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Premium Member Silk-Fire and Arctic-Air

I'm silk-fire, curled in emblazoned quartz horizons,
Of aurous equator, rising in smoke as a secular bird, 
From own fossil-ashes, flying to distant honey-shores, scarlet spun, 
Stretching across merlot crusts of earth, like a coal-storm, sobered 

Yet, my heart is not a silent sandstone, flaming with rage, 
It whispers to my Mon Cherie, my arctic air, 
In dialects of redolent romance, midst ethers of space, 
And he, who fuels my glory by igniting spirit, emerges in graphite flares

Our skies are not sketched with rose-gold glitters, 
Rushing in a black-horse's symphony, 
crashing porcelain herbs, 
We paint universe in ruins of lead and metallic cinders,
Me and arctic air, breathe as one in thunderous heartbeats of reverb;

Orbiting in jade bonfires of ornamented redwood, 
While cradling wrath in crimson vineyards, 
Has any nurtured offspring of starburst hope withstood, 
If our eclipsed union is a toxic twinkle upon sacred lotus' haven-yarns?


A Prayer For Today

12:35 pm 22 sept 2016

The leaves applaud the wonder of your might
As your breath blows across the earth cooling the night

The crickets and frogs a choir for your ears
The owls declare who can stand in your presence here

The deer nestled on the ground 
Look up in admiration when they hear your sound

The earth groans and quakes as your foot stool
The oceans shine as your reflecting pool

The universe is your home that you built with your words
Forever echos with sounds of creations reverb

You are the glory and the glory is yours
The heavens expand as into it the micro verse pours

Have mercy on us little ones Great Father of all
We have lost our way, from you we did fall

We weep we gnash our teeth and wail
We cry out to you Father from our man made hell

We have forgotten who and what we are
We greedily devour riches near and far

We have lost our love and replaced it with hate
Come help us dear Father before its too late

Just as you said our faith has fell dead
We are lovers of ourselves and our lust fills our heads

Strengthen those whom still love you
And bring back those who used to

Give us wisdom and understanding to govern our free will
Give us grace to cleans our hearts and then love to fill

Let love fill us completely
Then spill out so sweetly 

Let the grace given to us be passed on from heart to heart
Until it makes its way back to you where all true love starts.

in Christ name we pray and we all say amen
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Secret Admirer

If rhyme belittles verse then let it be;
At night the sun outshines eclipsing moon.
And though no green is seen on any tree,
By shrouds of dark unwind the bright cocoon.
Around in circles back to where we start,
Let footsteps never trace or hold your hand;
I’ve seen you smile.  I’ve felt my breathless heart.
I’ve written poems I don’t understand.
Yet, who am I to speak, besides unknown?
In truth, I often ask the very same.
From youthful chords reverb an ancient tone;
My measures merely sing without a name,
  But yours I whisper; may joy be upon it;
   This poet declares your beauty his sonnet.
Form: Sonnet

This Land Is Your Land

as turf wars go
here
the weapons concealed
before agendas revealed
and courtyard orders sealed
inside wetzel gooey goodness
grand central its not
maybe from the outside
but inside the buzz is low
the reverb high
lingering as smoke choking
on its own asthma
void of cache
or any semblance
of the character
chiseled into posts,
ceiling festoons
and the ethnic parades
chanting in uniform grunts,
silence and glares
required vitals from
their lost or stolen IDs
it isnt Union Station for nothing
a primal yack, spit and grin
flowing from the cakes of
baked commuters
forsaked souls
and a neighborhood watch
that drools in adoration
point a to point b (or c)
never had an intermission like this
then again
here
every director is the drama
they wish they could
coddle into love.

(10/30/13)

The Scribble's Purpose

Wonder, wonder, wonder.
Is this the one sight?
When looking at the black blue of falling night
Or upon the sun’s brilliant breaking light?

Wonder, wonder, wonder.
Is all flavored so?
Whether exquisite cuisine, Italiano
Or simple apple of radiant red glow?

Wonder, wonder, wonder.
Is this alone what is heard?
From the noise of soft electronic purr
To the powerful orchestra and its reverb?

Wonder, wonder, wonder.
Is this the one aroma alone?
The smell of the country, its own song
To the fragrance of cooking in one’s own home.

Wonder, wonder, wonder.
Is this all that is felt?
The softness of the mink, his pelt
To the suffering of possible pains dealt.

No, nay, again, not at all.
Same for all is the reality.
But I want to tell what it looks like to me.
I know that I know I see no differently.

Objective perspective; true reality.
I will to describe what is already known.
But words cannot tell what is clearly shown.
No, words cannot describe the wonders of this life, our own.

I write as I write in hopes numbered one.
The dream is that I may do justice some.
Justice to the beauty that is life,
With all the victories, pains, and strife.

I write as I write to maybe, possibly, if only just once
Paint the world with words and show its brilliance
Form: Lyric


Premium Member The Wood

enter the wood, end of the day
  deep deep reverb, everywhere
  eerie sound from between the trees
  from bowels of earth, around the sky

  then chilling stillness, flee or stay?
  thump thump! disturb the very air
  flurried dance, the following breeze
  as yowls of mirth personify

  monsters lurk and skulk, hide away
  blink blink, acerbic scary stare
  belly scales grow knobbly knees
  fat jowls of girth, the fleshy eye

  children scamper, fierce games they play
  beat beat, why curb their merry dare ?
  carefree clamber through ill-at-ease
  with howls of worth they yelp and cry

  fungi feast while dank leaves decay
  sleep sleep superb in fairy lair
  life poking head, no guarantees
  where scowls give birth, when dreams do die

  look up beyond where branches sway
  squeak squeak perturb the glary glare
  past hazy stars, the " Pleiades "
  night ghouls of dearth by radar fly
© Ian Love  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Ramblings of a Bartender

Slap that cocktail shaker
Find the right fit and tap that baby together
Put a little bit extra in the slap
Mind picturing that ass-cheek reverb
Colors of spirit and mixers rush together
Creating works of art ia what I do
Free pouring or percise measuring
Slinging beers for the masses
Wine stored at proper temperature
Grin & Smile as u never really know someone
Happy to cover up my sadness, anger, or stress
Aiming to please
Looky no touchy as his girlfriend eye-bangs me
Reading body language
"Vodka/Soda" with a lime wedge for Her
"Hemingway's Daquiri" for Him
Just a Modern Bartender, Post-Covid.
Late nights for a lot of places are no more
Must cram as many people as u can into a 5 hour day
Traditions & History in every "Old Fashioned"
Ratios & Ingredients
Social Interactions get a little dicey
Some people think I must talk to them
I am a person and if u r a dick u will be treated as such
Does she want me to flirt or not?
If nothing is said, how do I know?
Every night isn't a party
Every night isn't fun
Every night I have to be the life of the party
Every night I have to look like I am having fun
Romance fills the room as the lights dim
The sun sets and chaos concludes
Last Call For Alcohol
All Tips counted
The last glass washed
End of the night
Did u take someone home?
Walking out alone
The Silence outside is deafening as u exit
Thoughts of the day flood my head as I try to forget
A short-term memory is important when doing this job
I have to forget what happened today
Because I have to wake up and do it over again 2morrow

The Thunder of the Middle East

It shakes the screens of folks all over
The thunder, meanest loudest kind
The moving storm, call it a rover
With crumpled buildings left behind

Not gonna stop, until it’s finished
With shaking lands, perceptions, souls
Until the evil is diminished
And once it’s done achieving goals

We don’t get these very often
The scale is grand and awe superb
When ghoulish grip on humans softens
Though lasting echoes shall reverb

The smoke, the flashes, red and yellow
And booming sound of thunderstorm
It’s full of rage emitting bellow
More like exception than the norm

We watch, we listen, caught by fear
Or maybe joy the thunder brings
So far away, and yet so near
Precursor of so many things

March 5, 2026
© Ed Kay  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Newton Numbers

From the dude
Who wouldn't sing his song
To the stone
He now sits upon

From the woman
Who took the fruit
To the ground
In which she became root

From the baby
In the womb
To the kick
That stretches the room

From the child
Who puts forth a slap
To the reverb
Now giving back

From the teen
Pressing against control
To the space
He's been given to grow

From the onset of time
When action was taken
To the flipping of the script
Growing up the mistaken

...thought

Ugh! I want out
Round and round we go
When it stops
Is when we KNOW

...TRUTH

GOD is LOVE!

Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-11-2023
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member storm rain ice snow spring

1448 Newly Posted Poem 3-2-26
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~storms~
gathering furies
 wild winds whistle through pine boughs ~
  finches feast on birch seeds

streams of freezing rain
leaves slippery signatures
  finches feast on birch pods

~rain~
pounding winter rains
 bathe the thirsty desert sands ~
  wildflowers bursting

drumbeats of raindrops
 reverb in wind symphony ~
  drip plop splash gurgle

~ice~
thin icy edges
 winter white moustache ~
 platinum hoar frost

thick coats of blue ice
 blanket every barren twig ~
  snow melts winter blinks

~snow~
ribbons of snowflakes
 flow in a gossamer gown ~
  ruby skies crackle

across the smooth ice
 dainty snowflakes pirouette ~
  bare birch boughs applaud
 
~spring~
tumbleweeds rumble
 springtime sprawls across prairies ~
  precious gift of rain

crocus shout greetings
 as snowdrops push through snows ~
  blustery mischief

white plum blossoms laugh
 tickled by wiggling raindrops ~
  gold and grey skies dawn
Form: Haiku

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