Best Rayed Poems
Into this night for my love I went,
for all its splendor and lush wines,
and majestic tapestries that unfold;
velvet sheens, sheets soft with each other...
the world is lost to her heart held near,
and the breath of her curious kisses...
It is this moon silver-rayed I pledge ---
without her I cannot walk this world naked,
raped of who I am ---
but a thing to serve her,
lest I roam this desolate landscape as a prodding ghost;
a great fever of torrid emptiness...
what is this which grips me?
an ancient enemy ---
but my friend it bestows a fearful kiss;
between the twain I cannot choose...
Do I trust to give this heart of mine,
into an untrustful night?
To lay all that I am at her feet? ---
what a fragile flower my heart does sing ---
wondrous things,
though wild I do not know ---
that which I love,
fruitless ---
I am less a thing than love,
but does my heart tell me so?
She ---
the greatest good,
for it is without mine own love,
she does give;
that which none shall fulfill,
I tear into this night,
and its dark ---
fearful of being unafraid,
will it stay my doubt ---
my heart for her to hold?
Into this night for my love I went,
what comes, I do not know,
what prevails in thine song of love for me ---
for you my love I go,
even unto the shadow of things
(I need you so)
what comes I do not know,
Into this night for my love I went...
Beholding this heuristic flower which grows....
Astonishment amid the midst of the deserts dust
Isolations guise so shunned, this beauty it seems
Emitting an emollient fragrance as such
A nardostachys jatamansi ~
This healing and soothing ointment as rains
Loving cup, of sanctities moments such placid waters
Now rising from the parched soils of once barrenness
As a mastic mist of laudatories measures
Blanket it, with flourishings of precious dew
An inflorescent jasmine
Metamorphing into a prismatic rose
Before these melodious stones which smile....
As they gaze upon this magnificent splendour
Within a world wherein some still question as to how
Could this ever be?
This renewing of such trodden petals; rousing
And once crushed by the very hands
Which now stand within bewildered wonderment
As they blink their sting rayed eyes....How?
These second chances of a new born life
The Resurrection, of a once lost soul....
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Heavens Rose ~
Note: Smile ~ This is not an attack upon anyone but
"A Song of Hope & Faith!?" ~ "'Love,' Always," John!:) ~
light penetrated dark, sound birthed
the Word ~ p o e t r y
a superlative emitting that which changes
emerging when ripened as verse
speaking to people faraway
unlocking alphabets from minds
to glide, fast fly, jump or slowly crawl, landing
at destined places, swords or aces
I am Poetry ~ weep or whimper not for me
existentially dancing, enthralling, glancing at
blank paper to be embroidered in ink
ruby red, black or olive green
free flow I from fingers fragile, artistic or sturdy
regulate me only for joy or exploring expansion
perhaps for judicious judgement
I, P o e t r y ~ sequins of Love convoluted or rayed, in service
purifying emotive sentiments conditioned, romantic, missioned
Heart is my home where rest my letters, forms
cadences, couplets, epics
in non-bewildered intelligence visioning dreamscapes
divine, liberated from bandages, buckles, bondages
alive is my Supersoul breath giving voice to electrons
protons, neutrons which fleetingly capture
essenced life through observed elixirs
as Poetry, I witness action followed by pure
stillness ~ transcendental whirlpools in orbits
my limbs reach language lyrical or plain
burnished and wise
cherishing recitals in sacred spaces
I activate thoughts and visions remaining
supremely unattached attuning words
for Grace ~
undulate imagination in perfect waves
misty, clear or intricate, intriguing, unblemished
gratifying, swivelling, sizzling in my own
fire or ice
I, Poetry, consummated
voice the W o r d
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*** one Filipino identity waving with pride
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(Republic of the Phil)
July 19, 2015 2.20pm
©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Notes:
Flag Symbols:
8 rays – 8 heroic provinces
3 stars- 3 main islands
3 colors:
blue-peace
red-bravery (red found on the lower part of the flag means no war)
white-purity
• Love means
-love of country and countrymen
-love of democracy and freedom
-love of peace, liberty and solidarity
First Place
Contest: Country or State Flag
Judged: 7/23/2015
Sponsor: Poet Skat A
First Place
Contest: Your Country State City Flag
Judged: 8/8/2015
Sponsor: Poet Judy Konos
A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep
C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen
E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed
G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king
I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat
K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls
M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive
O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg
Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good
S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends
U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land
W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell
Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand
All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.
All avenues are amphibious arenas
Bubbles belch-burst, bitter Bacchanalian bombs
Clouds' cast-iron crescendo creates cold cantankerous caricatures
Drenched - darkness descending, daylight dying, disappearing duskwards
Every eye echoing every eye, emotional evidence enveloped
Fake furs, fashionable fools, firm friends fleeing flowing firmament
Garrulous girls giggle, grizzled gangsters get going, gravity gyroscopes - ginormous gloomy grey gusts!
Hapless Harry's hairpiece hovers, hesitates, hovers higher, hurriedly he hopes he has his hat,
Intimate iciness infiltrates irrepressibly inside,
Jaunty Jack's japery, just jaded January jokes - jigsaw justice
Kilted killers, kleptomaniac kangaroos...
Lame laughs, low lamplight, laser liquid lines lash lustfully
Mercurial miasma mercilessly merging, mournful men mutter miserably
Nobody needs niceties, navigating newspapers, nothing new now
Ordered out over oof owed, obstinately offering old objections
Pavement pool-puddles pose problems, precautions probable, prayers perhaps...
Quintessential questing queens querulously quarrel,
Rain rushes relentlessly, rudely, rapaciously
Sizzling, steaming, slip-sliding silhouettes, soaked saturnine suits seething
Terry the tiger-tamer, tastefully tattooed, taking time talking tactfully to trembling tramps
Undernourished underpass underclass, underwhelmed under useless ubiquitous umbrellas
Vulgar victors, vim-vigour-verve, voraciously vanquished, vanity virulently violated,
Waistless waifs, wasted wastrels, wrestle with wicked westerly winds
X-rayed, X-rated
Yesterday's youngsters yellowing, yawning, yearning
Zero zest. Zilch.
When light rayed Helios pushed the brightness abroad;
A mild and dim dark canopy fell upon the Earth,
Followed,late evening’s crepuscular charm ahead,
With the glistening moonlit beams that threw its mirth.
The inner dispute of the mind slows down slightly,
On the edge of dusk’s juncture,with hopeful
Comer—the night that sets a sail lightly;
To sleep the frozen Earth’s joyful soft soul.
Night’s visions of tranquility slowly rolled above
Me by the groovy silken silence,that prevailed
Wisdom and by my casement,the starry beams rave,
And thoughts start to sketch Nyx’s beauty,as I admired.
Ha!the quaint,mystic smiles of night are well unlocked
For the odd fancier to please by her calmness,
And that halcyon state of musing, keenly touched
Me,It has all of mind’s solid,restful access.
My Fancy rolls gently unfurl like the feathers
Of the song bird,yet on the secret vales of night,
I sit,my song softly moves, concealed from next ears
To hear,for the world to know it by the dawn’s light!
Key Notes from Poet :
Helios—(Greek mythology) ancient god of the sun; drove his chariot
across the sky each day; identified with Roman Sol.
Nyx—(Greek mythology) Greek goddess of the night; daughter of Chaos;
counterpart of Roman Nox.
The Great Lie
Dulce et Decorum est pro Patria mori
I believed that once
I laughed and chatted to my friend
As we boarded the troopship
To take us to the far side of the world
Never been abroad before
We were excited in Colombo
Marvelled at Singapore
Fell in love with Hong Kong
Then north to the fighting
My task, set up and operate a field x-ray department
Wherever I look there's mud
Ubiquitous mud
Even the women, four foot by foot with a ‘tach, smell of mud
Bill said 'but that one's not bad'
They shipped him out, he's gone mad
It all seems quiet
Is there a war?
One night we hear the thunder
Of heavy guns
Then only in a few hours
They come like a flood
The laughing smiling young boys I knew
Now bloody, broken dying old men
What is so bloody sweet?
This is not our home
Days and days went by
With no respite
Amoebic dysentery struck
A major battle raged
My patients come
Like a tide
A remorseless powerful tide
With broken limbs to be X-rayed
So I, with *****running down my legs
Stood there without protection and X-rayed them one by one
How bloody sweet indeed
I had never seen Death before
A lull, and they hose me down and my floor
But still they come
I mourn the loss of so many
Dulce et Decorum est pro Patria mori
Sweet my ****
I curse the cynic who coined this lie
Quintus Horatius Flaccus should have been strangled at birth
And still they come
Hoping for succour
Hoping for relief from pain
Some times only the peace of death is theirs
Some welcome him; you can see it in their eyes
We are not uplifted but coarsened
A callous round our hearts protects us
And still they come
Dulce et Decorum est pro Patria mori
O Christ the Guns are louder
Are they nearer?
Dysentery cured
Still I *****myself
This time in fear
Only discipline holds me to my post
And still they come
Dulce et Decorum est pro Patria mori
It's in Latin so it must be true?
And still they come
O God will it never end
I'm tired but have no backup
I'm on my own and near despair
Then the tide of battle changed
The flood drops to a trickle
I could sleep now.
And she is not bad, warm and gentle
Who cares about a little 'tach
And she's brought me tea
I will sleep now
Until it starts again
Growing Up
by Robert Austin Allison
When I was just 4 years of age,
I was stuck in the crawling stage.
I had already started talking,
But I hadn't yet started walking.
When I walked - my leg turned in,
Mom knew something was wrong right then.
"Mommy It Hurts" I would plead and beg,
So the doctors x-rayed my leg.
When my sister passed away - Your
world seemed at its end,
Then the doctors said I'd never walk again!
The specialist said I had a bone disease,
By the name of Legg-Perthes.
The doctors kept giving you the same old lip,
But the specialist is who x-rayed my hip.
The specialist said I would walk again,
But the bone over my hip was paper thin.
I had to wear a cast for a while,
But now we had a good reason to smile. :-)
Remember my picture and write-up in the Commercial News?
I was almost five and could finally wear real shoes!
The shoes in the picture had a metal bar in between.
Kids at school poked fun at me and were so mean.
The special shoes I wore - they were no fun.
I had to crawl up stairs one by one.
Going down stairs - I had no fear,
'Cause I had to go one by one - on my rear !
Hope this gives you a glimpse into my life Growing Up.
Keep going and never give up! Thanks for reading.
Comments? Suggestions? Let me know. Thanks!
Crawling cars on concrete streams
Fed by asphalt brooks,
What does progress really mean
And how does it really look ?
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Bands unexpectedly form fan shaped orange-red,
rayed from point to point
To stand out
Send out,
And feed my dreams in bed.
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A sunset orange pool
beneath a colored cloud
Tells a meaning to it all
Bespeaks it quite out loud
Then changing red
Much more is said
An orb relates it all
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Some clouds came out
Beneath the cover
And stood as dense as stone,
Behind a veil of captured light
Illuminations shown
A boy called Dapo
Egocentric fellow
Girls howl in July's kisses
Lies, monthly nursed
Of purple quills rinsing sweet tales
Universally versed with X-rayed
Youthful Zeal
Poetry Form: Neville
(This form is not included in list of selections)
A Yankee Dime was his pet name
for kisses he desired.
She gave them as required
oblivious of his true aim
for favors offered her.
Then, like a mongrel cur,
he left her fixed in painful shame.
He was her daddy and she thought
his love was innocent.
Unconscious of his bent
she sensed no danger to be brought
but soon she felt betrayed,
her confidence x-rayed,
her undeveloped soul distraught.
For years she fought to climb above
unworthiness she felt,
without a safety belt,
to keep at bay the hate thereof.
At last her strong faith won
of rancor there was none
nor hunger for a father's love.
almost every day
before the sun’s first blinding ray
clouds are touched by warmest hues
displaying their splendid red-soled shoes
each a ship of cumulus shape
far and high their tops will scrape
grayness off the blue domed sky
heralded by a thousand birds dry
inching up the growing screen
jostling as they puff and preen
kissing heads of other domes
lovingly writing sky-based poems
moving all in unison now
nodding and bobbing with furrowed brow
opening a soft thunderous throat
passing over hill and valley’s moat
quickly gathering a soft grey weight
rain and wind inevitable fate
slowly moving across the land
together to make a final stand
up in the tops of the tallest heads
violet lightning neon glow spreads
wind now touches and bends the trees
x-rayed by white lightning sprees
you can almost see the insects flee
zooming over the earth with glee
Heading to a cauldron in the dry sea of sands
Far afield the Sahara shores devoid of life
With an array of dexterous army riding further North
Our horses neighs as honed swords beholds Amir al-Mu'mini's hands
Death on battlefield is an honourary worth
Even the treasures of war fuels this sweet strife
To bring back silvers, gold, and pleasuring flesh
As a "Missing-Captured" for my already bloated chambers
And the crown will yield more cowries if Allah blesses
The throne, to rax few shells to the proselytes or sheik in the madrasas
Who barely tattles my fate but extols me greatly
The fogged dust on our tarsals censored vision in the brown mist
And the day mocked our sights
Yet we fought with fallen numbers till the sun left the east
To the west with blunt swords clanging defeat
While the crescent moon and rayed star decked the night
Our feral horses snorted as the numbers of our enemies diminishes
From thousands to hundreds and then tens till they are no more
Then rode us to the oasis under the night's eyes
The wind sang victorious song for us while we quench our thirst
Even when water taste like sand as we drink there was plenty to pour
In our jars for the next few day's ablution
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Our flintlock muskets hug straight at our back
As we rode our horses with our prisoners of war
Tied with our turbans to a caravan camel
Along with ostriches, ivories, kolanuts and salts
To a waiting parade while my horsemen brandished their swords
It excited the maidens who peeped under a parasol
Their breast dangles like ripe mangos in a tree.
My father rode to me with his horsemen chanting the greatness of God
He was Clad in an ostrich's feather in his turban
He embraced me and the trumpet went amok with melodious sounds
These I've always desired - a titular prince
Worthy of all admiration in the whole of the five emirates
Punk Rocker a rebel’s cause?
Oligarchy rules within,
Emotions intact although
Timeless it seems when
Declassified, this
Exacting attention
Soon to reach out to each of us
The persecutor,
Rhythmical with opinion
Organized with intent
Yes with intent when
Enraged, effrontery
Rules. Mean while
Scars that penetrate
Lay within the mind,
Yielding actions that remind one
Life is not always about truth!
Intent sometimes wounds
Keying this into a memory
Especially after good design,
A place of tranquil light, it becomes
Frozen in time.
Only then the promise of true comradeship
X-Rayed.
© Harry J Horsman 2011