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Ink Hues On A Winding Road

Ink Hues On A Winding Road 
Chapters turning 
Leaves falling 
Story telling 
Intrigued animation serine 
Deeper in every page sink beneath 
Verge of complex themes 
Rewrite unbound verses 
Limitless parallel rendered 
Lost in absurdities 
Books for miles dusty planted in libraries 
Sophisticated torrent 
All the effort is worth it 
Writers block 
Brainstorming your thoughts 
Achieve novel narratives 
Ink hues on a winding road 
Written passionate 
The love of poetry 
Turn every page, uncertain mystery 
Dig deep, unfold in suspense journey 
Walk with the author on the other side 
With greenish sunsets with mint coffee

Mother Swan

Soaring above the lake of my summer home.
Bringing back supper from arduous roam.

The oak trees lined the lake with beauty so serine.
With birds of life flying into the trees as they sing.

I gently land slowly on a pristine mirrored lake.
As my feet skid on the water, creating a wake.

Majestically, my wings flared open for my gentle rest
My young hatchlings swam to me as they leave their nest.

Gently, I nudge them back to our sacred abode.
Sharing worms with them as their beaks take hold.

Contentedly, I sighed as my love for them fills my heart.
Soon, sadness will come as they will be ready to part.

Until then, I will guide them into this life of beauty that never ends.
As I, a mother, will always watch them with love and lament.

The Docent

The Docent 
David J Walker

So this is heaven
I said to the no-name frame
Of a departed loved one guide
On a drive-by tour of a place
That can only be seen in 
Dreams…   for now
He smiled
But he was always smiling

No, it’s a she I thought
And she seems to be 
Always smiling
Always with me
Saying nothing 
But everything without words

Is this heaven 
I asked
Is this the place made 
Especially for me 
She had no smile but
Only eyes that glowed

And the serine changed
To storms 
Just before the dreams 
Were dreamt 
And no more
		And no less
I must confess
I never knew her name
But
	Just the same 
She comes back to 
Show me more
When I least expect it

The planet Under the Sea

I have heard of a planet under the sea 

 Where beautiful coral reef lies in the deep 

It is where the sentiment of the earth dwells  

And the passion of the universe melts  

It mesmerizes your mind 

 And touches the core of the sky  

Just look at the beautiful colors 

of those reefs they are blended 

With the desires of the sea   

There are no sharks to feed on your flesh 

And no demons to push you to your death 

The planet is serine, the ocean is pure 

And courage keeps you rowing on the shore 

The human spirit never dies and you can 

Live therefore there for the rest of your life 

It’s like a piece of paradise fell from the sky 

And heaven is bidding it goodbye 

The Atlantis is where the music begin 

The planet beneath the ocean is waiting for thee 

And it will surely honor thee 

I have a thousand songs that I can sing 

And a recording with a beautiful rhythm 

The planet beneath the sea will help you sing 

The bliss has fallen from the sun and 

Landed on a piece of paradise on the run 

Oh what a hard earn sacrifice 

The planet beneath the sea 

Is he perfect home for thee.

Silence

There is harmony in the night when all is silent and serine.
In a country with the absense of city noise is so prestine.
Walking in the night without fear and without violence.
There is a certain sense of serenity in the silence.

Knowing that in the quietness of space there is wisdom.
A power that cannot be grasped, the awesome power of her, his kingdom.
In the silence, there are vessels of overflowing oil.
There to tap into so as to avoid and earthly toil.

Poisoned Love

The aroma of that aged wine
So intense and hypnotizangly fine
Among the mighty ravens there is a single dove 
To enjoy the finesse of the poisoned love.

The warmth it spread basking the golden shine
The sound of the crystals shimmering serine
The waves of fire rides just above
To enjoy the finesse of the poisoned love.


The unintentional kiss of sorrow
The majestical dawn of tommorow
The heat of the moment bounded in the unbreakable cuffs
To enjoy the finesse of the poisoned love.

The Beat

How can you be just there,
pulsing and throbbing in the background
moving,
    caressing me,
becoming part of my body,
         taking over my motor skills
making me move to your hypnotic tempo,
     taunting me to go harder,
fluent with the melody
as if it was just another nerve impulse.

When I'm alone
                   your the one I crave,
          desire,
      fiend,
can't live without your magnetic grab.
      Your the one that removes my anguish,
the one that heals my scars,
    replenishes my soul
and keeps my demons at bay,
           truly soothing the savage beast.

Surrounded by a crowd
    of similar creatures
I become one with the masses,
   a collective being,
      stepping and grooving 
to the tones.
So many styles,
           and moves,
metamorphing into a ritualistic desire
making one and all harmonious,
and serine,
    as we dance away
Society's depression and sorrow
          like when the wolf howls out his pain,
                  leaving it on the clouds to carry away.

Tarturus's Rapture

Radiance, shining, illuminating translucency
sky's vast, expansive blue richoting and rivaling ocean views
loose limbs and bashful expression lay scattered across the placid sky
divinity fixed in a space unaffected by man
white clouds swirl, wrapping like ivy around golden gates.
 Ultraviolent inferno lay below while serine holy oceans 
of blue rain above. Raining fire and the rising phoenix of men collide 
as Ouranos opens up to lay down the law of God.
conflicting and drifting of worlds, un-consecrated and pure entities that 
will forever clash at the expense of humanity.

She Knows Who She Is

I have no will of my own
Her presence in my mind stands alone
Timeless beauty
She knows who she is
She has set her goals
Like a diamond
Both beautiful and cold

Her heart is on fire
With passion and desire
Elegantly serine
She knows who she is
Her devotion, her soul
Rock of faith
Graceful and bold

She may be crazy
As she picks a daisy
Refined playfulness
She knows who she is
She is an unfinished story
Masterpiece of delight
Mischievous glory

She loves me as no other
With both pain and pleasure
Lighthearted longing
She knows who she is
Ever needing a kiss
The Song of Songs
Heartfelt bliss

On Open Field

On Open Field

Giant oak consumes the landscape girth
Tears come down, gain momentum, form as rain
Sun beams and wind twist it into bands that land
Strike each leaf and branch with spring like action 
Between each drop of water and speck of light
There is a story to be told
Grass abounds out there about the tree
Expands for miles to horizons deep in green
Drinks in the sun beams, wind and rain
Nourished and serine
Sings underneath the giant tree
On open field

Blue

I am soft and serine I am a color that's been seen.
A whisper in your ear peaceful sounds you will hear.
Like the sea sometimes I roar as I hit the shore.
For I am the color blue and I am all around you.

JSergi

Contest: The Sound of Color

Imprisoned Part 3

PART 3

etc., etc., etc., and the negativity just keeps steam rollering on and on, it just keeps on coming and coming, like giant waves crashing upon a serine beach, tearing it apart and depositing it’s garbage, littering what is beautiful with an ugliness that is unbefitting, yet the wellspring of understanding, desire, hope seems to be endless in it’s patience as each new day brings with it, the same old, same old as new cracks in my persona – she perceives, judges, creates and makes my reality – are put down, belittled, criticized as she, in her audacity, believes, perceives
 that her creations are my realities .
   These are the materials from which I should fashion the keys – if so chosen – into a solid mass, keys that would open ?,
should open the prison, the cage doors in order to set my soul, my spirit, my life free. Why do I let the essence of these potential keys come at me with such force, slapping me in the face all the time, punching me in the heart with such force it breaks in two, kicking me in the ass ?

Words Are Like Birds

Words
are
Like Birds
 
They fly out of clear blue skies,
out of thick gray smother,
out of black thunderclouds,
out of serine, colourful sunsets.

Words may be like Majestic, Eagles,
swift and elusive as Humming Birds,
enlightening and silent as wise old Owls,
or as irresponsible as the Cuckoo Bird.

Words may be like god’s, Sparrows,
keen as the Hawk, 
permeating as the Woodpecker,
or as elegant as Swans.

Words may be as eloquent as many a Song Bird,
or as  beautiful as Peacocks,
they may be like the Flamenco,
or  scavengers, like Vultures.

Words may ascend to great heights , or stoop so low.
Words soar into one’s world, upon veiled wings,
leaving their messages to be deciphered 
by the discerning ear, the subconscious mind.

Words are dissipated by the winds that carry them aloft.
But seldom has their flight been lofty !!
Words, and one’s word, seldom carries any weight,
for deception seems to be word’s ever lasting fate.

B. J. “A” 2 
January 16th, 2013

Transgressions

Are you death
Why yes I am 
Is that who you called
Is that what you want

I am also life
If that's what you want
So which is it you seek

Centuries of faith I see 
Have passed between us
There is love between us

Is there, not sure I see
You might wanna get your 
Priorities in line between us

If I am death, are you afraid
And better yet,  should you be
What do you see in memories  
More positives, more negatives

Could it be you are a companion 
To death, And not even know it
Standing on the edge Strong,
 passive, calm, serine !

God's Glorious Nature

Stop and listen to God's Nature. 
A thing of beauty worth waiting for 
The wind as it sweeps through the high mountain peeks 
The Ocean as its waves crash upon beaches sandy white 
Birds as they wing their way through the air 
Lighting on a tree limb and singing their song 
That God has given the Aves with such care 
So its call to its mate with none other compares 
This is God’s Offering of His awesome love 
A special gift to treasure in our mortal soul 
Include me Oh Lord when You take the hands 
Of those that believe in Your Kingdom so Grand 
Yes take my hand Jesus walk me through your plan 
Help me accept the plan that I am 
And give me a heart with love that is sure 
Like You constructed with nature serine and so pure 

 
David Pennington

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