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Looking at the crowds, in different ways now....
As they turn their heads and I close my eyes
Smiling as I walk on by; wondering, if ever they heard
These words, while the days did fade to slip away ~
Turning towards the Sun I have known....
Calling cards they failed to hold, as I spilled my heart
Upon this Soul, amid distant crowds and fading stars
Looking at the skies in different ways, while its blue
Fades to black and yet, still they'll say as I take a bow ~
Lower my head, gently smile, walk on past; turning
Towards the Sun I have known, and calling cards they
Failed to hold, as I spilled my Soul upon this heart....
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....“In These Distant Clouds And Fading Stars” *
Note: Smile ~ Written 10/25/08 * “Love, `Always,`” John!:) ~
free verse(3)
Valeria Iliadou-Nature, Four In One
Billowing wind, hands can't tame your brunt
With holy oaths you unlock life's hunt.
Miracles are melting while sharp rain breaks,
As each loss is just a change
-Earth's fatal redemption-
An instinctive bending under the peal of a thunder,
A choice to silence the deafening mediation,
Hidden in holes dry.
Natural randomness, the path of a human life.
There is a stolen fire, divine
And guilty traces on human hands,
-You can smell smoke and coal on finger lines-
Rough lines, on them walking minds greedy.
Rockets fired and we applaud,
Yet the dawn of the fiery sun lies in the eyes of the wise,
Only.
And melodies are coming from the bottom of the ground,
In the midst of our time.
November. Birds are calling for peace,
Yellow birds, on yellow stones, on branches carved
On leafs' grace, they are calling for peace,
Seeking the days of the Summer,
When sun returned
Wise and peaceful
As a King crowned.
The bead of sweat
that rolls down her supple breast
may have once been mine.
My arms can no longer
hold the weight of my body –
I collapse; our legs still entwined.
The ceiling fan slowly
dries our dampened skin;
I can’t tell where her breath ends
and where mine begins.
The trail of discarded clothing
leads out the bedroom door;
I hope to nap a bit
before she yearns for more;
Shadows of the setting sun
slowly parade across the floor.
I stare at the reflection
of our bodies in the mirror
on the opposite wall.
A more beautiful painting
of a loving couple
I can’t recall.
Her hand begins to move,
caressing once again,
my masculine form;
Blood circulates
and once again,
I am growing warm.
Although exhausted
I have enough energy
to once again perform;
Our bodies fit together
like a suit
that’s well worn.
Our rendezvous
on this work day
afternoon;
Could not have
occurred one moment
too soon.
The sun sets
replaced by the moon;
a third time
will cause her to swoon.
The morning sun bursts through the window.The cloudless sky's
and the musical cerp from every bird
Its all the little things that makes
us who we are
I arrive to a place with anger streaming through
the air and yet theres a person who makes it breath taking for me
This person I admire.She makes a dull atmosphere happy
just with one smile it can be all done
This person I require for with out this person it would
be a fearful and empty place
This person has me swept from my feet with sun
glare power from her eyes
This person I desire for that if I could but have
her I would live forever happy
My hands cover you like the warm ocean water
touching your feet...
Slowly creeping up your ankles as your body
feels the heat...
Your toes wiggling in the sheets like your feet
in the sand..
Another wave of sensation rides up your side
lightly touching your hand..
My eyes like sun rays gaze over your beach and bay..
No shade or umbrella can stop this heat that's upon you today..
Till the moon comes out and the sun goes away...
We will flourish in ourselves and always remember this day..
The sun and I we rose from the bed of night
And walked abroad the damp grass and trees
Stretching with each step the line of delight
To edge the liquid tongue of murmuring seas.
A nightingale nuanced the day's orison to tell
My heart, the life in it reclaimed a songs worth
Scattering joy like wind rain of dew on the dell
Morning comes cackling the hens on damp earth
Away beyond the petal wight of skies, the first grief
Gliding on the stage my eyes applaud for desire
Ruby bosomed clouds arousing the russet leaf
Above me, heaven's passion set the world afire
The perfumes she wears, violets of mountains here
Palpable to my senses, it rains and rains desire
The sun and I are abroad walking the world's hair
Flung wet upon my skin, diluting his probing fire.
An answer becomes a question
without an effort.
The world hisses
in filaments of joy.
My hands become
green branches of a huge tree.
Terrified sun moves away
with all its glory.
I empty myself in a circle of voidness.
It was a sad chapter
the beginning of violence-
the heat dries up the sweat on brows.
Standing in the sun I watch,
how we are dismantling each other.
The innocence of civility,
eclipsed by ferocious flesh, loses symphony.
The fatal, brutal, savage times.
We are running
to reach nowhere.
The tension creeps under the skin.
The impurity of thought
hurts like broken glass.
A barren land forgets
the man & remains loyal to death.
SATISH VERMA
Volcanoes burst of flaming fear
Oceans wave and express emotional tears
The wind strikes with blades of brightness light
From climbing a mountain's beautiful sight
Tornadoes spin like the starfish in the lakes
From endless times of angry earthquakes
The snow glows like the stars in the skies
Hurricanes hit furiously a couple of times
Clouds always crying and making the soil moist
Rain drops falling and describing an angel's voice
Mountains rise high above the heavenly skies
When the sun is feeling joy then here comes the sun shines
Nasty storms always express with actions of power
Feeling the tree's feelings from sweet to sour
Lightning loves to hurt from the thickness of ink
Fire wants to rise and at the same time sink
These are the earth's emotions.