel on softest breeze.
memories come…memories go.
With a crystal crown of constellations,
you adorned my flowing hair –
locks spun golden, locks I loosened for you.
I became a glowing body for you to orbit,
a fiery flood of sunlight traveling,
Venus gifted in violet dusk,
auroras of ribbon braided…
I spin…slanting, lower, on tip-toes.
I am a ballerina with an audience of one.
I watched you watch me in light of all things.
I wanted to be center of your universe…
rings of Saturn encircled you and I.
Mercury’s fire blazed through what was us.
Blue-silver splattered moons orbited our sleep.
I kissed the moon rock I named after you.
I kissed you and only you until dawn slipped
between the warmth of our linen sheets.
I caught you in my arms time after time,
clouds dappled with your eyes floated by…
doting, they released scintillating showers
upon a wilting flower.
When it was time for you to catch me,
you were gone…taking with you part of me.
I fell hard…back to earth, stained crimson, star-struck.
Forever is a long time to chase
shooting stars through echoing space.
I trusted you, trusted only you, trusted you with me.
I rusted, no protection from your harsh elements.
We all come back to reality of a spinning earth…
we rise or fall, move or hide, heed the call or lie.
We come to the self-sharpened point of swim or die.
Time rushes by…
I sat next to you, held your hand,
feeling like my own miraculous sky,
regaining my identity…
while you read Hemingway,
a man’s man you’d say.
I spoke of the poem I wrote for you another day.
“Yeah, yeah…Aha”, you whispered…my words
dismissed, a foreign language never understood.
Space and time altered our skies;
below, your lies became our demise.
Our footprints disappeared before my eyes.
In my own miraculous sky, I have slowed my pace,
aware of my mistakes, my fear, my grace.
I embrace beauty, peace, tears I've cried, the ride…
Dawn came early this new day, I drove away,
weaved around a pothole, almost crashed.
The gravel road rattled my faith.
I started to spin again…disoriented, I faltered,
but I never turned back.
I wonder if I avoided my own catastrophe,
saved face, or a little of both…
I remember how I asked you
about the meaning of love.
You turned away,
reading Williams that day,
madness and genius you’d say,
I planted my feet, met your eyes, then marched away.
Head held high, you dimmed under a starlit sky.
I searched myself and found the brightest star…
it led me home.
Now, I brush my fingers lightly across
a constellation on high…
Pegasus, I think.
Only to realize, it’s reflection
mottles in a rippling puddle below...
beauty awakened by my grounded feet.
Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 4/11/15
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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The scent of your feelings clings
To the fabric of my dreams
It never leaves….it lingers
Lingers
Permeating everything
The scent of your feelings
Envelopes me
The fragrance of gardenia
When you are tender, sweet
Gentle and serene
Tranquility showing through
In the gardenia scent of you
Seducing scent of jasmine
Surrounds you like an aura
Heavy, heady
Promising opulent luxury
Of flesh upon flesh
With you in control
Leading me deeper
Into the scent of your fantasies
Tantalizing, teasing, tempting
Endless jasmine ecstasy
Sensual and satiating
Is the jasmine scent of you
Perfumed in Damask Rose
Giving off the scent
Of inner turmoil
Uncertainty, vulnerability
You are brooding and troubled
Guarded, disturbed
Needing to be reassured
Held in the strength of my arms
Quieted by my love
Till dawn’s light
When your safety is assured
And your scent finds release
Along with that of mine
Honey suckle perfume
Your need to nurture
To let me suckle
At your breasts
Your perfume speaking
In words my soul hears
That you live only
To care for my needs
Your perfumed hands
Soothing way the aches and pains
Of my rough and busy day
Honey suckle promises
Of womanly affection
In waves of comfort and light
I taste honey
Nectar that sweetens my lips
For I know it flows for me
I know I am nothing
A poor lost man
Without the fragrance of honey suckle
Wafting over me
Narcissus emotions
When there is venom in your eyes
Sparks fly all around me
And I know a storm is coming
A scent foreboding
Ominous…
Indicating the imminence
Of the unleashing of thunder and lightning
Torrents of rain
The scent of angered passion
I sense it
I smell your brewing storm
I’m unleashed in the elements
And yet….I know
How to harness your storm
How to bring calm
How to let you vent in my arms
Beat at my chest
I silence you with a kiss
Your arms pinned
The anger passes
Yet your
Narcissus scent
Left on my chest
Leaves me shaken
Unglued
Weak
In the aftermath
Of your storm
Orchid emotions
The perfume of surrender
Absolute abandon to my will
The sweetest fragrance
The tenderest emotion
A wilting flower
Waiting to be revived
Tenaciously wrapping around my body
Knowing its source of life, love, and happiness
Your scent moves me
Brings out my desires
To possess
To please and reward
To bring color to your petals
By my life giving stream
Lost in this scent
The most beautiful of all
The scent of surrender
To me
The scent of your emotions...
Your soul
Clings to my being
Promising
A perfumed eternity
In your arms
For Anthony Slausen's Scent of Your Soul Contest
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014