Best Philosophylight Poems
In deep forest with rotten leaves and wood
Where the sun’s light finds it hard to reflect.
Where wind won't blow even if it could
below dense undergrowth, it’s deadwood wrecked.
There is much silence there; all sound in check.
Here’s where the webs of spiders hang and cling
few flowers bloom, but weeds and mosses grow.
Broken branches and twigs which the trees fling
shrivel mushrooms that smell like sour bread dough.
In there hides the things the wood fairy knows.
A secret of life the wood fairy knows.
His burrow dug deep in the undergrowth
as he hibernates under winter's snow
to sneak out come spring to run to and fro
to play tricks on man and animals both.
As he plays in the light between the trees
while hiding in shadows of moss clothed stones.
So very often heard but seldom seen
is his deadwood follies with fancy tones
like the shadows themselves the forest owns.
Here in the deepest woods man seldom finds
the burrows of fairies or nest of crows
for we only go where the bare trail winds
and we walk as if our eyes were closed.
We seldom find what the wood fairy knows.
I have pilfered in deep, dark woods in vain
probing for what the wood fairy owns.
I have concluded we are all the same.
It is in oneself where happiness grows.
This is the secret the wood fairy knows.
HOSPITAL
A new energy-incarnates
rips, knocking head first
hoarse cry …
oh dim light knife in the pupil !
oh metallic ice bath on the bloody skin !
oh great fall into void ! ...
night - endless night -
roof-quasar fleeing fast
How can a mother in anesthesia vapor
touch the lonely cry of the child…?
How can the useless little hands
swim back towards the warm amniotic ocean?
Oh separating body!!
An own spirit has been given to each body
Each hermit has received his load
The hospital doors are wide open
two shaking wanderers re-learn to walk
and welcome the new light full of painful noise
Hospital, you have injected energy into living matter !
In the middle of the road
a tumor seeds chaotic entropy
a stressed body has lost its order
the immune system army runs scattered …
the patient
is a silent moan between two worlds
is a collapse dragged through naked corridors
In the operating room
energy spreads its huge wings
and dances on a tightrope
Perhaps the traveler
will cry through his salty blisters
the sea will bathe him, returning him to the first cell
the sun will toast two bodies
in total loving embrace
with ultraviolet caress and infrared
Only in the light of reasons we sprout
Do we seek our destinies by the shore.
Can there be a shadow of a doubt?
To this type of thinking we are devout
But only to this one kind and no more:
Only in the light of reasons we sprout.
And now we know what it’s all about.
The passion and war that we abhor.
Can there be a shadow of a doubt?
This method of logic we can’t do without.
But it’s been around for ages in lore
Only in the light of reasons we sprout.
This is the life we complain about.
Strangely the one we explore yet ignore.
Can there be a shadow of a doubt?
Before we can grasp it, we want out
Due to the complexities of logic. For
Only in the light of reasons we sprout
Can there be a shadow of a doubt.
In gust of sorrow, does darkness dwell
Eyes open or closed, it hardly quell
Engulfs into heart shell, never to be flare
Here darkness stays virgin, forever to reign
Such purity of darkness, pious than light
Embrace every form, without any bias
Shuns worldly treasure, in emptiness seek pleasure
No light manipulate, such darkness immaculate
And in such darkness, we still feel worried
Nothing but of, our own devious belief
That in light we hardly gaze, in darkness chase
Besiege light illuminated, fails prize integrity
Of human conscience, blight by fragility
Eternity has witness, blindfold justice conquest
Alas! After viciousness, committed in light.
Triumph of darkness, linger in reverberating silence
...rAHUL
God is dead.
Fell from Heaven and burned his head.
I heard a yell.
Way down in Hell.
I looked around.
Free men standing,
Godless, fearless, mortal,
Full of selfishness and
Self-interest, self-respect,
Loving life,
Feeling it swell their minds and bodies,
Exulting in the fact
Of independent individuality.
Yes.
At last, man is free.
Look at me.
I am the light,
Not the Christian night,
Nor the Jewish night,
Nor the Moslem night.
I am the light of Reason.
I am the light of Reality.
I am the light, the only light,
Of man's soul.
I am your self.
Spurn it, damn it, deny it,
Live totally selflessly,
I am still your self.
Flick it on,
Be the dawn.
Eternal Light is sewn above the man,
the man is sewn to Shadows there below;
two sides opposed but each must still demand
he fight their valiant battles, blow by blow.
And each the other cannot comprehend,
two strangers close but never have they met
and in between a firm, divided friend
that owes to both an equal, lifelong debt.
One for perspectives on a better choice
when all the easy answers seem awry
and one for being strong, a rebel voice
when clenched by rules demanding we comply.
These two make Me, a complex point between
the Light and Shadows of the wholly Scene.
Welcome to this darkened earth,
brightened, briefly, by your birth.
But soon enough covered again
by darkness born from souls of men.
We have left ourselves forsaken,
ghoulish rituals partaken.
New life eclipsed by endless death,
nightmares live in every breath.
Your vibrant eyes won't light for long,
degenerate from weak to strong.
Enter life and enter death,
exit light with every breath.
But soon you'll see the darkness of the soul,
never seeing any light, fall into the abyssal hole.
Drowning in the darkness of our strife,
cuts short your nonexistant life
I turn the key.
Was it even locked?
Gently, I nudged it open.
Finding myself alone again
was not to my liking.
Maybe I should have seen it coming.
But, I forced myself to sidestep the issue.
The hurried ending of calls as I neared,
should have spoken to me,
but I paid no attention, or so I appeared.
Who could have believed all those feeble
excuses for the late suppers.
The times when “she didn’t feel like it” had
a ratio of ten to one. But I rationalized.
Well, she had been busy, only who knows at what.
But she had been busy.
And the check book, so, unusually
accurately balanced? That’s a new one.
Crap!!! She didn’t even leave the foyer light on.
I swear.
Setting the brief case down to
remove my coat, the light
suddenly came on.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY”!!!!!!!
chorused twenty voices.
© 29 Nov 2010 For Matt's "Empty Apartment" contest
“You only have one chance in life to make your first impression.
Don’t’ wait for the red light to turn green,
Wait for the green light to turn red
As if you’re rushing,
You might end up ruining that one chance!”
(My New Poetry Book (The Language Of Love)
is available Online and in bookstores
It’s A collection Of Poems (mostly about Love)
More Info? www.xlibris.com/TheLanguageOfLove)
If it were not for darkness
There could be no light
And without light
There can be no darkness
They are a pair
Conjoined twins
One cannot exist
Without the other
© John W Fenn 19-10-2009
Shattering Light of Life
burns bright in the turn of eYes
Look Love and Listen, Heaven's right here
Not somewhere waiting....
... obsolete and dissolving,
is 'Self' destruct word 'hating'...
There are know "obstacles" to Love
Like a flow of Water upon the Earth
Conquering all in it's Path.
...gentle as a stream and Just,
a trickle is a ripple in the Uni.Verse...
Be it need a wave or falls, spinning lights
or disco balls, rhymes of science or song
of birds... the Message of Love is a Laugh
In.Ward. Do you get my rift? ;)~
There's a batty hatter Singing and
The Light is ringing, to be heard.
"Love", is the IN.Word.
WE give 'it'....
IN. an OUT. wordly way... to the World.
:)
NEW.INK...
Dedicated to a "FreeMan" who always knew
that Love is a CAN.DO.... Word.UP! too ;)
I thought it was a solid world
Teacher said there were three more
States, something I could depend upon
The solid mass seemed sure
Been through water breaking waves
Fallen from a tree in liquid air
Of faith, saw stars as glistening thrones
Just bright balloons inflamed with heat
And yet a locked door kept me out
My solid reason through it found no pass
And being bumped I bruised skin
And knee to recover some key belief
To be sure there was no space to find
In solid wall, or palpable sense insecure
Each truth bent the thread of probing mind
Though vision through a glass could pass
I chose for sight, to probe the glass
Hard diamond with needle thread of star
Held that transparent stone as if would melt
Yielding no more reflection to the eye
You should have seen my treasure in the sun
Upon my skin it dripped its light
A rainbow paradigm of my illusion
The light within its core becoming milk
Is light not space time composed alike
With suckled breast, and love's sweet glow
Yet now behold it penetrates the glassy stone
Sperming heat into crevices of joy
Nothing here trustworthy counsels the eyes
Only illusion speckles our fabled dust
Automatons cocooned in wings of lies
All beliefs ripple from the ocean of lust
The atom is only holes, you know, the nucleus
A numbers game, we count so ignorance multiplies
And fail in the pond of our fallen trust
Threshing, threshing violently through liquid night.
Darkness is a veil over the light
it covers the light and suffocates it
so that the light cant see until morning
when it see’s the world it sighs in despair
and slips back under the darkness
where the peace can unveil itself
then the darkness says
see why I like the dark
you cant see the hurt and despair in the world
and the light stayed there forever
By:Kylie Arello