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I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
The future opens as i become a space rover
Rolling these rocks, from a long ago race
As a window of light opens in front of me
A portal has opened, i feel a glow on my face
Through the dreamy blue, what will i see
As i turn and say goodbye to this world
My thoughts intrepid as to what awaits out there
Over the blue, i Semaj finally step
One, two three to a black abyss i stare
Within minutes of being here, the darkness fades
A strange orb rises oozing colours of light
Like similar beauties from earths parades
Wonderful scenery, another worldly delight
Through what i would call a clearing, an expanse appears
With wondrous colours and earthly creatures
Giant butterflies, rabbits silhouette against this sphere
While plants so gorgeous display their features
I venture further into this kaleidoscopical rainbow
En-captured by a thrilling of a world of serenity
What delights have my eyes, been allowed to bestow
A place of calmness and no hint of calamity
Beside a brook i sit as i absorb this place
Scented petals grace and drift in a light breeze
As i scan the surface, there appears a face
A golden haired beauty, golly! is my mind in tease
I rise to my feet, and in wonderment stare
To my amazement she smiles, fluttering her butterfly wings
As i approach this beauty by the rippling brook
My heart pounds notes like a longing sing
She looks at me in curious pose
Wondering what to make of me, an alien being
Is she reciprocating what i would be doing
If she stepped through the blue, is she what i would be seeing
As we edge closer, its as if it was meant to be
Nervous i am not, in this land of blissful serenity
We all have a path and maybe its my destiny
Have they tried and tested, and eventually found amenity
I turn around to look back, to where i came from
I can't hear her voice, but i can hear her song
My body, my heart in self possession aplomb
No going back through the blue, for this is where i belong
For Constance La France " A Magical Journey " contest.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-9.php
To Ever Young Spring
O enchanting flavor, of the beautiful Spring
Why you always look, so different to me
Seasons come and seasons go, every year
But why only the Spring, enchants everyone
Why the mind get lost by the flavor of Spring
Even birds returns from their migrating hides
Why sweet sensations runs in human hearts
Why life began to look so different in Spring
Why the Koyal* keep on singing and singing
Why the smell of Mango buds creates thrills in mind
Where on earth this intoxicating wine is being made
Which sweeps away our mind and heart in Spring
And where in Nature the nectar of Spring is hidden
Which intoxicates humans, birds and even animals
Why in Spring, images began to appear gradually
On the other wise sleeping, but turning pages of life
The Butterflies are flying from the top of the flowers
To invite Black bee and others to enjoy the Spring
What ever may be the stage of life in which, one may be
In the season of Spring only, one feels young and evergreen
Why my mind has started searching on its own
Sensing the dawn of the season of Spring near by
Why even in our life, we find some day that even in Spring
Even the enchanting fragrance too began to feign oneday
Why the mind cheated and illusion by seasons
Becomes anxious and began to feel young again
By watching the new born leaves on every trees
And finding them dancing with breeze in Spring
Why the singing of Koyal’s * kuhoo* kuhoo*
Leaves the impression of some anguish always
Silently the heart keeps on searching throughout the year
The grandeur and melody of the Spring singer
When the childhood has ever come back again
And when the youth has ever returned, once gone
Only on the pages of our memories and in our hearts
Their fragrance remain always alive and ever young
Ravindra
Kanpur India 2nd March 2010
* Koyal . A spring bird of India which sings mainly in Spring
While setting on the Mango tree branches
* Kuhoo Kuhoo . the melody song of the Spring bird
Similar to that of the Nightangale of John Keats
Aye, Spanish Needles, far from native shore
We the Diaspora exult to meet
Though our station, not what we dreamt of yore
Is battered by grimy dust and slimed sleet
Aye, Spanish Needles, still unbowed you stand
A dazzling prince in a far foreign land.
Dreaming gold reposed on ivory stars
Where evening's chill draws near the weary night
Shining still despite dusty mannered cars
Aloof in their suburban hedge from blight
I see you huddled in mass fore my eyes
Aching through El Dorado's balmy sighs
Extreme doubt supposed in old poet's tale
Of woodland springs and love's certain patience
Your hardy forms admit a desert gale
Thrashing grim your tropic resilience,
Beside beaten edges, and brackish yards
Still hold time's beauty against fate's crude cards.
Aye, Spanish Needles, resident aliens
From another shore, what long age brought you
From the ocean's salt milk, and fresh grievance
To stake your claim to Conquistadors' clue
This Florida had breast to fountain new youth?
Will you now tell islands this empty truth?
Juan Ponce De Leon took back nothing too
Except the joy of the great river here
But I have seen gold softened by silk dew
On regal petals protesting time's wear
And I have kept better company than
Ribault, Jackson, or the old Cowford clan.
Aye, Spanish Needles, brother of the earth
With me, dare my heart now its hope to green
Like you from this rustic place telling mirth
In golden gold and whitest white yet seen
Something in your character is changed here
Something common is now a beauty rare.
It is the mettle of our birth for each pain
To mirth, and wear love's beauty like the stars
Singing redemption songs with tears for rain
And count for medals our battles bright scars
Aye, Spanish Needles, bright golden and white
My heart like a ship rejoice you hold the light.
Beside the beaten edge in full abandon
There prolific in your numbers, a car
Of rubbery resilience, in my
THE NIGHTS OF WINTER
STILL NOT ENDED,
THE DAYS OF SUMMER
STILL NOT STARTED
MY HEART IS STILL CRAVING
FOR AN ETERNAL SPRING……
THERE WILL BE REJOICE FARE
MEETING OF POETS WHICH IS RARE
I WANT AN ETERNAL SPRING
THE VOICE OF MY HEART TO SHARE….
I MISSED THE STAR
STUDDED NIGHT,
I MISSED THE BREEZES
MAKING FIIGHT
WHEN MY EMMOTIONS STING
I LOVE TO HUG
THE SPRING VERY TIGHT….
THE LIGHT OF THE SUN WILL GLOW
I WILL LOOSE THE ETERNAL BEAUTY SHOW
MY HEART WILL BE CHOKED
EMMOTIONS WILL BE BLOCKED
WHEN THE SOOTHING BREEZE
WILL BE VERY SLOW…..
SCHORCHING HEAT OF SUMMER
WILL BURST ME,
CHIILED WINTER WON’T
TRUST ME,
AS FAR AS I AM LOOKING FOR ANOTHER ETERNAL SPRING…
THE NATURE WILL
TURN IN TO A BRIDE,
MY HEART WILL TOUCH
IT’S ETERNAL TIDE
I FEAR TO LOOSE THAT JEWEL
THAT THE ETERNITY OF A SPRING’S SIDE…
I LOST THE WAY OF
SOOTHING BREEZE,
I LOST THE SONG OF
HUMMING BEES
STILL MY HEART IS SEARCHING
FOR A TOUCH OF ETERNAL SPRING…
I WISH NEVER COME
THE SUMMER DAYS
I WISH NEVER TOUCH
THE SUNNY RAYS
I KNOW THERE IS NO MERCY IN THE HEARTS
NO ONE WILL HEAR
MY WISH,MY PRAYS….
MY SEARCH FOR IT WIIL NEVER END
NO ONE WILL COME AS THE GODSEND
I SEARCHED IN
THE HEART OF FLOWERS
A HAND OF MY
LOST FRIEND…..
DON’T KNOW WHAT
SUMMER WILL BRING
DON’T KNOW WHY WINTER
TOUCHED THE STRING
STILL SINGING THE SONG OF INVITATION
AND WAITING FOR
ANOTHER ETERNAL SPRING……
Form:
Destroyed
By Nathan Hannen
Hello, Hello, Are you there?, Said the animal to the human
Yes, Oh yes, Im here to kill you, Renounce your habitats
Ruiner of nature and all that's good, What do you think you are doing?
What I have been told, My lordship
But what is your vocation?, And what is your motivation to commit such cruelty?
Oh ease your bickering, My chimney's must smoke
I live in this world with you too, And I will choke my heart dead
T'is a shame, Oh little creation, Knowing you are lesser
My brethren will cull you, And extinct your kind with guns
Listen, Oh creature of damnation, The need for guns is void
Oh, Cunning minority with no strength, Why is this?
You will force upon us all, Black and disease, A vile putrid stench
You will be the smoke of your chimney, The poisoner of your offspring
Ah, So it seems you speak of caution and danger unto me
My earth poisoners will swipe their tongues, Acidic your homes
I scarcely believe your idiocy for there is no need for the end
My lord belongs to me, As does yours, Turn your bearings, Malice
I have no lord you creature of sin and spoil, He knows not me
Oh human, Oh human, He will come one day and pillage you
Foolish one with no normal heart and decrepit bones, Ebb away, Recede
My home, Oh my poor children, Playing in the chimney's, They choke
The animals are but dust, And the trees, Oh the trees, They are just rust
Human ruiner, You failed to take heed, Why so is this?
Oh lord, My vision in life, I have served in frivolity
No, This is what your service has amounted to, My lord what rubbish
The End.
Form:
Silvery ripples and swirls of viridian currents
Moving through ancient gorges,
Molding and shaping solid shades of gray granite…
Soft and round,
Craggy and sharp,
Here and There…
Solid rock thrusting up
Shaped by shifting currents of the river
Rising and falling,
Rushing and fading,
Over time.
Who knows where
The current will go next
Or what shape the rocks will take,
Over time.
Nevertheless
The river and rocks remain,
One, solid and steady,
The other, fluid and ever-moving.
Sitting here
My heart longs to shed its burdens
To let them slide like a rock into the gently swirling water
And be carried away by the swiftly flowing current beneath the surface.
I want to know …
Can I remain solid and steady, yet fluid,
As the currents of change swirl
Around me?
I want to know …
Can I be molded and reshaped
As the river of life courses
Through me?
I want to know …
Can I be moved in new directions by love,
Harmonious and true to the voice of my heart
Echoing in the ancient gorge of my own soul?
The only answer that comes
Is the flow of my tears and
The sound of the river as it continues
To ripple and run around the rocks.
Maybe
That
Is enough,
For now.
In days of old, when temperaments were weak,
And daily struggles drove sad souls to hell.
There lived a child with spirit shy and meek.
Who practiced smiles, her heart an empty shell.
She learned to walk with grace; she was a belle.
Withdrawn from life, inside herself she prayed.
The other children's squealing laughter stayed.
Each day for many days one dish of treats,
With pecans so delicious, fresh…just right
Was placed beneath a palm tree; squirrels feast.
And quickly scamper home because of fright.
The lonely child looked on with great delight.
And that is where her love for him began.
She tapped pecans; and named him, “Little Dan.”
That city critter wore a furry coat.
Watched hungrily from habitat unbound.
He'd visit daily; but remained remote.
Temptation tapped its firmly rapping sound.
As steadily the girl enticed, dreams found.
Love blossomed brightly there in nature's lair.
Beneath a palm tree, tapping pecans there.
Before too long he scampered to the dish.
And quietly she prayed to be his friend.
He quickly grabbed a nut, as was his wish!
Ecstatically, her heart began to mend.
This all because their trust let them befriend.
For many years, those two basked in the sun.
Her lap, his second home, made life great fun!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Poetic form: Lay
Somewhere I called Paradise
A voyage that starts in one dreary way
The heart felt gloomy, mind got glum
Though the eye sees an outside heaven
An angel dances hypnotizing in some way
The land I stared, in dreams I never knew
Trees evergreen, sky, never been that blue
The disbelief be thrown no longer exist
Enchanted, hath seek for pleasure!
Fear I posses yet I don’t heed
The freshness f air lingers in within
Falling leaves blown by the wind
Far down in the water of crystal spring
Floating and engulfing a heart of nothingness
I can’t bear to hear the song of a nightingale
It lavished upon my head and fantasy
Bliss I enjoyed like a home that hungers me
I bestowed it, letting my hand write a poem
A writer shouting forlorn! Forlorn!
Judas, don’t make it insane!
Imbibe it’s beauty, please love it..
I thought death will cause pain
But freedom in thy land like god’s vow
It’s never a dream to wake me from sleep
Standing in realm, and never thought of a paradise..
From the side of the bridge
A teardrop fell from her eye
And splashed into the flowing waters
Of the rippling stream passing by
Away the teardrop was swept
With the freshly fallen rain
The rippling stream stole her tear
But left behind the pain
She stood staring at the stream
Originating from the mountain top
With water pure and clean
A rippling flow that never stops
She comes to this bridge
Too many times to her it seems
But her broken heart appears to mend
After dropping tears into the stream
She takes a cleansing breath
Inhaling the fresh air
She wipes her cheek dry
And lets down her golden hair
The tear is now long gone
Fresh water in its place
The rippling magic worked again
She wore a smile upon her face
Lovers may come and go
Causing her heart to often ache
But as long as streams still ripple
Her spirit they’ll never break
by Joe Flach, written for Constances' Rippling Stream Contest.
Written and posted on 6/1/2011
Spring Equinox has come at last
As morning dawns from winter’s night
New dreams revealed from seasons past
Soft petals open to the light
As morning dawns from winter’s night
Awareness drawn from dreamers keep
Soft petals open to the light
Evoking visions from the deep
Awareness drawn from dreamer’s keep
A guiding light that shines desire
Evoking visions from the deep
Open to sweet love passion’s fire
A guiding light that shines desire
Beckoning birds of feather home
Open to sweet love passion’s fire
Sing harmony, spring season poem
Beckoning birds of feather home
Synchrony of fecundate soul
Sing harmony spring season poem
Open heart to awaken whole
Synchrony of fecundate soul
A gathering of light transpires
Open heart to awaken whole
To blossom forth our true desires
A gathering of light transpires
New dreams revealed from seasons past
To blossom forth our true desires
Spring Equinox has come at last