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No Reservation

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--

----
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 

:)

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Music of the Night


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.

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LOVE'S CHEMICAL DERIVATIVES




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

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The Gifts Of The Fourth Chakra



Wild spirit - 
I cherished you tender 
within my halo of prana
careful not to hurt you
as I worked to set you free
using peaceful hands 
in harmony 
with my heart-song 

I beheld your fragile form 
of freedom lost 
as your panicked eyes 
pleaded release..
and in those precious
and few sacred moments -
I felt you relinquish 
your fight or flight
to my mission of mildness...

a unifying lesson of love
befell us that day
and when again you flew 
on turquoise wings 
through reflective silver winds -
you elevated in mindful mercy
to compassionate heights
in revered reverberations... 
gratified to be as one with the universe - 
reborn
in your new found 
freedom ~ 



Susan Ashley
October 7, 2018

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*For the purpose of this poem, I use the emotional elements of the fourth chakra. The fourth chakra refers to love and self-acceptance, the ability to give and receive love freely and feeling connected with the universe as a whole. Also referred to as the heart chakra, it is associated with the healing energy of love and is regarded as the center of compassion. A balanced heart chakra is considered to be a wellspring of inner happiness and peace.*


*I use the color turquoise to represent a dynamic energy of self-love/acceptance/forgiveness, growth, humanism, inner peace and healing.*

*I use the color silver to represent a cleansing element for one’s spirit, a mirror for the soul and a letting go of negative energy. Also, as a vehicle in seeking deeper truth and compassionate understanding to enhance one’s sense of altruism and to achieve a state of perfect balance and harmony in body, mind and spirit.*

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Day of Reckoning


Above bleak pastures,
A cobalt coliseum:
Warriors are unleashed.
·
Aggressive brave clouds,
Battle for the dominance:
Vanquishment is vague.
·
Conquest of power,
Clash of divine elements:
Battle in the sky.
·
Sun and clouds collide,
On a battlefield landscape:
The land prays for reign.
·
The golden swords pierce,
As injured clouds hemorrhage:
Pelting the pastures.
·
With sharp swords of light.
The golden gladiator:
Obtains victory.

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Little Fire

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!

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- Trapped In The Past -





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)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

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The Eternal Tree

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

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F-5 Tornado

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
                                              c
                                                  a
                                                       t
                                                            h
                                                        e
                                                           d.

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'
_____________________________
Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's
Five Senses / Five Elements contest.

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The Four Elements in Nature and Humanity

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

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ELEMENTS WIND

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

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ETERNAL RECURRENCE

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!

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IRONBAR

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.

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Hurricane Eileen - The Storm

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.

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- Begging Sunlight -


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

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Periodic table of Elements

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

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Periodical and Rash

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

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Elemental

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

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Become

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

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A Choir of Nature

“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

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Pending Storm (To Inspire)

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.

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Elements - Collaboration with White Wolf

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

***

Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
December 3  2017

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ELEMENTAL DESIGNS

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

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Out of Control


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

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The Scent of Your Soul

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