It is your eyes
Deeply in love,
floating above,
no thought no sorrow,
words can not describe,
eternity borrowed,
this magic and vibe.
All colours at once,
no eye can see,
the hearts response,
timeless and free.
A call with no number,
will it be answered?
Reaching thereunder,
my thoughts,
they wander.
Who is it I am calling?
The moment we meet,
it feels like falling,
our souls they greet,
in a life before,
through time were lost,
love was sworn,
our paths they crossed.
A sign to remember,
it had to be pure,
it was her temper,
my eyes were the cure.
A secret word spoken,
she had to surrender,
the charm was broken,
now she remembered.
It is your eyes!
Only one gate is open,
no way to disguise,
the one I was hoping.
Categories:
thereunder, death, dedication, desire, fate,
Form: Rhyme
When shall end
Our foe the pollution?
Cabons cause flood or cease rain.
And bring gloom and pain.
When shall end
Sorrows from ethnic strife?
Some only lounge and loll under.
And seek shade and breeze
And sit thereunder.
When shall end
Those impediments ?
Belching smoke from chimneys
Choke innocent lives.
Some have taste only for destruction
Have no concern for protection.
They delight in chemical feast
And anywhere they dispose waste.
Is there no way for pollution to end
And tidy living?
Categories:
thereunder, life, pollution,
Form: Rhyme
Atlantis per Carolyn
Carolyn, So when the greatest of the mammoths drowned,
the waters rose over the old home town,
and Noah's Ark it wallowed forth,
a sea of mud Atlantic ocean brought,
Great Tuaoi stone went under,
Devils triangle, still works it's wonders,
perhaps for really naught?
the Alantean Gesunder...
should be sought,
thereunder,
ought.
Don Johnson
Brian Strand
Contest Name SEPTEMBER-YOUR CHOICE any theme/form max 14 lines
Categories:
thereunder, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
Have gone through the great lengths of
sacraments. Meeting Christ’s sunburnt skin
pinned on a cross roughly-hewn coupled with
Pre Hispanic syllabic script cushioned onto its north edge.
(his body a graffiti of throes tie-dyed in blood-flecked sweat thereon)
On the highway, bound northeast towards Dusk Boulevard,
have recounted Mary’s chained beads-slash-companions
rolled between fingertips roundabout her wrists. (her virginity seeps thereunder)
I have psalms and odes
to propel me
all-throughout the free-flowing
of mid-daydreams' split-endedness whose
crazed reveries sprout from
midnightlymares' common civility.
Christ. Mary. Psalms and odes.
Yet my faith abandons its strength.
(for good) I lay back now,
Let me rest.
Categories:
thereunder, angstme,
Form: Free verse
In a time when War bred pure malevolence and sheer cunning
In a time when women were just adornment of fruitful raison d etre
When pillaging and plunder ruled spaces humanity filled yonder
When nature's heart was adept to solitary bliss thereunder
When waterfalls thundered overhead in colossal wonder
In a time when deep dark days were few
And powerplay hurt just animals a few
In a time wherein women bare kith and kin
And talking seemed out of the question
That is the talk of times gone by
Which wandered by and fairly flew by
Categories:
thereunder, history, women, time, time,
Form: Couplet