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fair maiden who sails on each crested wave
drawn from the deepest ocean currents
galloping white steeds land on golden sands
within each beat, feelings growing stronger
exploring beauty within this magically universal dream
developing within every passing moon - joining with shadows we unite souls
I see a starlight shining so brightly, blinking
destinies promise to join our kingdoms
each one bringing you closer into my heart
a thousand gifts wrapped over and back
as silk-white ribbons inside out beams upon your grace
the greatest pleasure is dancing with you under the moonlight gaze
in the distance, at horizon's edge, a darkness
storm clouds approaching from the north
I see the fear in your eyes as the moon turns ebon
white steeds neigh in the wind, fearful of the tempest
a memory? or an omen of things to come?
you release my hand, thunder shakes our universe
lightning illuminates, casting ghostly shadows
I call to you, fair maiden, as you mount your beast
the windstorm drowns out my ardent pleas
what is this spectre that stands between us?
come back, come back o fair maiden of light
alas, the fantasy fades, I stand alone in black of night
waking up the eyes sting, salt-based
missing someone special with whom I shared once upon a time
lost inside the loneliness, nowhere to turn
stuck within a bubble of feelings
where someone will never leave or hide away
standing for a moment in the cold morning mist
listening to the crows call
haunting thoughts drift upon a cloud
with picture memories stored, deeply beautiful
the dream, the dream, it taunts me when I sleep
no longer sure of what is real and what is illusion
tonight, I will close my eyes once again and pretend-
you're still here, with me
A collaboration between Liam Mc Daid and The Seeker
Intro: La... la... la... la... La...
I.
I tripped from letters A to Z
Composing pretty little psalms
For the whole wide world to see
I traveled more from site to site
Swirling sure into my insights
Happy, enjoying every flight
Chorus:
I am a bard
Hear me, I'll hum
A hymn of joy
A song of love
Beating in my heart
II.
I walk, run, roam, twirling around
Tasting all elixir of sounds
I have been bumped ~ glued, hold and bound
By the best zesty soup in town
Not mushrooms, cheese or any spice
But of iambs, verses and rhymes
Chorus:
I am a bard
Hear me, I'll hum
A hymn of joy
A song of love
Beating in my heart
III.
With do's and don'ts, pages wages
Young and old: all ages
Rich or poor from life stages
As in Poetrysoup
Nothing to break nor lose
All choose to boost... to boooost..
Chorus:
I am a bard
Hear me, I'll hum
A hymn of joy
A song of love
Beating in my heart
ohhhhh..... ohhhhhh.... ohhhhhhh
Bridge 1:
Its a craze
Its the face
Its all grace
Slowly say
Bridge 2:
Through thick and thin
Through twists and turns
Music and lyrics
of life and world
Chorus:
I am a bard
Hear me as I hum
A hymn of joy
A song of love
Beating in my heart
(c) Olive Eloisa
12:02 am
June 07, 2014
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Should I disregard
what other people think or,
balanced on the brink, maintain
a thin-veneered façade?
Where shall I store,
how shall I keep,
the poetry I must write
but cannot show--
that which smolders deep
and threatens to erupt?
Must I lock it all
securely in a box,
store it high upon a shelf
where none are wont to go?
Would it be likely to corrupt
the innocently unaware?
Should I, at least,
pretend to care?
Might not I plunge into the mob,
joining others of this ilk...
should it be my job
to preach, now the day
has finally been reached --
to walk alone in open air,
free from fear of full disclosure?
Would my revelations stir
those who taunt, who hate?
Might not their spate of hurtful words,
and worse, prompt my avoidance of
the fate they threaten,
encourage my reluctance to unmask?
And may I be moved, instead,
in surly tones, to ask
who made them my judge and jury?
In Two Thousand Fifteen, Donald Trump stood firm
Said smart folks will soon come to learn
That the U.S. is in need of sounds from his horn
But he soon switched, for use of his trumpet
He's been blowing non-stop with no regret
He's Producer of fiery political script, don't forget.
This privilege trumpeter I soon began admiring
His consistent pattern of behavior is astounding
Saturday Night Live has nothing over him
The Don takes no hostage, but now he's lying
First, Dr. Ben hit his Mamma; then Mexicans come sinning
Next, his trumpet blew all Syrians down, none escaped him.
Donald J. Trump is star in his very own show
Neon lights flashes bright wherever he goes
His opponents' role, his hands can never slow
You'd think the Don's on Comedy Central show
Foreign and Domestic policies will take a toll
The Presidency's pendulum will surely fall.
Now, Hillary has the Don nit picking again
He's blowing, huffing and puffing... all to win
And because he's loud, I detect he hiding
Right behind that voice; that's not really him
I wouldn't be surprise to see him joining in
Switching sides, endorsing Hillary would be big win.
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In this land of if only, I'd only have myself to reckon with
no real or imaginary people to fight with or have a tiff
In a world of seize and conquer I would feel no loss
I'd ride the ocean winds like an ancient Albatross
In a world of make believe I'd be Queen of fairies
grinding my worries away , I'd then pick berries
in a forest full of bears, tigers and wolves, I'd be
a minx with great stealth, I'd never want to flee
In a planet where stars moon and sun can be touched
I would make plans for a future that can't be botched
In a society that badges truth, compassion, empathy
I'd be happy as a lark in the sky, songful and free
In this land of if only, I'd be a wish that never dies ,
joining forces with all the conquerors of the skies.
Unworthy of the Watchtowers gaze
No gentle guiding dove
A million miles away, was He
The God I chose to love
Abused, my innocence defiled
By those I’m taught to trust
My words rebuked, my soul beguiled
As nails that turn to rust
Told what to read and what to wear
A collective consciousness, well equipped
Unless of course, our rules you break
Then spend your life disfellowshipped
Your pleas, your screams are futile
Your damning claims, remain untrue
For the proof of immorality
Demands the rule of two
A spirit crushed and broken
By the keepers of His Word
A million miles away, it seemed
The Kingdom of The Lord
The ruffled feathers of the flock
The turmoil cuts deep, like a knife
Oh! Elders, pray tell what to do?
Pray more and be a better wife!
The tarnished carpets raised again
In the case of Holly Brewer
Dark secrets, hid behind their walls
Her demons still pursue her
My faith, strong in the making
Only served in blinding me
I stepped outside the Devils grasp
Once more again to see
As Heavens Gates are closed to you
Your world in ruin, your soul laid bare
No friend or family member close
Will pardon, or your dreams will share
Approaching Armageddon
As the Jews, we are Gods chosen
No other shall grace Elysians Halls
Until Hell itself, lies frozen
Can’t you hear it on the wind my friend
As the Horsemen ride our way
Far closer than they’ve ever been
Not a million miles away!
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A poem on the behind the scenes everyday life in a 'CULT' by any other name. where there is no crime apparent unless there are two people to witness a missdoing! Otherwise in the eyes of the Jehovah judiciary no crime was committed. When Holly Brewer talked of her plight as a child she was shunned by her peers and her mother was told to pray harder and be a better wife! I wonder how many Jehovahs Witness are told of the case of Holly before during or after joining the Jehovahs . . .
The College Caravan
Last night we loaded the minivan with her
suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, and chest of plastic drawers
stuffed with clothing, toiletries, school supplies, and posters.
While our vehicle is tightly packed, her room stands hollow;
drained of stuff and spirit, except for the furniture she left behind
like the last icicle melting unnoticed in the spring thaw.
Morning’s excitement, today’s foreseen guest, found her passkey
so early, she displaced the alarm clock, announcing her presence.
On the verge of adventure, our cramped van vacates the driveway,
eager to meet the other jammed vehicles joining our journey.
Sporadic chatter splinters moments of spurned monotony,
spanning the miles amassing in our rearview mirror until …
A hatchback hauling a heavy load leads our line exiting for the rest
stop, where the parking lot hosts vehicle after vehicle stuffed with
suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, and chests of plastic drawers …
Our re-entry acceleration runs smoothly, courtesy of a
clamshell-covered car graciously slowing to permit our advance.
From sedans to SUV’s, the right lane is flush with fenders and
families, forming a cohesive chain whose links approach “The Exit”
signaling for the deceleration lane. The college caravan, flowing
onto the exit ramp and through the green light, turns and winds
along Main Street. As the minivans, hatchbacks, clamshell-covered
cars, and SUV’s pour onto college campus USA, they’re carrying
suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, chests of plastic drawers,
and, of course, the proud, nervous parents …
escorting the Freshman Class of 2018!
E. V. Wyler
The rain yesterday
Changed the morning
Fog rises from the creek
Air is nice, moist, cool
Dew drips from the caladiums
That possess the window boxes
Roosters sing cock-a-doodle-do
In the far distance
Birds chirp softly in the trees
Water droplets drip from leaves
On the pear trees
Cats groom each other lovingly
Sun peeking threw the clouds
Casting a soft glow just
Faintly showing light
Gentle air movement
Air touches moving caladiums
In a slow sumba
Drawing into a close presence
With every living being
With every inch of sunrise
The sky changes
Sun becomes goldenrod
Casting its light on the black clouds
Moving them with its presence
And warmth; softly, slowly
Inching it way into the day
Changing every living thing
Slowly leaving the other side
Of the earth
Joining forces with the moon
Bringing night
Form:
Ganesh in the Deeply Dark (Dawn)
I sit, sullen
in this hot tub,
grown warm.
Here, I sit,
grown cold,
grown old.
The stars seem dim,
though neatly
arranged.
The dead leaves,
having leached their
green, beseeched their
sun-god, having breeched
their tip-top, up top, paraSol-top,
having reached the high holy Pale Blue,
having pleached in greens, having bleached
those same greens, having (perhaps mayhaps perhaps)
over-
reached,
fall silently around me.
Joining my tears in
filling this bath.
The light, warily
illumines the manuscript
sky.
Confronting my dark.
I can’t read these stars.
I can’t know my Way,
my Fate.
They say that if an elephant
could speak, we’d still
not understand her.
Wittgenstein’s lion.
The elephant isn’t.
The elephant is...
mine.
The outcome of a deserved victory
picks up momentum
with an unstoppable frenzy,
but some call it delirium;
and who can stop the human spirit
in moments of unimpeding grit?
Unity grips the rampant imagination...
to set oneself free of all predjudice
by speaking words of liberty
and declaring, without shame,
one's undeniable ethnicity;
one can understand their jubilation
by joining them if it were their own...
to find this mood impeccably imperative!
Let the unstoppable frenzy
identify yourself and be proud;
take on, for only a brief time,
the frantic looks of invincibility...
never depress the exploding emotions,
because they attest to the circumstances!
The desire to be recognized
for the strides and boldness...
reaches far beyond mere expectations;
expel the doubts,
rely on confidence...
be a brilliant lighthouse to humankind!