Imagination. Poems

Unwavering Before Eternity

Death's Shadow creeps across the wall 
Where memories of triumph Stand tall 
Each scar tells stories of battles won 
Each breath echoes choice made, undone.

The ledger of our days is closed 
Accounted for in every pose 
No whispered no apologies sought 
No trembling knees, no faltering thought. 

Before the throne of judgment high 
We stand

Volcabulary of the Dead

i’m cooking these words on the stove,  
hoping they won’t burn—  
but they burst into flames,  
fierce with laser focus,  
only to be choked on  
when spoon-fed,  
and regurgitated  
when swallowed.  

served like fast food—  
empty calories filling the gaps  
meant to comfort,  
to

Southwest

It was a soft rain -- yes, I stated soft,
for rain has many texture -- some even
color.  Imagine a spectrum-brush dragged 
across a well wetted, primed sky, which 
muted technical, dully call~ a Rainbow. 

It was a long anticipated rain:
Saguaro Sentinels weary, dryly
on guard -- bristled their natural pins and needles

A night, of many,

Walk In The Park

How are you with long walks
At night through the park
Where shadows pepper the imagination
And thoughts flow on
With nothing to hold them back?

I love to take those walks in the dark
Both alone and with my friend,
Deep through our mind
To visit lost images,
Memories that live in the shadows,
Remnants of the past.

Do we remain in the shadows
Where my

field’s transaction to the wind

can i feel your breeze? can i breathe your name forever? can you tickle the chimes for their giggles to make you known? 

a series of questions, nothing bit to know. no one has ever stopped me for a series of friendliness, i fill up the void yet no one acknowledge the breath. 

yet here

More Than A Soft Toy

for-More Than A Soft Toy Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg 

there once was a child from Adelaide,
who had a teddy called Marmalade.
taking each other by the hand,
they roamed imaginations land:
there, they never turned scared or afraid.

this world they only had each other,
no mother, father or big brother.
on a tandem they would ride,
or they`d

The beggers prayers

Ye barron lands
I take a glance
Might the whispers
Accompany me
Winters may come
I stand
I fall
My troubled soul
What untangles me
Some may wish
Some may pray
In this world
What do the troubled say
Look to thee
Might the nought undermined
Sweet the gesture
Which appeared warm 
and kind
Look to the rainbow
If thyn believes
To morn the fallen
To let folk grieve
People long
From generation to generation 
Suffer not
In

Maybe , Maybe Not

In the labyrinthine corridors of my mind, a dichotomous dialogue unfolds,
A perpetual pendulum of doubt, that oscillates between certitude and uncertainty's darkening folds.
A litany of lost opportunities, a catalog of unfulfilled desires,
Echoes through my consciousness, a haunting refrain that fuels my deepest fires.

The specter of indecision looms, a constant companion that besets my every stride,
A

LISTEN to the Wind

"LISTEN to the Wind as it sparks your imagination giving life to the words you write." By Poet
 
LISTEN to the wind as it softy blows,
so soft it can barely be felt as I write.
As I find gentle words for my pen to write with,
words filled with love and peace for my reader.

LISTEN to the

Let me tell you what I know about Piet Mondrian and Mark Rothko

Let me tell you what I know
about Piet Mondrian and Mark Rothko,
two painters so rectangular and square,
you'd swear there is no life there,
till you look with a little more precision,
a little bit more care.

listen To The Wind

Listen to the wind:
it roars, it murmurs,
righteously chants -- 
In gusty breaths, exhales, rants, 
tempestuously pants. 
             In tyrants it wails -- 
             tearing sleeves 
     

In gentlest hands

They walk as if they're guided
By winds and gentle hands
Hold lanterns the distance 
Held in childish hands

Afar you see them floating 
Their Laughter echoes on
Those gentle hands caress them
These ghosts we are among 

They were the Children of the sun
But darkness called so sweet
They embraced the gentlest hands 
Walked with childish feet

They dissappear into the

Perception

Not everyone sees things the same
Peering out of different sets of eyes
What one depicts as truth and facts 
Another will view as deceit and lies

Remember perception is not reality 
And reality is not what you perceive 
Reality lies somewhere in the middle  
Between what we detect and believe 

Is the left eyes sight as

A Story You'll Surely Adore

      ~ A Story You'll Surely Adore ~ 
              ('Suicide's a Pain')

     As I was about to enter the store
       I was smacked by a malfunctioning door

The Silent Kiss

Gentle as a dove gliding through the clouds 
I am at a loss for words though here I am  
Timeless as music wafting through thin air 
ageless as the stars that shine above you.   
Soft as a kiss that has lost its will to speak,  
I am an Angel, that once

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