Hika Bay
Silent hawks appear
outside our window
two,then four,now six
form a floating dimond
A kettle of hawks roam high
on ancient air
sent by first peoples
to remind us
We dont own these wonders
they belong to Hika Bay
we are just the latest
interlopers
Frozen in place
in the sky
the gray sky
before the rain comes
PJB
Crossroads to where life began
Fear of dark cold round me again
In the twilight before the morn
Scattered grass iced, forlorn
Silence in the air ash orangy dawn
Fire burnt out like clouds in storm
Life in vain for a purpose lost
Empty pockets, wealths secret cost
Deamon woman in dress and frock
Promising warmth and unto a lock
Of hair as token for a dark ratchet
And chain that binds me
binds me, Dimond in shame
A voice to horse a cock to crow
A secret pact
That turns flame into snow
Frosted word said in delight
Was only a death raven in deaths final fright
Cleansed faith leads fire into gold
Flaming far below too tired to behold
A stare too long at likenesses
of Medusa's state
my heart turned cold ash stone of hate
The bellowing witch apon the air
Blaspheming deamon dog's a-bark
Unfair
Reminiscent of the dead fell lark
Scolding sweat pearls,
Dressed by earls
Jokers queens and kings horse driven cart
fear fast wet waged tears acids came
Between life death shame pride greed and blame.
Walls That We Have Built
Somewhere there is a little sunshine
A ray of light
A spark
You’re not here
Sunken into it
Shaken
Defeated
My back against the wall
Eying the four corners of the room
The familiarity and safety of home
Finding my way
Holding unto yesterday
But letting go
Creating distance
Whispers and shadows
Patterns and signs
Of what is to come
While we wait our turn to go home
My forever bloom
Arose from the grave
Breathing energy
Awakening the emptiness
Of silence in my spirit
I’m not afraid
Of losing you to fate
We all have to wait
Thieves do not get rewarded
They get burnt at the stake
Tuck and pack my tears away
Heavy they are with greed
You’ve seen yellow and gray
You have lived
Lines and wrinkles
Fill your face
Dimond chandeliers
Building up and knocking down
Walls that we have built
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
01/10/20
in the dust lives the devil
he sneaks up when you are unaware
just like and old friend he come around when you are down
he makes you think you are special
he doesn't show his true self if he did then he wouldn't win
he comes to all of us
trying to gether up his flock
he is punching a time clock
he want to take hold and steal your soul
in the end he only wins if you let him in
Scents and colours
perhaps
you should know
that my heart
is carrying your scents
when the exquisite dawn
sings its melodious glee
and the milky moon
emits
its nocturnal beauty
enhances
a mellow nuance
maneuvers my thoughts
to you
nothing is more joy
than
to feel your love
nothing is more fragrant
than
the fragrance of love
O...could i tickle down
the delicate moon’s cheeks
i’ll carve
my language of heart
berry
some dimond stars
pour them
among the poetic lyrics
and let you fathom
the colors
of my heart
~(c) Sukmawati Komala~
Jan 2014
Sometimes I feel like falling,
Or drowning in the rain,
Sometimes I feel like cutting,
To see her face again.
The Shadows of a darker mind,
Twist, confuse and lie,
I never did understand why she had to die,
I see her face in haunting dreams,
Or looking back at me,
She seems to root me to the ground,
When all I want is to flee.
Her morbid beauty chases me,
Like vulchers around meat,
Her stone cold ear upon my chest,
To cocxe my finel beat,
Amogst this all is one smart ray,
A dimond in the mist,
That hold me close to take away,
The razor at my wrist,
The dark and light confuse my brain,
There never ending war,
Mother I love you and always will,
But James I love you more.
Friends are the gifts we choose ourselves, although sometimes
hard to find like a precious and rare dimond
so beautiful,so refined.
Friends of this special kind are the ones that we
truly wish to find and keep close.
You are the dear friend who is always there
to rely upon and depend .
You are the friend always on my mind
as you have all the beautiful qualities
of a dimond and you are precious to me
and most of all Kind.
your mother is your rock,
she has a heart of gold;
she will never tell you
the love for you she does hold,
she may yap in every way
just to prove they really do care,
she sits very quiet
as if she is annoyed,
but in heart heart,
you fill her with joy,
she trys to teach you
about the things in life,
the she condemns you
when things dont go wright,
she is there if you ever need her
and pour your heart out,
for life has treated you badly
but she will say things will work out,
she may have hit you
with a slipper or two,
this was a funny way
to show she loves you,
she would give you the world
and leave her self skint,
just to give you every single thing,
my mother is my dimond
a would do anything for her,
i hope i make her proud
for what i have of her,
i dont have her temper,
nor her yapping to,
but there is no other mother
the way mothers love you;;;;;
My hands are freezing cold
I look not to be old
I'm not to strong
And I dont have super speed
In time I get where I need to be
I wouldn't call myself"dimond beautiful"
But myspace has 500 people to say otherwise
It's all in my eyes
Their color changing
Most find it dazing
I dont find myself strange
But do to TWILIGHT
You'd swear I was a vampire
The gateway to the land of
Angels dancing in dimond
Filled sands..
The soulful sounds of hope
And joy give me a pleasureable ride.
The essance of a friend Memories of
Wishful thinking torn between lies and
Mistaken here I lie stripped and naked
As I watch my angels dance in my
Never ending dimond filled sands.
copyright2008
Amanda Vaughn
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