Best Take The Air Poems
If wings were mine to take the air
I’d worry not, why would I care
Imagine all the things I’d see
If wings were mine to set me free
Reflected by the aqua seas
I’d spin and twirl as if to tease
I’d wave to mermaids every day
and catch a kiss along the way
I’d tickle treetops with the dawn
And if I should begin to yawn
With clouds for pillows all around
No need to ever touch the ground
If wings were mine to take the air
I’d brush the sunshine with my hair
Just think how happy I would be
If wings were mine to set me free
8/8/21
Suicidal motions following this melody
With pain comes ecstasy
Blood flowing instantly
Forming a beautiful monstrosity
Rage brings insanity
Uncontrollable profanity
The imminent loss of sanity
A horrifying calamity
Anger shadows envy
A need for this empty entity
A deep void inside of me
Filling it through gluttony
Coming from inside
My flaring pride
Moving every emotion aside
I can’t help but abide
I know what I need
To thrive through my senseless greed
To arise and succeed
To take the air you breathe
Sloth sits behind my head
His voice slithers, cold and dead
Making decisions that I dread
Weighing me down to never leave bed
I am alone upon many
But women are plenty
I desire all over any
Lust drives my energy
The words I speak are fake
Lust is my sake
Clothes fall as my hands will take
Nightfall has shown my sinful mistake
Wrath sets my soul ablaze
A state of craze
A possibly eternal phase
Causing terror in countless ways
Horror spreads through lands of virtue
Every intent to hurt you
Madness’s breakthrough
You know it is so true
Here are my seven deadly sins
Nestled below my skin
Where to begin
When to give in
NO GREATER PLACE TO BE THEN INSIDE THE SOUL LISTENING FOR SIGNS THAT ALL IS WELL WITHIN OURSELVES AND NEXT OF KIN. A LITTLE
PLACE INSIDE OUR HEART WHERE SOUL REPOSES LIKE THE TENDER PETAL OF A BLOOMING ROSE. IT IS A SANCTUARY BUILT BY GODS OWN HAND. A NESTING PLACE WHERE WE CAN HEAL. (B)
RELEASE THE VOICES OF THE EARTH AND SOAK IN THE SILENCE OF A BEAUTIFUL MOMENT, QUIET * SERENITY. CLOSE THE LASHES OF
YOUR EYES, BEGIN TO SEE THE BEAUTY OF GODS FRAMEWORK. THE STARS, THE MOON, THE SUN , SHAPED BY TWO LOVING HANDS. THE CLOUD FORMATIONS HUNG FOR YOU ALONE.
WHAT DO YOU SEE WHEN YOU LOOK AT THE SKY?(B)
THERE IS A LADDER BUILT OF STRONG CHORD AND VINES . USE YOUR HANDS AND FEET TO CLIMB UP . WITH EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE THE AIR GETS FINER AND THE SCENARY GETS SHINER . PLACE
YOUR BLOOMING FLOWERS AT THE TOP OF HIS ALTER AND OFFER UP A PRAYER OF THANKSGIVING FOR YOUR SELF AND ALL THOSE YOU LOVE.
SINCE WE ARE ALL FAMILY HERE, WE ARE ALL COVERED BY THE SAME
BLANKET OF WARMLY PEACE. (B)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpY7LTCl2gY
For all the night she trod the furrowed earth
As she has walked all winter in her wake
In seeking for the child she brought to birth
The maiden bride whom Hades chose to take
The gibbous moon is waxing to the bright
And shedding shifting shadows on the lands
One single moonbeam spills down through the night
Upon the rutted earth on which she stands
Made heavy by the weight of mother’s tears
The ground beneath her feet begins to yield
The imprint of a child’s foot appears
Emerging from the darkness of the field
The dawn is tinting grey the silken skies
The lifting mist moves gulls to take the air
She swears she hears these words within their cries
She comes, she comes, she comes, is nearly there…
Around the hill of Silbury swirl the springs
From many sources meeting there as one
Upon the fence a bardic blackbird sings
His songs of seasons ended and begun
The heron stands in wait down by the brook
The willows’ leaves weave rills upon the stream
The cormorant is fishing for the rook
Whose shadow shapes a fish from daybreak’s gleam
From alder trees drip drops of ancient dew
Like shining crystals, in to waters deep
The grey of morn becomes a brighter blue
New lambs are woken from the dark womb’s sleep
A muffled drumbeat pounds within her bones
Thrills through her feet and trembles in her chest
Draws from four corners people of the stones
To stand and lay the winter to his rest
Can it be so, she thinks, that she will come
And willingly escape the thrall of Hades
Be called by this fast beating of the drum
To dance among the wild lords-and-ladies...?
(See Part Two)
© Gail Foster 2016
Let me orbit your eyes
Sunshine
Let me orbit those big brown eyes
Sunshine
Coz it's been a while
Since you've loved me sober
When the fizzy veins and warm bed sheets are over
And I'm sorry I can't talk to you tonight
Because finding words is proving quite a fight
As your words come tumbling though my phone
I can't seem to find the voice to say
I need you back home
I need you home
Let me rewind time
Darling
Let me rewind time
Darling
Because I never said goodbye
When you boarded the train
And left me here
In the never ending Cornish rain
And I'm sorry I can't talk to you tonight
Because finding words is proving quite a fight
As your words come tumbling though my phone
I can't seem to find the voice to say
I need you back home
I need you home
Let me live in your lungs
Sweetheart
Let me live in your lungs
Sweetheart
So you can feel me
Every time
You take the air inside
Hold me tight
And tell me
Honestly
Have you had enough of me?
Because I will love you
Eternally
And I'm sorry I can't talk to you tonight
Because finding words is proving quite a fight
As your words come tumbling though my phone
I can't seem to find the voice to say
I need you back home
I need you home
Go but don’t leave me
your touch constant in my mind,
take the air i will
from your breath you placed in me
that’s all i need, till next time.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
It's thought quite excellent for humankind
eyes closed, to pause and stretch the mind;
The seahorse gambols off into the skies
and disappears. The scholar sighs,
then smiles, picks up his book and pen
and turns to the mundane affairs of men,
still wondering which moment is
the wiser use of time.
Ohho! I'll rove where unicorns
will flash their horns, while jaded ones
retreat to nurse their joints and corns,
to dream of wonder sophistry may lack.
It teaches me to prize the wisdom,
the necessity of frequent visits back
to childhood--there where chimera cavort,
where monsters sport monstrosities
and dragons spew their fire.
There I may exercise my memory,
homemade cape to take the air
behind my head, while
I upon my speeding bike again
as Captain Braverider declare
destruction to the dastardly
who dare to venture from their evil den
and flaunt their vile intent.
I think we need it all,
even the ridicule we may incur.
We need, at times, a shaking
of our pride of intellect,
a rest, a relaxation from the pedestal
of triumph that we leap upon,
usually to assure ourselves
that we are most important;
we need to know how false
that really is.
I'll join the unicorns once more,
rush through sandtraps on my bike,
if only in my mind. I'll draw the lagline,
risk again the marbles in my stash,
look up with love to see that girl
(my fourth-grade crush) pass by
along the sidewalk--yes, it is
the sustenance of manhood
that I feed upon
and cannot do without--nor can we all.
Preserve the fantasy;
hug it to your breast
lest you then find yourself
among the breathless ones on pedestals
who closed their eyes to dreams.
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You take the words out my mouth,
I'm tripping on my tongue
In circles.
I'm getting dizzy,
And I'm all caught up
On your love; it's lethal.
Oh I,
Am a sucker for blue eyes and grinning teeth.
Can you unstick your lips?
I want to hear beneath.
Take off your dress.
I want to feel your skin,
I want to begin to see
Beneath it.
Take off your dress.
I'm a little curious,
I'm new at this,
Can't you tell.
You take the air out my lungs,
I'm choking on my tongue
I'm purple.
Oh you're a bad broke bandit
Stealing my love,
Like tax from the people.
And I,
Am a sucker for
Good lies through grinning teeth.
Can you unstick your lips?
I wanna hear beneath.
Take off your dress.
I wanna feel your skin,
I want to begin
To see beneath it.
Take off your dress.
Take off your dress.
Whenever you cross my mind
I get a smile every time
And you know it’s every day
When I can see your face
Back to remember when
I think of once again
When you were holding me
How I loved your company
The loving that we’d share
Would sometimes take the air
The sparks flew from our eyes
And fueled us with desire
You gave me all you could
And loved me as you should
How I lost you oh so soon
I sometimes ask the moon
When I stare up in the sky
And remember you and I
We’d never any strife
So much love that filled our lives
You held me oh so tenderly
We cherished all our memories
If my wishes would come true
I’d wish I was still with you
For life is so much harder
When I’m left alone to barter
Alone now in this world
Yet true love was once my pearl
I have so much to think about
And miss you as I go around
But thoughts of us together
Will carry me through forever
Broken,
make piece with your pieces
and part ways with anything
that threatens your peace.
Leave the negativity and toxicity
laying firm on the ground.
Gravitate towards people
who perpetuate your growth.
Give thanks to anyone
who has been enough of a saint
to pick up your slack.
Be grateful,
don't take the air you breathe for granted.
Hustle when you have to,
stay humble
and remember to rest.
Visit home often,
offer help to others in need,
nothing is something big to someone.
Cout your blessings,
one by one,
the good outweighs the bad,
a million to one.
For better or worse,
have your own back.
Don't indulge in self hatred,
self doubt,
or get stuck in the guilt.
Get over yourself,
gracefully.
Let go of the binds that
tie you down to solid ground.
A heavy heart will only weigh you down.
Be wrong once in a while,
it won't kill you.
Be kind, always
and kill of counterproductive thoughts in your mind.
Master the art of failure,
harness a sense of humor,
experience hunger,
the desire for more of everything.
Be mindful,
meticulous
ad have mercy.
Trust your instincts,
relax and unwind,
get lost in the sound
of your favorite song.
Learn how to manage time,
accomplish your goals,
one task
one day at a time.
Remember to give yourself
room to breathe.
Slow down,
immerse yourself, fully,
every second counts.
Live in the present,
pray often.
Learn to sit in the silence,
appreciate the quiet
and quit hindering yourself.
Keep your head held high,
trade your fear for faith
in hopes of finding yourself.
Always follow good advice,
know when enough is enough
and always defend your beliefs and values.
Most of all,
get busy living life,
because life is short
and there isn't a moment to lose.
No One Dies Alone
By John Herlihy
The scene has been repeated for thousands of years;
The body lay supine, eyes no longer have room for tears.
The life has been lived; all is now said and done;
The ball of yarn has unraveled; the web of life is spun.
A beaded curtain in the room rustled, sounding like rain;
All of nature utters sounds without seeming to complain.
The candles flicker, the light has dimmed;
The breath is shallow; the blood has thinned.
We breathe all our lives; we take the air for granted;
In our dying moment, the final breath is scented.
With actions that make up the deeds of a lifetime,
One destiny in which even the darkness did shine.
The breath now labored, the struggle has begun;
One last breath to inhale; one final note to be sung.
No one dies alone, the angel of death is always there;
On eternity’s horizon, counting seconds left to spare.
One breath we are here; the final breath we are gone;
Slipped into another dimension where we now belong.
The final breath has extinguished, the body grows cold;
Life’s candle snuffed out, the soul is no longer old.
It rises upward and upward still on uplifted hands;
Light as a feather, the weight of the world disbands.
No one dies alone; death only an invitation brings;
Hand-delivered by an angel with extended wings.
A circle and a triangle went out to take the air
one moonlit night upon Piccadilly Square,
and to every heartbeat pound and every footfall plunk,
the triangle said, "thunk a thunk a thunk".
The circle said not a word, so silently did she move,
ever good and graceful, she had nothing to prove.
No tears will come
Struggling
I pray death will send it's angels to my door
Life has no meaning without love
Living with a broken soul is a sin
Hell on earth ,the blazing fire burning my flesh
No tears will come
Death can take my soul
No life within, life without love
Hope has no voice to sing
Emptiness is a death sentence
I am in a shallow grave
No tears will come
Take the air from me and give me peace
It is the arts that need no God
to crystallize a paradise--
the painter and the sculptor
are aware that through their wrists,
and underneath their fingers grow
a deity that all men know and feel
as mystic blood will flow
into a spirit effigy
and sign a road of stars.
No God need bless the architect
who fills the sky with sacrament;
the symphonist who writes
the stream of tears and joy
that take the air beneath
maestro's baton. No poet needs
to bow his head before
a marble throne...
and why this blasphemy?
It is the arts that feed the mind
and more than we may understand,
define a life beyond existing;
that alone in their own genesis
beyond a thousand years of scrolls
the noble friars passed along,
still speak as if to shake the earth...
that "It is good" may still decree
the very voice of God.
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I wake to sleep, and my awakening is a dream dancing on the edge of dawn,
I feel destiny like a rainbow stretched across the sky of my unknown fears,
I learn by walking the hidden path, where my steps draw unseen maps.
We think through feeling, and knowledge is a river flowing through the labyrinths of the heart,
I hear my being sing a symphony between two shores of profound silence,
I wake to sleep, and my awakening is a dream dancing on the edge of dawn.
Among the shadows that follow me, which are you, reflection of the past or newly born future?
Blessed be the Earth, for I will tread gently on the carpet of withered leaves,
I learn by walking the hidden path, where my steps draw unseen maps.
Light embraces the Tree, but mystery remains a story told only by the wind,
The solitary worm climbs the spiral ladder, seeking the sky among the blades of grass,
I wake to sleep, and my awakening is a dream dancing on the edge of dawn.
Great Nature has its plans, and we are the leaves carried by the breeze of life,
Take the air full of life and let your soul float on the waves of ephemeral time,
Love the journey and let the road be the one that whispers the immortal lessons.