In a world where the lamps forgot to glow
and the sky wore a coat of night,
None were brave enough to make a sound
But then,
Not loud, barely perceptible,
just a thread of sound,
weaved into the silence.
The streets were empty of laughter,
The windows held no more warm light
The wind whispered and rustled through the dark.
Still the violin sang.
It sang of mornings,
The darkness had never seen,
Of gold and green spilling over vast hills
Of birds soaring in an endless blue sky
Its song climbed broken stairways,
Slipped beneath locked doors,
and began to soften the hardest hearts
And somewhere in that dark world
Someone paused to listen
For a moment
The night grew thinner
The suffocating gloom began to thaw
As if the music had made them remember
The days before The Dark.
Upwards is his destination
Lost is his designation
No call from Stars above
No message of half-hearted love
Green reconnects with Red to combine
As our Smith relaxes his invisible spine
His journey so far has been to hone and refine
It is all he can muster, so far out of line
No matter his blindness, he saunters past
The Fire's Cot, mid-molten blast
Making Names wander, til' the Bellows blow
Up stairways, they travel, where our Smith now goes
Steep and coarse, the walkway is cobbled
Thrown together, stone and metal were knobbled
Though our Smith travels slowly with a slippery crawl
He soon gains some confidence, and takes steps, small
Almost like a snail with it's juice left behind
Our Smith leaves a trail a hunter could find
Green and Red splotches on a watery rind
Moving unbothered by secrets enshrined
He shivers and coils to the top of this 'case
Wriggling his body to scream from his face
"CaN i PlEaSe ReTuRn To ThE BoSs' GrAcE?!
i KnOw I'm NoT aLoNe In ThIs SpAcE!"
The steps begin to brightly glow
A clear departure from ash and shadow
The metal grey shifts to a sharpened Pink
"A fallen Smith is a missing Link."
The stairways to eternity
were initiated by your gaze.
If one day Death came to your door
I'll make sure that before he steals your soul
It'll be me who he has to pass through
So when I'll go up there before you
I'll tell every star in the night sky
To form the stairways when you come by
I'll paint the moon so bright
That it feels like she has her own light
So you will never need the darkness to hide
And always rise like the booming tide
You will leave the earth feeling sore
How it shall lose something so pure
The colour palettes would turn monochrome
But I'll see you up there in our new home
Quote: “It is utterly false and cruelly arbitrary to put all the play and learning into childhood, all the work into middle age, and all the regrets into old age”. -- Margaret Mead
On a spring morn bathed in golden light,
I'm enchanted by the mist, a breathtaking sight,
Like stairways to heaven, from the lake they rise,
Utterly spellbound, I wander beneath azure skies.
Yet wars rage on in lands afar,
Where freedom falters 'neath a tyrant's star,
Innocents fall, hostages to greed's cruel deal,
Utterly disheartened by the leaders' heart of steel.
But amidst the chaos, wildflowers bloom,
On the ridge they dance, dispelling gloom,
Sparrows and swallows in a joyous spree,
Utterly beautiful, a sight so lovely, it sets the spirit free.
On a warm afternoon, thoughts drift anew,
Watch deer and chase turkeys, in sun's warm hue,
And in quiet repose, my aging frame does rest,
Utterly, I must write a poem, before I forget.
I implore you a race to the top floor
where every other candidate has won.
The stairways and elevator jammed
with all the top placers, second sucks
and third place has passed out on the bottom floor.
(I jest, of course, having judged. My gavel plunged
as deep into the heart as any other. And yet I’ve loved
each read, deeply sipped the wordy tea.)
A Bushel Of Sage, I'm Stardust
Ascending through meditation, Soul Drifting Wanderlust
Seven Doors To Heaven
VICTORIOUS! I Raise the Alchemists Scepter,
Climbing Stairways above the Mists Of Life
Rising Aflame, Blazing Lights like Nazarites
Aura Sheens Of Infinity the Spirit Gleams Forever
Soaring Above Lies & Oppressors,
Ever-Flowing like the Grace of an Epic Zen Master
My Hearts Deep and Rich like Jasper,
Flying Ever-Higher, Ever-Faster
I'm a Full Throttle Cosmo Threshold Smasher,
Sailing Seas Of Eternity, I Drift the Inner Galactics
There, The Promise Lands we Inhabit
Beyond the Chords Of Time, Enshrined, The Elixir Of Life
BEHOLD, The Mystical, BEHOLD, The Divine
We know she's an actress
by the way she rolls her eyes
Rock N Roll widows always recall
insecure ventures down the stairways
what is your maiden surname?
the truth is always a chore
is that what we call eternal strife ?
reply to the minor bird,
cast a side eye
over the broad estate
you inherited
from your endearing sighs
Pearl of the Orient,
the archipelagic goddess of the Sea,
beautiful as the Magindara,
who's siren song calls to me,
her soul is as rich and sweet,
as the chocolate hills of her bosom,
terraces act as stairways to her heart,
where she bleeds of Red Jasper,
her eyes are lustrous and alluring,
glowing like star lanterns and fireflies,
the North Star and Southern Cross,
to my astronavigation of clinquant skies,
she is kissed by the Sun and caressed by the Moon,
forever cradled in an oceanic embrace,
esteemed by the Earth,
and as pure as the Sampaguita.
she is a pendant worn around the neck of our celestial body,
resting nearest to the heart,
its most precious gem,
Pearl of the Orient.
When I look across the yard and see
wooded hills and a cold running stream
It is hard to think about those kids
that think Mother Nature is a dream
I pity the child who’s forced to play
on cold cement and bare brick playground
Where weeds growing through the thick asphalt
is the only nature to be found
Their swimming hole a broken hydrant
some have never seen a blade of grass
They only glimpse the blue light of day
through boarded windows with cracking glass
The fruit they eat is a box of powder
their veggies have a metal pull tab
The trees they climb are empty stairways
their grass is just a hot concrete slab
At night the sounds of nature for them
are police sirens headed uptown
Their autumn leaves are just life’s refuse
lying scattered about on the ground
I should value this country life more
stop my whining and shouldn’t complain
how humidity ruins my hair
or the ground is so muddy from rain
Thank the creator for the blessings
that he saw fit to bestow on me
How I do sorrow for the children
that do not have it as good as me
CYBER LIFE
My stamen a purple flare of Light
lit from Galactic Sun
igniting me for an hour or a day
a week or month, who knows ?
Portholes open ever so slightly
Time truly an illusion
Between petals I zoom extracting
nectar for cloaking against
cyber pistols, unpeelings
invasions, unveilings, insertions
with fire eating flesh
A joke tastes of poison
Moon a metallic observer
Buttons, knobs, numbers, clicks
My babes in their Pleiadian pods
incubated quietly like geraniums
in the backyard
Radiants swirl down marbled stairways
No corridors or medbeds touched
trained so on a faraway planet
Sheets folded in symphony
without speck, sparkle or frequency
We were strapped
Plutonians commanded
destruction
Tails chopped or dissolved
pendulums swung
A silent silvery slippery kiss
below a peppered moustache
pats on backs for a job
well done
My stamen wilted into mauve
Galactic Sun still waits
for me, as I return
to civilian couch
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2022
My heart was young, my soul was new
Before, I spread my wings and flew
My heart was so soft and tender
Charmed by the flicker of her ember
Our days were glory, like heaven
We had some odds, but most were even
We rode the way to paradise
We laid the cards and flicked the dice
We climbed the stairways to the skies
We sang some love songs and lullabies
But then one day, she drifted away
She left a sore from my yesterday
I wish the day that she'll come back
To help me get back to my track
My world is empty in her absence
For her presence is my essence
turquoise, cobalt, azure doors, walls and stairways
Welcome to Chefchaouen
Blue pearl of Morocco
She has a rich history, varied cultures
visit her spice market and relish her colorful baskets
"Can you feel the sound of an abandoned house;
can you hear the whispering?"
Quote by_Constance La France
Closed doors longing for tender touch,
for long, they missed the warmth of human skin.
Dusty floors that crave for footsteps so much,
wondering where those feet have been.
Mirrors that have forgotten how they look,
their reflection, they could hardly remember.
Dusts on covers of every unwanted book.
Stairways that have forgotten their number.
Closed windows that long for fresh air.
Dirty linens in an almost empty room.
Chandeliers that crave for precious stare.
The yards even miss the touch of broom.
At night, you hear the sound of emptiness,
like sad souls caught in blind silence;
They were like hearts waiting in nothingness,
longing for the essence of their existence.
May 28, 2023
Writing Challenge C Quotes - Poetry Contest (1st place)
Sponsored by: Constance La France
there in plymouth, where the land kisses the ocean,
there is a sun, a sun that never sets, a sun called Cass.
a sun that shines on the free spirits of the Waterfronts,
in thousands of meetings between two worlds,
where the sea and the sun fall in love,
under the rain of stars that fall from the sky for people like us,
for the ships that with sailing wounds find rest in your rays,
there under the Smeaton Tower,
you are the light of hope
for the promised land,
for the stairways to heaven,
towards dreams and stars,
to touch the sun that never sets.
in the small port of Barbican,
you are the spirit of the night
after every drink,
after every dance,
after every smile of people,
Shine your rays,
the real treasury of the Treasury Bar,
the sleeping beauty of a city,
without sunrise and sunset,
under a sun that never sets
a sun named Cass.
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