Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness
Day in day out
My dry mouth awaits
A drop of nourishment
An awakening of the soul
A satisfaction that fills
The emptiness of the stomach
And day in day out
I develop a truth deficiency
And there one night, I found a source of truth
And the nourishment flows
Vitamins into my body
And the blood never runs dry
And wonders never cease
And life, and truth, and righteousness
Corse through my veins
And love fills the pit in my stomach
Jesus sits where the emptiness used to be
I am whole, and free, and nourished
Day in day out
I come home
And am blanketed in love
I have found what I longed for
What I have sought and not labored for
Often, dark and grey; sometimes dark-grey; then, as black as coal
In the shadow of the sunlight, gloom seems to be the soul.
As shades of Banyan trunks fall on yellow-green carpet grass
A broken self, knocks at the collapsed castle's doorpan glass.
My inner self, which gets mingled with the shades of rainbows
It grows fast until it resembles gold-red volcanoes.
After a cold blooded murder, is black blood poured like dregs?
The head is mixed with hands. Corse amalgamate with the legs
Self, like a dwarf, walks, runs, sings, and dances behind broad busts.
Sand streams, like whirlpools, seem to flow all through dissension's crusts.
Scenes change. Colours, like strip lights, fail to expose the faces.
Each creature is condemned to involve in cutthroat races.
Like a lonely ship
blue carpet beneath
Wandering in the infinite
Dawn to dusk
None in the sight
Like rays of East
Spreading orange
In the blue room
Impregnating energy
Abolishing gloom
Like a throbbing heart
Trapped in a cage
Pulsating with force
Keeping alive
The otherwise corse
Like a dusky cloud
Drops from within
Descending for growth
Only to witness
Terrestrial blowth
Like a candle lighted
In darkest dwelling
Glowing at fullest
For a broken heart
Becoming earnest
Your honor if I may
On behalf of my client I say
Who was in fact wearing the cheese
The cheese was not, if u please
The evidence is as follows
Five marbles, a peg for clothes
Two odd socks, rubber nose
And the cheese of corse
If I may address the court
And manipulate your thoughts
Imagine my client juggling the balls
While fitting on the rubber nose
Useing what is now known
As a peg for clothes
Two odd socks with no spare
Could easily become a pair
But the issue we have here
Cheese, my lord and peers
As you can clearly see
By the size of the actual cheese
My client was infact never
Treated to feel lesser
As to think it a possibility
To drape my client over the cheese
It is as clear as the evidence
The cheese was worn by my client
As Time Goes By
I remember immortality
The feelings of elation and joy
We have in the blush of youth
Choosing new paths each day
Brilliant with texture and color
Never giving a thought to
Life being impermanent or
Quickly turning calendar pages
That don’t get our attention
Until they’ve passed on by
No focus on it being early April
Today and mid-November
When we awaken tomorrow
Youthful olfactory senses
Never smelling the primordial
Changes lying in waiting ambush
As our shadows begin walking
Behind us rather than in front
And shortly thereafter we begin
The dance of aging and face
New daily choices whose colors
Are not quite as vibrant and
Come in a texture more corse
Then the smooth lefts and rights
Of a long since passed youth and
Now we get to choose once again
This time aware of our mortality
Whether we want to live in fear
Or elect to enjoy each moment
As the gift that it is...
The bain of authors, homophones, and this, I will add is not an ad in favour!
I have, I've walked down many an aisle on many an isle.
Drawn an arc whilst designing an ark.
I'm aurally embarrassed causing me to be orally harrassed!
My breath bated as I wait for the results of my baited trap.
I could be a bard if I wasn't barred from reciting my poems.
Based on advice by the chef of the day I know when I baste my joint it'll be okay.
Bow, beau and bow, I give up, what do I know?
What I do know is Mother Nature found Earth,
Made it her berth and gave birth to us all.
Well on homophones I've feasted, but, now I'm going to try some roast boar, and,
whilst eating I'm thinking and hoping you didn't find the first course a bore.
And not too corse else I'll really feel sore.
If you did? Don't brood as I've brewed ya a cuppa
to wash it all down! As I know y'all be asking for more.
Ah, my son is shouting, "The sun is shining please
take me out for the day"!
5/13/18
Premiere II - Open Poetry Contest sponsored by rob cormac
lacrime sono gettati
nel vicolo buio
cestino de pane
spalmato
con sangue u mano
deserto di spine
schizzato durante
l'ultima guerra
cielo notturno
sulla sua veglia
piove flori rossi
il mio cuore
si mescola terreno
marrone con la pozza
fango nascente nasce
le vostra terre
umida de valore
inestimabile
umida con il fruto
della passione
aspettare in eterno
per la corse
del mio amre
The words are like daggers
And the tears begin to flow
Your hardened heart shows no glimmer
Ceases no light
All you speak is death and darkness
You leave me to die in agony
And quench in piles of trash
I long for something kind and gentle
Like a light switch always swinging into moods
Your corse demeanor your violent explosions
cracks my heart
Lonely and alone
I sit in silence and live in your remorse
For I'm Just a bag of bones.
I'm staring at you, wanting you. I want you to crave me the way I've inevitably longed for you. Your blue eyes gleam from beneath your corse, long lashes. Stranded in the ocean I drown in from just one glance at your eyes, every bit of me quivers in desire. Desire for not just your physical being, but more for the secrets that lay between each sulcus of your brain. I need you, for I believe my heart has forgotten how to beat without the rhythm of yours next to mine. Tell me your secrets. Divulge in my passion for you and let us become.
What dreams may come
of wishing wells
four leaf clovers
and stars that fell
Coin drop wishes
Three foot deep
would they come to fruition
If faith could leap?
Yet hope speaks silent
with heartfelt envy
as the dreamer dreams
and casts the penny
Willing the power of a wish to impart
a reality by reason of want
those secret yearnings begging in the heart
hoping something beyond sight will respond
I wish I may
I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight
by star or well or tunnel dark
by random penny in my shoe
by any corse a wish comes true
I've told this wish to only you
While many without faith may dismiss
I promise I will always believe in this wish
and in the things I am yet to learn
to grant me this wish I soulfully yearn
A blank page
sits before me another day
I leave
I hope it follows suit
A quick glance around the corner
Still there? Has it changed?
yes, of corse and no
I take a jog around the block
Still there, still blank
I feed the cat
still there
Feelings of dread fill me every time I peer around the corner
To see if the paper is still lurking
a vast expanse, of
Emptiness
An empty castle,
a broken spell,
look to the hill,
upon it a well,
deep in its depths,
a princess you'll find,
against the stones,
her bones will grind,
at the end of the hill,
a prince lay buried,
to the ground,
his blood is married,
a witchs spell,
cast to kill,
it ran its corse,
upon that hill,
one dark day,
the princess drowned,
killing the prince,
with the sight he found,
in the well,
he saw her lifeless eyes,
trip and tumble,
that's how he dies,
that's the end,
their love now gone,
killed on a hill,
by a witchs con...
I cry
Wet tears
As I lye
In my blood
Not tears of remorse
But tears of relief
Followed the wrong corse
All through my life
Awoke to constant fearfulness
For the horrid hours to come
Little sleep filled with insaneness
Replayed scenes of my existance
An actor just playing my part
In what some people call "life"
So with this knife's blade I start
The journey to end my tormented life
You may believe suicide is wrong or sinful
But don't judge what you don't understand
No suffering and no pain, to end it all
Release the poison as I lye in my blood
A nice sunny day,the oceans calling me away to drift with her rhytmic motions as she
purifies my soul.
I can feel the filth flow out of me replaced with living Qi.I feel at one with her
were syncted in harmony.
The cool refreashing feeling of her rejuvinating force.the power of her gentleness sets me
on her corse.
So softly like a gentle breeze she wispers in my ears drawing me inside her where she
strips away my fears.
Totally emerserd in her she seems to breath for me.and i get this secure peaceful sense of
total serenity.
Its like being in a loving embrace of which you never want to leave.
No words could ever describe it, you must feel it to believe.
Revitalizing my mind body spirit like some kind of magic potion.
I was born of her i`m her loving son and shes my mother ocean.
Speak my child let us hear your song.
Praise my children it shall not be long.
Lift your head to the moon so bright
Enjoy the stars guiding light.
Allow your cares to drift to space.
Remove such sorrow from your face.
Dry those tears listen well.
Sadness has almost left you now.
My child feel the wind it's time of change.
It’s time to live it’s time to play.
Hide not that heart so glum.
Heavens heard you’re despite plea.
Life must take its chosen Corse
Or you'll be sure to strike a pause.
It has to slow to begin again,
It’s within the earth you walk my friend.
Have the faith my child the spirits know.
They hold you close they love you so.
Angel’s wings are spreading now
Too bring you peace to sing such joy.
Within the child who’s need is strong.
To show each soul life does go on.
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