Far as the eyes can see
Nearer than what is far-aeay
The love that has cum+for you
Iß the love for us
What to say
To make you come again
To make you
Come back to anyware you are
Cause looniness is such a
Sad affair
Come back to me again, and ah again
I wanna be
Anywhere you are
See I don't love you
And I don't need you
I want you
I am just
To proud to begin
To far down is the way you go
When you don't care anymore
Find someone who cares
The one
Who say there be there
Ain't no world for me
Without you
Without you
What's ah man
To do
Tell me baby
Tell me baby
Learning to love you
Is learning you
What about me
What's is it gonna be
Tell me you care
Learning to need you
Cause I love you and need you
Tell me you care
Say you'll always
Be there
Yeah. Yeah, yeah!
Tell me you really love
Me baby
Tell me you
You really want me baby
Baby. Baby
Ooh baby
I love you
I really do
Far as the eyes can see
Nearer than what is far-aeay
The love that has cum+for you
Iß the love for us
What to say
To make you come again
To make you
Come back to anyware you are
Cause looniness is such a
Sad affair
Come back to me again, and ah again
I wanna be
Anywhere you are
See I don't love you
And I don't need you
I want you
I am just
To proud to begin
To far down is the way you go
When you don't care anymore
Find someone who cares
The one
Who say there be there
Ain't no world for me
Without you
Without you
What's ah man
To do
Tell me baby
Tell me baby
Learning to love you
Is learning you
What about me
What's is it gonna be
Tell me you care
Learning to need you
Cause I love you and need you
Tell me you care
Say you'll always
Be there
Yeah. Yeah, yeah!
Tell me you really love
Me baby
Tell me you
You really want me baby
Baby. Baby
Ooh baby
I love you
I really do
Crimson scaled serpents
Sinuously slithering
Winding through the reeds
Set sail in feathered ships.
Guided by shattered stars and bent sextants.
A little white tempest becomes a black water witch.
Hatched from a devil's chrysalis.
Sails are whipped and torn in half.
Fashion a crucifix from a broken mast.
Souls churn upon Poseidon's spitz.
Slothful morning arrives.
Amidst the frothy angel tide.
An armada of prayers ignites.
Unable to buoy any sign of life.
The last candle flickers in the reeds.
Search and rescue throttles down to recovery.
Field of Reeds is a heavenly paradise where Osiris rules. Ka of the Nile.
Ancient Egyptians believed that the soul resides in the heart.
Upon death, the Weighing of the Heart occurs.
I drank from the cup of His salvation and entered in
while the sun drank me and poured me out
I stood in the silence of time with my heels down
weighing out the world I measured my breath,
and found it to be good. It is there that I understood
that Aaru fields of reeds is a golden healing place
that I could go to when I needed to be comforted;
I walked in with my shield and sword lifted high
shuffling through the reeds with my tender feet
not a blade of grass stirred not a single sound incurred
as my vision blurred, I dropped all my weapons
all my masks and facades for an ounce of Honesty;
I took my first sip of life at the cusp of death
and realized it was not I who named me Great Warrior
it was Osiris, as He pressed the Ankh to my forehead
my third eye opened and what I saw was a man with a heart of Gold.
For some of us, the dream of love
is tender as a seed
which, sown in fertile hopeful minds,
grows common as a reed.
A stalwart grass, with no rare scent;
no fancy blooms to see;
no passion’s rose, it merely stands
with nothing grand to be.
It shelters me, this simple reed
that slightly bends in breeze.
But winds of lust I do not feel,
to bring me to my knees.
And taste of bliss I do not know;
I dream the fantasy,
for fertile minds can still create
a rose through poetry.
Strand Completely New(6),Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest
upon the lily pad
a bullfrog -
reeds dance
CHRISTMAS IN THE PLAIN OF REEDS
Three on isolated holiday;
Cambodia on the horizon.
The reeds sway in the wind,
rippling like drifting snow,
their touch a ringing bell.
So close to the Border,
so far from Christmas,
so far from home.
.
Spirits, they exist, maybe only in the mind.
But does that mean they don't exist.
… the reeds bend the wind
G. Milev
where the blue is a mirage
for the forehead bent
the man is undressed
and dry soil drops out of his lips
the sadness is an illusion for those ones
who clench the shores with their teeth
and the articulated reeds swing…
Wind, sly wind
Brush over the shore
Sweep the leaves
Stones, water
Whistle over the lilies
And rattle the reeds
Harmony
All reeds are not tuned
Chaotic
The bamboo reeds away in the
elusive wind,
as the sun rolls down on the country side,
The townspeople look on with pride.
Two reeds at water's edge, siblings
in size and suppleness, fend in wind their
all but invisible life, as miraculous as yours,
or my own: their 'Watcher in the Rye"? No!--
but surely the Watcher in the Sky, who
made their delicate life, and ours. Shall take
a knife from within its sheath, cordon,
and fashion a festive braid for a funeral wreath
while wind sings for all us careless things
of accidental beauty, resigned to the eye-
less blind that do not see us?
I had become the slender reed
that bent to curve but never broke
a hollow echo of time
that thrilled my veins
(and now haunts my eyes)
and was sung,
as roots of knowledge dug deep,
but with a finding of ground
they eased closer to my heart
with limbs of grace
and foreign hands
I had wandered,
the face of the earth
but I return
to bend ever lower
in giving thanks,
I am a hollow reed
now streaming on the sound
of a whole world,
still singing its own song
in an a cappella of time
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