Light
Portrays the scene
Defines what is seen
In convincing detail..
It seems that
Light is a word which
Like all words are
Servants of separation..
Yet light in effulgent
Resonance may erase
An old and write
A new story...
A new story
Of no separation..
Stories abound
All seeming to
Reinforce the
Story of separation..
Actions and doers
Using time as
Advantage and
Disadvantage..
Stories..
Life appearing..
So it seems..
What can
Seem to happen:
A new story calls:
Time Out..!!
Quashing separation..
Unexplainable..yet
Life as before
Appears for no one..
Feeling free...
The poetry section has a crazy short limit on characters so my piece had to be posted as a short story.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/creeping_studies_9422
Thanks for reading!
TIME TO WRITE A NEW STORY
Intolerance pervades our times' core hard
Blood is shed free, civilizations clash
Heart splinters into disposable shard
In the grip of stress relationships crash.
Let times change the form before its decline
War-tank becomes piano, gun forms flute
Mercenary turns into violin
They play the symphony of brotherhood.
Let times change face lest it burns in fire
Scorn turns flower, hate a branch of olive
Mind an alchemist making golden wire
They lace garland of love for us to give.
Or let our times go back to the stone age
Start to write the story on a new page.
January 10, 2018.
A new story want to begin
A new sun wanted to rise
Gave a little time to the dream
And feel it in her beautiful eyes
Her sense can read the life
Her view and her image
Remove darkness bring new rise
Just feel her in the heart
Fabulous flower of her lips
Birth of magical smile
While she appear in night
Spreading everywhere beautiful rise
She is a beautiful destination
Give new view to each vision
Each day a new page in my diary of my life story
My family my heart I devote
Blessings just to wake up amid His glory
We take each day with a new step a new note
Living for the happiness hastily wrote
Tears shed for reasons as they dry in silence
For all the memories that comfort me
To love and be loved blazes as dawn rises
Creating fantasy to become reality
for the future is ever-changing to agree
12/7/2016
"Every day is a page to write a new story".
Quote Response - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Life can be like a bunch of somersaults
This happens, that happens,
The invisible unexpected becomes visible
Never knowing what the day may bring
Trying to keep your feet on the ground
All you can do is keep on rolling and trying
With courage to stand tall in survival
One thing after another pass like the clouds
But the spinning can be stressful for anyone
So hold onto those good surprises on the way
Keep on moving, you will get through today
For every day is a page to write a new story!
12/6/16 – For contest: Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
The other day violet vapours formed
Each holding a momentary rainbow
My window the lovely apples adorned
A cheerful arrow in the aroused bow
Today the painted bubbles have all burst
A huge ice in my room shorn of glory
Some insects teem in the pulverized lust
Every day is a page to write a new story
Tomorrow I’ll go to a hospital
Smell of drug disease and a house hoary
Bouquets wet in tears in the funeral
None knows what will be tomorrow’s story
Dusk or dawn, move on, says the restless time
Do not get fixated on past glory
Each flash begins a door for a new rhyme
Every day is a page to write a new story
___________________________________________
6/12/2016
Not a New Story
Written: by Tom Wright
6-29-2016
Jesus, a story that has never grown old,
But darkness over many has the rule.
When in the spirit man has grown cold,
He’s near to becoming the Serpents tool.
Is God’s name steeped within your soul?
Do you bathe yourself daily in his word?
Is eternity in Heaven your earthly goal?
Or to you does his word remain unheard?
Starting A New Story
Now Ol' Ben is starting a new story
Something about him being in purgatory
And after he had caused so much static
Became a brain surgeon in pediatrics.
No one there wanted to be befuddled
And up nothing by him ever muddled
Patients never knew what he had meant
So he did decide to run for President.
Never understood what he said anyway
We had heard several politicians say
To go on further they found it hard to refuse
He must have a few missing loose screws.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Love
Rests in
Esteem you
Before cherish
A beloved one
Dare to embrace
Write a new
Story
Now
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