Hello, everyone!
Promising Poets Parking Lot is excited to publish the first poetry journal of the week-July 1-July7, in celebrating the magical finish of Thursday Poets Rally week 24, with more than 74 poets participating and enjoying poetry writing and reading!
As promised, upon meeting requirements of Rally week 24 and signing up for agreement,
Now 74 beautiful poems are presented here…hope that you enjoy reading them. Feel free to invite your poetry friends to come to read and enjoy the fun…
Please be aware that ORDER does not matter here, the order of the list does NOT say anything about the quality of the poetry. All our poets are brilliant artists who have been excellent writers and poetry promotion leaders…
Let me know if I overlooked your work or you have found errors in the work being represented here.
Thursday Poets Rally Week 25 will take place during the week July 22-28, 2010,
A post about the detailed information of the Rally will be up on July 21, 2010 at
http://www.jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com…
Happy July 4TH!
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Poet: doru
Link: http://romantzaiubiriieterne.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Awesome
I am awesome!
Made by the hand of God,
An extraordinary masterpiece
Wonderfully created,
The jewel of all creation
Beautifully formed
With exquisite taste,
In the very image o God!
I am a complete person:
Spirit, soul, body and mind!
My flawless features
Springs from inside,
Where the perfect Architect
Built a citadel, an altar,
With a candle burning day and night
Kindled by the spirit of God!
I am awesome!
Able to love and do good,
To create and reproduce
Things from heaven!
Uniquely talented,
Generously gifted,
Happy and satisfied,
At peace with myself,
At peace with the universe,
I am a child o God!
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Poet: Depressed Poet
Link: http://depressedpoet.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Sticky Mess
It burst forth,
From my chest,
Peeling back the skin,
Suctionally popping free.
Its tiny legs,
Scrambling about.
This wet thing,
Crinkling and oozing,
From my unfortunate body.
It left a tiny trail,
Footsteps of heart’s blood,
Across my shirt,
As it escaped to the floor.
It chattered, clattered,
Shook its wings,
This cockroach thing,
And made as to fly,
To metamorphose,
Into some beauteous thing,
I gazed upon the wound,
As it oozed superfluous fluid,
Turned my eyes downward,
To the cause,
Pick up my boot,
And crushed love,
Where it lied,
A sticky mess,
Upon the floor.
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Poet: Mudwords
Link: http://mudwords.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Vine Eyes
There it is!
A twining leafy piece
of happy tenement.
Budding new growth,
baked by sun now battened
down in cool dark air;
a dozing reach of stem,
blooming closed flowers
frilly tips held in
tight gloss green,
the fierce sentry grip’s
bare brick’s disguise.
For me? no hopeful guardian
but masonry, no such slumbering
sweet smelling defense.
The ground needs working,
seeds bought and sown,
structure to grow around.
Chilly dark tumbles over:
I’ll wait it out, in hope
of sun and morning’s blossom.
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Poet: Stewsie
Link: http://stewsie.wordpress.com/2010/07/07/out-stretching-contempt/
Title of the poem: Out-stretching Contempt
I live life a steady step behind
Living in a self-made shadow of rhyme
Focused on things from another time
The life behind feels like a crime
The life ahead will surely unfold
With all of the legends ever told
We break creatures out of their mold
And torture those who think they’re bold
My feet do hurt because I walk
In danger zones engraved in chalk
Taller than giants in beanstalks
You chit-chat, I really talk
The feelings I hold deep down inside
Outweigh moments of swelled pride
No mate will dare to take a ride
I’m rolling through them like the tide
And I will never cease to be
Your children shall grow old with me
Take a seat upon my knee
Before I decide to make my flee
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Poet: Lauren at Poetry of The Soul
Link: http://laurenmichelleotheim.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Can I Help You?
All work and no play
sends the poetry away
five words a day
“Hididyoufindeverythingok?”
“Good!” (could equally be substituted for “OhI’msorryIcancallguestservicesandseeifwehaveit!”)
“Wouldyouliketokeepyourcoathangers?”
“Yourtotalis_______”
“Haveagoodday!”
Water
GASP
I NEED water
too many people with too little to say
makes you wonder about consumerism today
why do they shop if they don’t want to pay?
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Poet: Musings of the 1Instropector
Link: http://1ntrospector.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Tool
We live without voice
The illusion of choice
We are contented to languish
Clutched in this system’s tendrils
Our free will slipping between our fingers
Only servitude lingers, like a shroud descending
To cloud our minds
The power resides
Deep inside
To deride
To destroy
Our captors
And their arbitrary rules
Designed to keep us
From sipping the pool
Of knowledge
Is it blissful
To be a part
Of this machine
That ensnares our hearts
Our minds, our souls
Our dreams, our goals
Which shatter into
A million parts
Caught in the gears
Of this vast machine
Of slavery
Struggling to break free
Our voice is the key
If only we
Would rise from our haunches
Relent from our staunchness
And our preconceptions would melt
Into a sickly brown sludge
To hate, and to judge
Is futile
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Poet: Joanny Oregon
Link: http://thedowsersdaughter.blogspot.com/
Title of the poem: Let Dreams Take Flight
A soft summer breeze gently
lifts my bedroom curtain up
and I see the rising moon
sending moonbeams flowing
like a wave across my bedroom floor
and the breath of roses
comes along for the ride.
Bodies stirring in the soft moonlight
My thoughts are only on you my love
As you lay here beside me.
Your body pressed to mine.
Tomorrow we will be separated
as you go back to your world
and I go back to mine.
Lost to each other for tonight,
we let dreams take flight
As you whisper my name
our two hearts entwine,
you holding me holding you
with tender touches and soft kisses
our spirits soars to
that sweet edge of desire
me and my loving man.
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Poet: Megzone
Link: http://megzone.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Footboard Traveler:
People think I am a freak
Wondering what chaos I shall wreak
Seeing me they want to gag
Just because I am dressed in rag
Shamelessly begging for alms
Cupping my blistered palms
Destitute, I have no home
Throughout the day I roam
Western, central and harbor line
But when I board people whine
I sit there staring at passing sights
Sunset, sunrise and dim street lights
Mountains, bridges, concrete jungles
Pass by, as a prayer my lip burbles
Alone I look for a place to rest and sleep
Full with crowds and fests, slowly my feet creep
Full of suspicion, characteristic dereliction
Life has been nothing but a malediction
Tirade and anger seething in every heart
Almighty resides in the fancy trinket mart
Going gets tough but seldom do I look askance
Survival is my goal, paltry is my chance
Don’t know where I started
My life seems thwarted
Don’t know where this would end
Striving for a livelihood, I defend
No I am not a propitious reveler
Rather just a footboard traveler
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Poet: Pinklady (Bing)
Link: http://pinklady-bing.blogspot.com/
Title of the poem: Traveling Through Life
As I take a step
Towards the unknown future
I go forth bravely
…..
With you by my side
A reassuring presence…
Nothing scares me now
…..
Together we shall
Tread the path that awaits us-
A whole new journey
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Poet: Amanda
Link: http://buttercup600.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Thursday Poets Rally Week 24 Haiku
There was this little flower
I kept her in a case
A beautiful little flower
Soft color oh so fair
I took this little flower
Along life’s winding path
I hid her well for she was mine
But now she’s almost dust
I loved my little flower
She knew with all my heart
But as with every flower
She pined for daily glow
If I had known better
I may have let her grow
At the time it felt so right
As she was all aglow
My one and only flower
Has lost all of her power
If only I picked her up
My dying little Buttercup
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Poet:Heartspell
Link: http://heartspell.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Without Definition
The soul; spirit within us
Integral to the whole
But not physical part
Not like a heart; organ
Which can be held in hand
A separate entity, so how
Then to save it from evil
That which cannot be held
Only known; where is it
This soul, which cannot
Be seen with eyes, nor
Touched, though it may
Stir within us like
Emotion? Is it something
We’ve been taught or
Is it an illusion of hope
Connected to a belief
In a life after this?
What is it, this soul?
Is it just in a mind
Or of a conscience?
It is this: at the least
A thought or an idea
But it must be more
And at most, it is the
Pure essence of ourselves
Of our basic humanity
Who we are, and that
Which we give, to everything
That we are to become
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Poet: D. S. Lear
Link: http://soundoffreedom.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Higher Ground
Valleys fended
Shadows extended
Darkness contended
Word defended
Breath depended
Hearts blended
Light splendid
Chaos ended
Truth comprehended
Knees bended
Faults mended
Angels attended
Victor commended
Love descended
Time suspended
Hope apprehended
Life transcended
Mountain ascended
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Poet: Lizbeth
Link: http://lizbethsgarden.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: She Waited
All through the night
Wearing the orange skirt he loved
She waited for him
She held herself still
Facing the door
All through the night
Knife in hand
Full of hatred
Wearing the orange skirt he loved
Ready to avenge
Ready to kill
She waited for him
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Poet: A Poem A Day
Link: http://adkwriter15.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Talent
I wish I had the talent
To paint pictures
That look like photographs
Or move my body like the wind
And dance with fluid grace
I wish I had the ability
To climb the highest mountains
And celebrate from their peaks
Or win a million awards
For something that comes easily
I don’t
But I have the talent
To paint pictures
With vibrant words
And move my pen like the wind
To write down my dreams
I have the ability
To climb the highest mountains
With my characters
And win a million awards
For them too
All I need to do
Is never give up hope
And remind myself each day
That for each thing I can’t do
There’s something that I can
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Poet: Emmanuel Ibok
Link: http://lordemmanuel.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: A Little Too Much?
Was he being too optimistic
when he said “see you tomorrow”?
This thought flashes through my mind
as I watch his body
buried six feet below.
Were they being too confident
when they boasted and said
“we’ll win the match”?
I wonder as I watch them
bury their loser heads in shame.
Was she being too predictive
when she said “You’ll never get another me”?
I ask myself as I watch her
drown in the presence of his absence
as his lovable soul finds another soul-mate.
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Poet: Suzi
Link: http://suzicate.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Unity
As I feel your breath
Seep into my skin,
I feel the depth of you
Settle into my bones
Where your thoughts end
And my thoughts begin
I do not know
For your soul and mine
Have clasped hands, melded
And beat from a solitary heart
I am grateful
I have not merely existed
With you, I have lived
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Poet: kseverny
Link: http://artswebshow.com/
Title of the poem: Haiku Poetry
Question morality.
Often done sporadically.
Double standards rife.
.
Impeccable timing.
Never early, never late.
Why is that so great?
.
Passionate living.
Sloppy kisses i’m giving.
Get off me you lout!
.
Always on the run.
Grab a snack, throw in the bag.
Move on growling tum.
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Poet: fiveloaf
Link: http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Thump Thump Thump
I graze at the surface of
Your warm melting heart
and it went thump thump thump!
to the middle of my cart
and so I haste to the middle
of my warm melting cart
to hear it thump thump thump!
as it beats loudly in my heart..
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Poet: Noha
Link: http://nohaemile.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: The Gypsy
When you see her bare feet
Treading on the embers and flames
Rebelling to her need of being forlorn
When you witness her spread arms
Seems to embrace all the wonders of the universe
When you witness her gently learning
The sturdier secrets of passion and love
When you find her not willing to join your dance
Yet she dances to the craze of her music
On her own… By herself
Allowing the wind to caress her robe
And the chaotic locks of her long curly hair
Glisten in the mist, stroking her face
When you glimpse her wide sparkling eyes
Full of secrets, only she speaks
And the secret reasons of her sadness
Boiling up inside her soul
Tormenting her swaying body
When you spot her strong thighs
Moving in an untamed harmony
Her wild dance is careless
Her wild fateful passion is restless
Surrendering to no laws
Following the crescent moon
And the whirling dances of fire
Then you’ll know
You’ve finally met her
the gypsy inside of me.
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Poet: Poet Traveller
Link: http://poettraveler.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: dominica, I shall not weep
dominica,
I shall not weep
leaving you,
in your huddled sleep.
I shall not miss
an impoverished shore
of hearts and minds
forever poor.
you are swollen
with tears, disguised
as sullen humid rain.
poverty weeps over you,
heedless of its stain.
on the waterfront
drivers tout rides
in a scrabble for dollars.
each catches the eyes
of the tourist and hollers.
dominica,
I guess you do not ask for
much, except an
opportunity, a right,
to make a decent living,
and if I did not see
your deeper heart
I hope I am forgiven.
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Poet: Mandy
Link: http://everypeace.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: I Can’t
When I’m with you, I am illiterate.
Perhaps I am not entirely fluent
in the language you are written in.
You’re impossible to read
even after a seemingly infinite amount of tries.
I crave understanding
and your warm being.
I want to know what your green eyes are saying
as you give me that little look of yours.
It seems to be the kindest affection
but I can only look back with my guesses.
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Poet: Celebrating A Year
Link: http://mairmusic.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: I Feel Like There’s A Smile
I want to feel like there’s a smile
in my shirt pocket happiness
in the five day forecast no guess
work about it when I speed dial
hope I want it to answer trial
and error won’t do any more
this time when I walk out my door
I want the full optimistic
package with me so I can pick
living happily evermore
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Poet: Recycled Heart
Link: http://inellezshayra.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: In The Garden
Walking under the sun
With you and the butterflies,
I never thought everything will be gone
And we will end with sad goodbyes.
Our moments did not last
With infinite good times at all
But friendship and love is must to us
And it will never fall.
In the garden we stay
With good times of forever
And that we will never be away,
From each other’s heart ever.
‘Cause we’re technically sisters
That God have mistaken.
And that, our friendship will always glitter,
Like thousand shards of glass that’ll never again be broken.
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Poet: sk
Link: http://waiseekweng.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Move on
Just standing there ain’t doing nothing?
watching you blaming
stop fighting
I know I’m your pry
don’t give me another try
I won’t give you a cry nor a why
I hated it the way you’re so high
you think I’m witless, oh my!
Just because of the incident
you change the way of treating me
To you is not an accident
or just a plot to stole that little bee!
In your mind I have committed a crime
with M-16 accessing the trust company
Shoot me and just let it be
Stop aiming me for falsity
I wont give any for felony
Time will prove it while you’re in your fantasy!
It hurts within me
It chokes within me
And now it bleeds rapidly
But I ain’t care bout your stupidity
and moving on without any sympathy
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Poet: Rhythms of My Soul
Link: http://rhythmofmysoul.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Found Again
Sometimes I get lost in life’s disorder
I can’t find myself even if I looked harder
Everything around me feels so unfamiliar
I look inside me and find a stranger
I want a way back to myself so badly
But there is only vacant space all around me
I shed a tear muffled in the rain
I spread a fake smile hiding my pain
And there you come showing me the way
You take my hands dispelling my fears away
You see right through my smile; you heal my pain
You wipe away my tears well concealed in rain
I look into your eyes staring at me so fondly
The stranger’s gone baby; I’ve found me
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Poet: The poetry Wangon
Link: http://thepoetrywagon.blogspot.com/
Title of the poem: Still, I Dream
Seeping through white texture
myriad of sentiments blue,
hint of solitude smudged,
across canvas of grey hue.
Reaping smile from yester’s lips
doodling with unfermented wish
stacked beneath a pile of
unwarranted gibberish.
But, hope crowns each rising horizon
and, still, I dream.
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Poet: Robert Cupcake Poetry
Link: http://robotcupcake.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Ape Caves
“Sing in me Muse…” ~Homer
Make me a conduit
Like the Ape Caves,
St. Helens, Oregon
Through which rich, bright
Lava flowed like blood in veins
Of rock, cooling
Now passages
Through which campers walk
Like ants in lines unending
Palming rock in wonder.
Flow in me lava of poetry
Burn
Like a mad birth to split
Me open, a tear through which
Art breaths first breath of life.
Let others walk inside and see
The conduit.
I am void, I am vessel
On this wine dark sea;
Sing in me.
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Poet: The Unexplored life
Link: http://lazylinerazmattazz.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Adumbration
Radiance lost
with the wind of darkness
that whips the eaves
and the scarves
of the walkers as they
stalk and skulk their way through
the edge of evening
beyond the cusp
of night
and into the fray.
Gauche and washed,
The faces blend into charcoal and smudge,
eerily life like, they brush
the curbs with long coats
and faces
as glow permeates the clothes
and the streets come alive
with ghosts of themselves.
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Poet: Adam
Link: http://dustus.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Metaphor Falls
Life will be better
Accepting it all
Splash screen dreams
Metaphor falls
What may exist?
Blindfolding hints
Dying to live. Well,
That wasn’t it…
Cannot think after
Brief disbelief
I swear my conceit
Delay all perceived…
Godspeed to taking leave
Clear blue sky in which
Pillow clouds lie
Water curtains fly
Mist veiling light
90 degrees, aimless and peeved
Hard to rest these pacing feet
Faith wore pride in cut-off sleeves
Journey being felt indeed
Can never say goodbye in time
Frozen sprays of moisture shine
Soothing like the moment sigh
Glimmer boring tears from eyes
Positive drawing, blood felt wine
Exuberant wishing
Missing
Fine
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Poet: Shoelessboywonder
Link: http://shoelessboywonder.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: About Me
I am Shoeless Boy Wonder,
Forever stuck to ponder,
What is real, the deal
These emotions I feel
I am the boy with bare feet
Ignoring every honest deceit
Yawning at lies, fractured tries
How the world always denies
My name for short is Shoeless
But others call me far less
The shoe, Shoey
The guy that is screwy
You can call me Shoe
For those of you who are new
Read away, Fill free to stay
I hope to help you on your way
Shoeless is simply who I am
And I don’t give a damn
If you don’t like it, think its shit
Or think I am totally illiterate
Shoeless the man of rhyme
Who lives a life without free time
I walk the path, To show my craft
Unable to be misdirected by wrath
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Poet: Joycie
Link: http://joycefied.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Parting Is Really Such Sweet Sorrow
You’ve heard about two peas in a pod,
That’s the way it is with Q and Rod.
Two boys who are friends
That will never end
Although one lives his life abroad.
.
Star Wars, Indiana Jones and Wii
On these things they will always agree
Although neither have a brother
They have each other
And would never turn down a trip to KFC!
It’s the last day to get their groove on
Cuz it’s time for Q to move on
No way to stay
He’s going away
Rod will miss him so much when he’s gone.
.
To keep this friendship intact
The boys will make each other a pact
Before Q leaves tonight.
They will just have to write
And never fall out of contact.
.
*****
Poet: Pages from a Dairy
Link: http://anummunaf.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: it’s all my mistake…
its all my mistake,
he never loved me ….
n i thought that he loves me more than anything !!!!!!!
its all my mistake,
he smiled for a flower…..
n i thought he is smiling for me !!!!!!!!!!!11
its all my mistake,
he use to say yes on everything…..
n i thought that he loves me!!!!!!!!!!
its all my mistake,
he had always given importance to this world ……
n i thought he gives his every second to me!!!!!!!!!!!
its all my mistake,
he told me there is some one else in my life…….
n i thought that even my life is only for him!!!!!!!!!!!!!
its all my fault………
*****
Poet: Dream with me
Link: http://adreamersblog.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Elemental
If your curled raven hair
weren’t the color of night,
that charcoal night of
dusky vines
and earth swallowing earth,
or those black orbs
of your soul weren’t
shining luminaries,
super nova,
celestial bodies of twilight
flying across my sky,
if your tender smile
weren’t a secret sleuth,
a witchcraft,
hijacker of my esoteric dreams,
or your whispers not
an incandescent rain
nourishing the greens of my
inner being with liquid torrents,
even if you, my milky way,
were just a man,
transparent and
simplified,
I then could not taste you in breath,
the heated air, the wind that
blows me into a vapor point,
yes, my sun-drawn love,
when you hold me I become everything
that is of this life…
the universe and terra firma,
cloudburst and zephyr,
everything has become,
and is,
because you are.
*****
Poet: Jessica
Link: http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: The Dark Child
The dark child plays alone,
Eyes inwardly seeing,
Nightmares outwardly bound,
In an empty circle spinning play,
Weaving sinister wondrous tales.
Laced fingers delve and preen,
Coated lipstick pout and dare,
Silk layered dress purple floats,
Shadowy boots grind and dustily dance.
Stare so unforgiving,
Look devoid of care,
Pride undulating in lonely corner bare,
A thousand years of sadness to release.
Stay clear, insane ones,
This little angel states,
Death is her everlasting friend,
Your fearful enemy.
Go play with false laughter entwined with empty hopes,
She lives the truth,
A cavern of dark desires.
*****
Poet: Musing By Moonlight
Link: http://musingbymoonlight.com/
Title of the poem: Love Grown Wild
Eternity flowed deftly through the last three years
enfolding in her stream six with whom we
contemplated Knowledge and Mortality
Looking back, we ponder amazed at love among friends,
which blossoms fragrant, as gentle
as a dewy rose among thorns and thistles
We thrash and crawl and climb
and puzzle over the sea and fire that stalks us
Our hearts, cupped in one another’s hands
like castanets, beat in unison
Our measured moments grave lines in phantom fears,
which seem real and float like cumulus above us
In words of jade we speak elegies and encomiums
Our smiles mask our sorrows and yearning
Our laughter is love grown wild
We see each other in a thousand shapes and dreams
and nameless names
Our sighs ride the ebb tides of Eternity
Another moment:
and “even the sun shall die”
but our lotus song will echo on …
We have lived. We have loved.
*****
Poet: Tracy Harris
Link: http://tracyhsays.com/
Title of the poem: “Git’n Spring”
Buds ‘er on the branches an’ the Robins ‘er on the ground
Mockin’ Bird’s a mockin’ an’ putt’n on ev’ry sound
Cardinal’s flash’n red, sky’s a turn’n blue
Grass is grow’n green an’ shoot’n up anew
Dirt is git’n turned an’ seed is go’n down
Ol’ Man Winter’s freez’n is git’n turned aroun
Calfs ‘er prance’n in the pasture, a bagg’n momma to come an’ play
Barn’s all clean an’ empty wait’n on the season’s hay
The chickens ‘er a cluck’n an’ the rooster’s look’n proud
Wild flowers ‘er bloom’n in the fields what ain’t been plowed
Creek’s a run’n full an’ dance’n in the sun
Ol’ bull’s a kick’n up, even tho’ he weighs a ton
Ducks ‘er quack’n, geese ‘er honk’n, an’ the Blue Bird’s on the wing
The world’s a wakin’ up cause it’s a git’n Spring!
*
The farmer’s up at daybreak a lay’n out his rows
Scour’n the plows and sharpening’ the hoes
He’s mend’s on the harness and oil’n up the reins
Shine’n out the traces and smooth’n down the hames
Shoe’n all the Belgians an git’em in ther rigs.
Milk’n the cows and slopp’n all them pigs
Gather’n up some eggs but leave’n some fer chicks
Maters are need’n set’n so he’s whittlin down some sticks
Nanny’s done borned a lamb, it’s a bleat’n in the stall
Black as jet at midnight and cain’t stand up at all
Bite’n at ther bits and start’n at the plow
Horses er all atwitter and wont’n to go right now
The ground’s a give’n life when the plow lines start to sing
The airth’s a bust’n forth cause it’s a git’n Spring!
*****
Poet: Ediomo Udofia
Link: http://ediomoudofia.blogspot.com/
Title of the poem: I Promise
I Promise to love you till the end of time;
I’ll hold your hands even if the earth erupts;
We’ll share a soul, a thought, a heart and a pulse.
I promise to give you my breathe when yours is failing;
I’ll give you my parachute, it’s okay if I crash without one;
I’ll give you a shoulder to cry on for as long as you wish.
I promise to walk by your side even when it’s dark and scary;
I’ll be there for you, to be a friend you can always count on;
I’ll exchange my smooth skin for your bruises.
I promise to love you more than I can ever say;
I’ll never hurt you, even if that hurts the entire world;
And I promise to keep my promises till my eyelids close in death.
*****
Poet: Soul Intention
Link: http://signedbkm.blogspot.com/
Title of the poem: Sanctuary
Blades of grass and passive leaves
That lie beneath the stones
Rest on a breathe of mossy air
That now becomes my own
Place to find a quiet space
Of deeper ecstasy
The lines that mark the forest heart
Reveal a map to sanctuary
A well of life to feed the soul
Of those who bathe within its water
I cleanse the footprints I have left
Not stepping one stone further
Lying nearer the dwelling place
Of ones who came before
I take the vow of not looking back
And close behind me sanctuary’s door
*****
Poet: Jingle
Link: http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Then, The Cricket Chirred
The sound of music rings in my ears,
Visualizing dancing tigers, lions, and reindeers,
I am moved to tears.
Deep in the woods, something stirred,
I thought it was a woodpecker that I heard,
Then, a cricket chirred.
I hiked on the mountain as the morning sun rose,
A gardener smiled at me while holding a hose,
My heart raced as I continued the path I chose.
The lake grins repeatedly under the morning breeze,
Lost in the beauty, I stand and freeze,
Forgetting how to sing my praise…
*****
Poet: Alan
Link: http://ncbeachcomber.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Precious star
Once upon a time a Star fell from the sky
A Star whose light did briefly shine
Obscured from sight, but for the few
Whose lives were blessed by one small glimpse
Of such a precious Star
That quickly passed us by
So much was changed but how much more
Had you our fallen Star, shined for all instead.
6 grains of sand in the hour-glass of time, Oh God! So few!
Eternity, speculations, memories, so much more
But none of them free from the agony, and wonder
Of how it all should have been
You O Star so simple and polite,
Free from the cares and concerns of so many
Happy to shine with love in spite of the pain
Free to fly on the wings of the wind
How then you who make us so happy
Why are we so sad now instead?
The grief of life is the loss of one so short,
Yet in loss you have become larger than life
Your light shined so brightly, your flame flared up
and we all were amazed,….Then poof!! You disappeared.
Now I can only dream of the man you will become,
and wait until our time together in eternity. ilu asa
*****
Poet: Diamonds and Dogs
Link: http://randomthoughtsandmusings.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: The One Who Never Was
He was
my friend
never my lover
Though desire
hovered only
millimeters deep
So many nights
I lost sleep
for want
of him
Convinced his passions
mirrored mine
I waited, hoped, dreamed
for the time
His heart would be laid bare
for him to do
what I didn’t dare
Alas, desire unspoken
is a chain soon broken
my dreams soon were dashed
decades have now passed
It’s funny what my mind does
with thoughts of the one who never was
Memory once so bright
fades in age’s twilight
his visage, once dear
is now
a wisp on the winds of time
*****
Poet: Gally (Christine Lines)
Link: http://lestismitethee.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Quicksand
And I’m sinking again
because if you were glue
I’d be the stupid little
shattered pieces
on the ground
panicking
that I can’t
put myself back
together again
because you’re not here,
And I’m sinking again
because it took me
so long
to realize that
I’m not the strong one
and what little
strength I have
can’t sustain me
because you’re not here,
And I’m sinking again
because of all the times
I took you for granted
when I felt safe
in your warm embrace
thinking of you
always being here
not knowing
life would tear us
apart
and leave only
the blood-stopping cold
vast empty void
of where your arms
used to be
because you’re not here,
And I’m sinking again
because I’ve lied
to myself
to you
thinking I could be
perfectly fine
all alone
but the truth is
I fear being forgotten
I fear being abandoned
I fear being unneeded
and now I know
the torment of these demons
in this evil lonely vacuum
and this eternity of solitude
I face all alone
because you’re not here,
And I’m sinking again…
*****
Poet: Amit Khanna
Link: http://xcept.blogspot.com/
Title of the poem: did I?
Filtering rays from the clouds above,
And a warmth for my eyes as pure love,
I hook onto the moment and smile as I say,
A tickle in my heart and the joyous sway……
An evening of solitude and an eternal bliss,
It was a lakeside and the sensuous kiss…
Fingers mingled and were driving the tide,
I knew its heaven and it just isn’t a ride….
A chirp had never been so melodious,
Feathered one never to me seemed callous,
It was all rhythm and softness for my heart all through,
Owned a trickling joy and a unknown ache all though,
I wished it lingers for a dateless time through my life,
Then I thought have I done enough to have it? Did I?
*****
Poet: Kavita
Link: http://kavisionz.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: The Choice Has Been Made
On that day, I thought
I really want to rest
But the race was still on
I had to do my best
Yesterday, I thought
It’s time to claim rewards
But I took to the flu
And repose was on the cards
Today, I thought
Beautiful day for bait
But a phonecall broke the spell
The award couldn’t wait
Tomorrow, I will think
My TV needs my eye
But the river won’t stand still
And the trout’ll swim right by
So now, I sit and think
Is the time ever right?
Cuz I can make my plans
But Fate puts me in blight!
*****
Poet: Tim Keeton
Link: http://timkeeton.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: In The Summertime –A Flash Sonnet
In the summertime, when birds are singing,
Comes my lady fair, to bathe in the stream,
Diaphanous gown, to her form clinging,
Gods! what a beauty; lo, is this a dream?
Perfect in form and gracious in movement,
There’s none to her I can ever compare,
Cheeks blushéd rosy, eyes of blue, brilliant,
When she is in sight, my lungs have no air.
My thoughts go a flutter as she walks by,
Wouldst I could have her O, God up above,
To voice my affections, I needs must try,
Waxing poetic, I pour forth my love.
She sees me not, nor gives ear to my plea,
What shall I do now? O, misery me.
*****
Poet: Chocolate High
Link: http://ishabellemanalo.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Ice Drops and Candy Pops
Burning heat, scorching sun
Taking out all of the fun
Of a beautiful summer day
As lazy hours pass away.
Sweat, clothes, to the skin, they stick
Shy away from the camera’s click.
My face, covered in oil and dust,
But endure the summer heat, I must.
Yet from afar I could clearly see
Colors that brighten up the day for me
Pink, Orange, Yellow and Blue
And many different flavors too.
Taste, so delicious and delightful
I could eat it in one mouthful
So cold, my mouth and tongue it stings
But oh, the soothing coolness it brings.
Now I eat pink, later, yellow
In my mouth, it melts so
I could eat this everyday
Until the summer heat blows away.
*****
Poet: Broken Sally
Link: http://brokensally.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Coffee Cup
As I sit. And sip my coffee
Over forty years gone by
I wonder how I ended up
With the most amazing guy
He sits there looking dashingly
Each line better then the next
Wondering. When our loving journey
Will finally come to rest
I wonder who will be the one
That’s forced to say goodbye
The thought of it concerns my soul
Just as I start to cry
Knowing what I’m thinking
As he’s done so many times before
He reassures we’ll be together
Haunting ever more
*****
Poet: Pravin Nair
Link: http://www.versepoems.com/
Title of the poem: The bubble Who Promised Too Much
I was watching a child blow out rainbow mirrors of soap bubbles
Breaking up one by one, like lovers after their many squabbles!
Among them was one, however, transcendent, not vanishing into thin air,
It seemed to counter its fate with a defiance quite rare
It rose to the occasion, playful and full of joy
It filled me with pleasure to see a bubble so at buoy!
But alas! It was hoping too much too soon, struck by life’s cruel brevity
Going down as just another contender; stopped short in its flight of levity
The bubble burst, and with it, ended its stint as an evanescent dream
The hope I was latching onto, was never there, it now did seem
Once soaring high, now wings clipped, like a bud nipped
I stood there, once again losing my trust, in promises broken and not kept !
*****
Poet: C It My Way
Link: http://shaguftaabbas.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: “Tears”
You make me shatter in a second.
No matter how hard i try to please you, it ALWAYS ends up in a mess.
I am not like this, Api. It’s just that .. things go wrong everytime.
You make me lose all my optimism and turn me into a cry baby.
I guess tonight I’ll sleep with a wet pillow.
thank you my bloggy, atleast you dont disappoint me. I love you.
*****
Poet: The Poetry of Mike
Link: http://malexzander.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Disguised
When first we met
I loved you dear
You loved me back
Told me not to fear
When second we met
You apologized
Said one more shot
That you’d grown wise
When third we met
You said with cheer
Again fate’s worked
And brought me here
When forth we met
I stopped your lies
For I saw not love
But lust disguise
*****
Poet: Marya
Link: http://maryayankopulos.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Look at Me
What do you see, when you look at me?
something you want, deep down you know.
If only I could make you see,
This love for you will never go.
If only I could make you smile,
maybe not for long.
For just a little while,
then you’ll realize how I feel is not wrong.
If only you look beyond the outside,
It’s what is in me that wants to show you how.
That I will love you,
If you you stay with me right now.
But if fate does not go my way,
and you choose not to love me.
I will have to wait for another day.
For then the real me you will see.
Poet: Doni Cifra
Link: http://divisoria.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Swing
I rode a swing
I haven’t been
On such a thing
Since I was little
When sadness
Was brittle
That a short gush
Turned sorrow to mush
As the little seat
Shoved a gush
Of wind upon my face
And set me reeling
Back in place.
Back and forth
On a swing
That’s always moving
But never getting
Anywhere.
It will do tonight
To cause a stir
And somehow blur
The rapid whir
Of my racing mind.
When thoughts of you
Came back too,
I rode a swing
To forget you.
I lean back
So the stars are shooting
And catch myself wishing
On each one
That when I get off
With one big hop
You won’t be far behind.
*****
Poet: Kelley
Link: http://kelleygrrl.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: False Reality
I was thinking today about
How people are always pretending
Women pretend to be confident
In their designer stilettos and pencil skirts
Men pretend to be powerful
In their tailored suits and silk ties
Lovers pretend to be happy
With their hand-holding and air kisses
Politicians pretend to be altruistic
With their scheming and back-room deals
Friends pretend to be loyal
While sharing secrets in dark places
Mothers pretend to be content
Watching their dreams dissipate in dish water
Employees pretend to be important
While watching their careers fizzle away
Bosses pretend to be genius
While their minions create the miracles
How sad is the state of men
Whose pretentious lives are all so real
*****
Poet: Trisha
Link: http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: I Saw Her
I saw her sitting
Alone in the park bench
Under the twin trees
One red the other golden
With falling leaves.
Her pretty face was beaming
Her eyes were lost in dream
Who was she thinking about
I longed to take a dive
In the pool of those dark eyes.
*****
Poet: Chiltona
Link: http://chiltona10.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: The Doe Haiku
The doe in labor
Gives birth and is forced to run
With her new baby
*****
Poet: dragonfliesandgoosebumps
Link: http://dragonfliesandgoosebumps.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: I don’t know your face
I don’t know your face.
But my whole existence knows you’re there… waiting.
And my heart dances with joy
because you know it well.
You don’t know my face.
But the intensity of my ways scares you not.
It moves you from within.
I’m a free spirit… Or so they say.
And you delight yourself in “allowing” so.
What nobody (nobody!) knows is
that you master the art of tightening the leash,
every now and then…
just a little bit…
never too much…
never for too long…
I don’t know your face.
But my lips know exactly what to say to make you smile
time and time again.
And my body dances with yours in perfect harmony
to the beatings of your heart… each night;
and to the rhythm of my soul… every morning.
I don’t know your face.
But my child looks exactly like yours.
And my life is full of sunshine
whenever you’re around.
I don’t know your face
and you don’t know mine.
But our souls?…
They hold the truth of our lives.
The day will come when we shall meet… (again?)
and recognize the look
to the keys of our hearts.
Mel
*****
Poet: Hoiden
Link: http://hoiden.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Journal Entry 101
I reach out to see the time
Mumbling about time still left
I roll over and
Pull the blanket over my head…
The alarm rings again
I blearily gaze at the time
Oh yes, I overslept
And had to scramble
thro’ the brushing and shower…
Eggs and toast invade my hand
As I scratch my pen on the surface
The whistle blows my thoughts away
Just as the steam rising up…
Hassling around to get ready,
My unfinished poem on the table
I promise to complete today
As I board the bus…
I reach the hall with minutes to spare
And sit down with a calm
That bellied the turmoil of moments ago…
I’m back home to wreck my PC
And complete my design
I fall asleep in my chair
The poem still lying undone…
*****
Poet: My Unique World of Poetry
Link: http://harshikaram.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Felt Like Decades
When you called and broke the news to me,
That your travelling far away.
My heart shattered to a million pieces,
For it was 10 long days away.
It felt like decades since i spoke to you
And saw your lovely face.
Since i held your hands and saw your smile
It felt like those decades far away.
When it was time to go, you kept the phone
Tears streamed down my eyes.
It felt like it was some decades since,
The last time i cried.
Though i didn’t want to ,
I let you go and kept waiting for you call.
It felt like decades passed
And finally you did call.
As you greeted me with a sweet “hello”
I couldn’t find my voice.
I went into a trance and all i wanted
Was just to hear your voice.
The days went by so slowly that
I was at my wit’s end.
It felt like decades before the day came
For you to come back my friend.
Again tears streamed down my eyes
When u called and said ” reached home!”
I just wanted to come running to you
And be with you all alone.
My heart skipped a thousand beats
And it felt like a decade had gone by
But finally that day did come
And now your only mine!
*****
Poet: Tasha
Link: http://thethousandmilejourney.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Standing In The Rain
The stars have disappeared tonight
Behind the clouds of grey.
The world is silent but for the rain.
The wind, it moves, carrying dreams
But there is one soul awake
Standing in the rain.
No dreams tonight for this one,
Only wishing to be washed
In the rains of grace from above.
As the world sleeps on,
Unaware of the event taking place,
A soul finding forgiveness
In the cool summer rain.
The Divine ever present.
The Spirit ever moving.
Grace found in such a simple act as
Standing in the rain.
*****
Poet:Cerridwyn
Link: http://cerridwyntiponi.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: The Dreamer
Rose-colored glasses
Never sees the world’s decay
The dreamer lives on
*****
Poet: Jessica
Link: http://welcometotheborderline.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: 3am
Why does birthday cake
have its own built-in burglary alarm?
I ask myself
as I grapple with the noisy plastic
telling myself I need junk-food
for my 3AM hunger pangs
while pizza sits quietly nearby
judging me with its olive eyes
*****
Poet: Ziibi
Link: http://adventuresinpoesy.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: The Full Moon Rises To The East
She dances under the Birch
To the music of her soul
Bare feet against wet Earth
Freer then she has ever known
She dances a healing dance
To cleanse the invisible wounds
Buried through generations
Deep within the soul
She dances for all women
Young, weak, strong and old
Women across waters and land
Throughout all of time
She dances secret knowledge
Beats of movement and song
Mothers have taught to Daughters
Since the days of Avalon
She dances under the full Moon
Encircled by the magic
As they have for Centuries
And will forever more
*****
Poet: Imagiona
Link: http://imagina1.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: To The Sea, Alfonsi
She enters the leaping surfs
With calm resolve.
The waters welcoming her,
Like a sad mother’s embrace.
Her toes, her legs her thighs
Then she paused,
She can vividly visualize
The crystal house that awaits her
Down at the bottom of the sea.
She knew with clarity of mind that she has to go on.
Soon the waters are caressing her breasts
Breasts laden with pain and sickness she wants to forget
Then she looks up to the horizon,
One last look at the thin line that separates the sky with the waters.
This is the time.
The waters pull her, beckoning her: come home, to the sea,
Where life begins, and where every life
Shall be reborn.
Underwater, every thing ceased to be.
A calm and gratifying emptiness engulfed her.
Images of her life flashes by:
The round face of her loving mother, smiling down at her
The smell of her body, like spices and jasmine
The sting of yellow sun on her cheeks
The cool breeze on her porch where she had her first kiss
The moment she gave birth to her son
An illegitimate heir, forgotten.
The bitter pain of heartaches…
And then darkness…
But she could vividly see now
The crystal house, a transparent welcome,
A homecoming.
*****
Poet: Benjity
Link: http://benjity.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: A Modern Day Esther
I am Esther. The King has called me to His throne room.
It is my turn. Am I acceptable?
Choose something. Carry something. Hide behind something.
Present yourself, your best self.
Chosen? Me? Called? Favored? Chosen?
Grace, take my hand. Mercy, my other.
Escort me to His presence.
I close my eyes, feel my skirts at my feet.
The melody of the throne room greets my ears.
They tug. Grace and Mercy, urge me forward.
We stop and my knees tuck beneath me.
No scepter comes. He has rejected me.
I have failed. I am doomed.
Grace, Mercy, liars all.
My face burns with shame.
But a cool hand touches my chin.
With no effort lifts me to my feet,
Opens my eyes.
The King stands.
He has stood to welcome me!
The scepter aside for another day.
I am welcomed. I am accepted, called. I am chosen.
*****
Poet: Fatesjoke and Other Things
Link: http://fatesjoke.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Gladiators
They sit
on the step
outside their front door.
Holding hands
as they each take drags
from cigarettes.
They watch the dog
play with the cat.
Cheering the gladiators
in the arena, they drink
their cocktails and smoke.
The work of the day washes
away from them
as they simply
be.
They sit and enjoy
the
battle of beasts
and smile at
their own cleverness.
Their world is at peace,
they are happy with life
and they enjoy the hand
holding hand
as their love
holds the others
love.
*****
Poet: The Lost Poet
Link: http://mkpoet.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: The Mirror
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Who is that person looking back at me?
I see many failures, I see many flaws
I see my actions like wounds wrapped in gauze
But I see my achievements in the mirror too
The heights I’ve climbed, to the values I’ve held true
and I look at a person much different than when
I last looked in the mirror, so I look again
and what do I see looking back from glass?
I see a leader, ready for any task.
*****
Poet: Amaya
Link: http://amayaslove.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Three Candles Flickers
Terrified
to shut my eyes
I clutch the white
in any way I can
apparitions
float around my head
taunting and turning
‘sleep love,
sleep’
I shiver
eyelids flutter
leaning against my soul
for comfort
wrapped in warmth
coldness seeps in my mind
‘let go, princess’
*****
Poet: Becoming
Link: http://libravirgo923.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Love? A Poem For Rainman
As I stand upon the precipice of my life
looking back at all of those people I longed to love
looking back at all of those people who claimed they loved me
I realize
Love is a Lie
Forever ended abruptly
Leaving me shaken and quite alone
Forever
True retains the bitter
Flavor of a Lie
Truly
Now
As I stand upon the precipice of my life
I have matured, grown and understand
Love is Forever
Like Death.
*****
Poet: Things I’ll Never Say
Link: http://hopepoh.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: unfinished
you wont be able to taste these lips of mine
your fingers wont ever touch me
this distance separates us apart
and we’re too close to do something about that
today’s the day
like any other day
tomorrow’s another day
so what do you say?
nay?
hey?
yeah you
what do you wanna do?
*****
Poet: Whisper, Speak, Shout
Link: http://arcanewhisper.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Nameless
Too late to apologize.
You can’t take this back.
After all the pain, the hurt, the lies,
It’s trust in you that I lack.
In my heart, I feel that hurt, that ache.
I’ve felt it once before.
I’ve felt it before, for another friend’s sake
When we become friends no more.
I didn’t want it to happen this way,
Trying to create space slowly.
You didn’t like that, not even for one day,
And then you started treating me lowly.
Immaturity plagues your actions,
I can’t help but point it out.
And judging by all your reactions,
You really don’t understand, or care, what I was angry about.
People are always asking, why?
I cringe when they are persistent.
Can’t they understand that I could handle only so much of this lie?
Still, that we could “fix things” they are insistent.
You say I was mean, I made you cry, but do I care?
It’s about time you get a taste of how you make others feel.
What’s funny is, people aren’t aware…
You started the bashing and cruel words, so please, let’s just get real.
I will never say I’m sorry to you.
I’ve done it too many times before.
Maybe if you took responsibility, admitted to what is true,
You wouldn’t have to cry anymore.
*****
Poet: Ruhig at Simple Muses
Link: http://ruhig.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Perfect Soul
The rivulets run
Suspiring melodies along mossy banks
Ebbing, swirling ’bout eroded surfaces
Marring the passage of a moment
As the sprinkling spray echos
The world as she whispers,
“What a shame befalls this day
The sundering of two souls
Setting off, always together
Yet utterly alone
Always reaching, yearning
For the world kindled
In their pale blue
And emerald greens.
It’s now left unnurtured
Overgrown, craving
The accompanying peace
Of their presence
Where I made them the ideal match
For a moment eternal.
The blue sky
And green grass.”
*****
Poet: Ms. Peaches
Link: http://peachpitproduction.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Love Manifested
Love manifested, nurtured
Coveted, expected, cherished,
Renewed
Love manifested from seeds
Heaven sent, nourished bountifully
And offered up to growth
Love manifested from grapes
Turned sour only to be churned to delicious
Droplets of the sweetest red wine
Love manifested turned over
And over creating loaves of love,
Hopes and wishes…manifested in love
*****
Poet: Willie
Link: http://williewizzy.wordpress.com/
Dear Wednesday,
You always keep me busy on this day,
Today is a cloudy Wednesday,
Is it only for today?
O, what a Wednesday!
It’s no more a cloudy day,
It turns into a rainy day,
I want to walk away of this gloomy day!
*****
Poet: Bill at Poetry Matters by Bill
Link: http://beginningpoetry.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: These Later Years
Our early years were yes quite marvelous -
white porch swings & slow spring afternoons
when beneath your quiet eyes the first blush
of passion swelled & the low summer moon
poured its light across the sleeping grass
& then our children ran through open fields
their laughter rising bird-like drifting past
our golden dreams of Autumn’s shimmering world -
Still – as I watch you brush your white hair
that falls like snow on rising hills – the trace
of memory – your eyes – your lips – your care
worn body – the movement of your wrist – such grace -
there is I know no season quite so fair
nor beauty found than in these later years.
*****
Poet: Leonie
Link: http://delerioration.wordpress.com/
Title of the poem: Limits at Infinity
There is a harbor deep inside me
And it’s expanding
Boundlessly
It is a glove
That fits nobody
A love
That fits nobody
So don’t write me a love song
You’d get it all wrong
Write me a mathematical proof
Give me a sketch of your take on the truth
Prove that I do not exist
While keeping a hold on my wrist
Feeling my pulse as you show
How I am the place where dreams go
When they are dead
Stardust to lead
Infinity is an imaginary number
Another way of saying D.N.E.
And when I finally collide headfirst with the limits of imagination
Will I be confronted
With all I’ll never be?
Or will a door less doorway
Reveal itself to me?
My love
That fits nobody
Is approaching
Infinity
As it does, the harbour in me
Is expanding
Boundlessly
I am a comet
Looking for a place to land
I am a function
That you’ll never understand
An indeterminate form
A deviation from the norm
*****
Poet: Thomas
Link: http://psychopoems.wordpress.com/2010/07/12/unanswerable/
Title of the poem: Unanswerable
Sweet sleep called to him
An end to problems
Endless nothingness
More appealing
Than the current turmoil
Though no amount of talk
could have stayed his hand
He choose to deny the chance
Left behind, they stand
holding question after question.
Unanswerable.
