Megzone:http://megzone.wordpress.com/2010/08/26/footprint/
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Leo:http://leonnyes.wordpress.com/2010/08/25/the-butterfly-lover/
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Kavita: Step on it…
Come on, my dear, rest on me
For I’m as plush as can be
Repose upon my fibres soft
Soon I shall take you aloft
Now that you’re here and perched
Pardon me if I lurched
I have begun this jolly ride
‘Tween white clouds, you will hide
Farewell to ground have been bade
My oh my! Are you afraid?
Please trust me, do not worry
For I will be in no hurry
This smooth drift in mid-air
Wind blowing through your hair
For your face lit with smiles
I could fly a million miles
Tell me when you want to land
I’ll guide you, just hold my hand
Back to earth, here we are
My love, on you, I’ll leave no scar
I hope you had a lovely time
For this, from you, I’ll take no dime
Come to me whenever you wish
Off we’ll go, to skies we’ll swish…
*****
Someone is Special: http://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweetened-waters.html
Abstained from the fear of heavy love,
I prayed God for the real courage!
Realized that you were my real self
I came to my love by myself!
Sensed the halo future in your eyes,
I dissolved in the love within us!
North or South, East or West,
I say our love is the Sweetest!
Tasted the sweetest sweet in you, and
I emptied the butterflies from my stomach!
Sweetened soul watered with the heavy love,
I treasured these moments as, “Sweetened Waters”
*****
Riikainfinityy:http://riikainfinityy.com/2010/08/26/occultism/
A
study
through
knowledge
of the hidden
to seek the truth
which you think
existed beneath
the surface
of this
world
Seeking the truth and there’s a price to pay
and one shall not forget that not
everyone is special
and something are
not meant to be
known or found
Numerology
Perception
Astrology
Alchemy
Magic
Studies and Beliefs
Unexplainable subjects
Into a world that you don’t even know exists
even Science cannot give you a definite answer
Occult is a world you shall never enter for truth shall be kept hidden forever…
*****
Raj:http://thepoetrywagon.blogspot.com/2010/08/superstar.html
Her nails aren’t manicured and skin has lost the grace
unlike figures in glossy Mag, time had marked its pace,
but in dark lonely nights, when she embraces you tight,
subtle warmth gently reveals, beauty hidden inside.
Neither he’s the poster boy, splashed across Page 3,
With dazzling Golden boot or Mercedes SUV,
but when unknown chasm, secretively schemes ,
his strong arms will forever, fight for your dreams.
The fingers entwined, through shadowed maze,
or face of your smile, shinning behind the grays,
is an image reflected, by moments afar,
The reason of your life, the real superstars.
*****
Ziibi1: http://adventuresinpoesy.wordpress.com/2010/08/24/am-i-drunk/
I look in your face
As I stumble from my car
Purposely forgetting my cane
Unmistakable instant judgment
Is scribbled across your starring
Glare while you grab your phone
Frowning towards my daughter
I laugh and turn back to my car
Parked in the Handicap zone
I grab my cane to pass you again
Watching you stop the call
Not wanting to look my way
I cannot resist muttering
“So, you think I’m drunk
Well sorry, I have MS”
*****
Tolle Lege:http://walker287.wordpress.com/view-my-recent-work-2009-present/my-prayer/
Before I go to bed
Every single night
I get down on my knees
Before I turn out the light.
I join my hands together
And then I start to pray.
I always pray for you
And this is what I say:
“Thank you Lord for my friend
And all the times we’ve shared.
Thank you for every way
She has shown she cared.”
I thank the Lord for all
The little things you do
To guide and support me
And all the fun we have too.
The last thing I ask Him
Is that you’ll always be there,
That our friendship would never end
And our whole lives we’d share.
*****
Purvi:http://puplumages.wordpress.com/2010/08/25/share-with-me-a-poem/
Share with me a poem Purvi.
Somebody demanded with such conviction.
And affection.
A moment shared,
a slice of life,
a pause in the thought of time,
a still capture on the video of thought.
Rhythmically fashioned or pure words poured & frozen like ice. Intact.
Or :
An Abstract water-color
Painted & washed; Yet not dry.
This is all me ~ my poem.
*****
Noha:http://nohaemile.wordpress.com/2010/08/25/you-are-what-you-are/
Searching you between my ribs,
where I hid you one day…
Trying to find you within my pores,
because you were always there…
Between me and myself,
you’re a part of me…
Or maybe you’re the whole me
And I am the whole you!
In my weakness, I sensed your voice,
that gave me strength…
And listening to your silence,
drew me more closely to you…
Felt you with no choice of my own!
You have all the keys…
Whenever you want,
opening and closing doors…
You are in control,
No matter your need…
No matter your desire…
No matter your moments of loud silence…
Still you’ve got them all!
But you only gave me one key
Just before you go…
A key that can be used
only when we both exist
at the same point in time…
at the same space of eternity…
I left you all my gates open
I gave you all my keys
May be you miss me…
May be I’m special…
Maybe I’m your shore…
But you’re like the Mediterranean waves,
Your rebellion leads to your anchor!
And here I am lost in your tide!
Perhaps you’re not the love…
Perhaps you’re not me…
Because here I am without you
Searching for you!
You need not to be defined
You need no titles…
You are You!
And for me, that’s enough.
*****
Tasithoughts:http://tasithoughts.wordpress.com/2010/08/24/say-it/
SAY IT
by: JP Leddy
You know me more than the rest
Yet, you remain silent
SAY IT
You see me every morning
Yet, you remain a mute
SAY IT
You sleep with me at night
Yet, no words leave your mouth
SAY IT
You are there when I cry
Yet, you are are quiet
SAY IT
You are there when I smile
Yet, no sound do you utter
SAY IT
You are there when I feel lost
Yet, your voice is silent
SAY IT
You see me as I am
Yet, you say nothing
SAY IT
You see me when I hurt
Yet, you offer no talk of comfort
SAY IT
You know my deepest secrets
Yet, you give no response
SAY IT
You know the three simple words
Yet, Man in the Mirror, just
SAY IT
*****
Jingle: http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/08/24/raindrops-tease-the-deserted-pool/
Kids have gone back to school,
Raindrops tease the deserted pool,
Tree shadows flicker on the wall
As the wind sings the rhythms of the Fall.
Sharpen your eyes,
Identify ghosts in human disguise.
Watch the musicians play
As leaves start to decay.
Sail on the prolific ocean
While pumpkins go ripen.
Toast your days with flying fantasy,
Prepare for the season’s abundance and intimacy.
*****
Can You Spare A Word or 5: http://wp.me/pSOYe-te
Lost and Found,
Walking past my pride,
Lifeless on the floor,
Considering which I has fallen to the way side,
Have I really fallen to the way side,
Seems wrong,
Doesn’t it,
Maybe it is a dream,
Perhaps this is life,
Perhaps this is I,
At least that is what I need to believe,
Write,
Right?
Pride,
Swollen,
As my throat closes up,
Choking on my own disassociation,
Can it be,
That this is my plight,
A journey,
Walking in three directions at once,
My spirit,
Drawn and quartered,
And sent to the furthest reaches of the kingdom,
Even the Kings horses,
And men,
Can’t put me together,
Again,
For the first time, last time, next time,
Only I can,
Write,
Right?
Belief,
A misappropriated struggle,
Mandated by the others,
So that I find the strength,
To believe that I am more than I have been subject to,
Subject,
Not victim,
Though captive,
Struggle,
To find the perfect sentence,
For that will set me free,
Write,
Right?
Together,
I and I and I,
Fragments,
Shards,
Slivers,
Incomplete,
Working in tandem though unknowingly,
To piece together,
These minds that wander the universe,
As surely as Einstein or Hawking,
Hawthorne or Kipling,
I and I and I,
Write,
Right?
The righteous amongst us,
Say turn to God,
Only God,
Can right this course,
Really,
I presuppose,
Suppose and oppose,
That faith is the answer,
As do I and I,
Perhaps this intellectual and spiritual tussle,
Is precisely what I and I and I,
Are supposed to be journeying toward,
Though there is no destination,
Save death,
I can not die,
Shall I die…
Write,
Right?
Oh,
My tone upsets your sensibilities,
Really,
Imagine my upset,
As what I value most,
Is being ripped at the seams,
Neurons firing,
Firing neurons,
You’re fired,
Chemical fancy,
Pharmaceutical nightmare,
I and I,
Held at bay,
As long as I take those pills,
You know,
The ones that God allowed be created,
I hope I am not in his/her/its image,
Right,
Write?
Total self destruction,
An act of creation,
A deviation from I and I’s plan,
A miscreant,
Deviant,
An out of the ordinary substandard genius,
Stop I,
I say,
Stop,
So long as I can write, right,
I will know that I and I and I,
Will survive,
In perpetuity,
Won’t I,
At least one,
Here I sit,
Stand corrected,
Numb,
Outlandish,
Feverish,
Supposed,
Right,
Write?
Narcissus I am not,
though as I reflect,
I am clearly,
Starring into my own Dorian Gray,
Void,
Vacant,
Fearful,
Angry,
Vengeful but to whom,
I and I,
Those fragments,
Sent to the furthest reaches,
That now enables me to survive,
I know not what the neurons are doing,
Do you,
Can you,
Will you,
Someone please,
Here I and I and I,
Hear,
Right,
Write,
Sender’s self portrait.
*****
Olivia:I am Fire..!!
I am a woman and a proud one at that- I believe and therefore I am
I am Fire, I burn all down, I am fire I light all up
Stay away from me & it would be Dark & Cold
The shadows of your Ignorance would stretch till Beyond
Come Closer to see the Imprints & the Shadows would leave
You would feel enlightened, all fears would go..
I flow in the veins of Land, I dwell in the Sky,
The Wind lights me up & I dance with Joy..
I scare the Water when I roar amidst the Clouds..
I collapse its being & it tears itself down.
They Light Me up There to mark their Joys..
I Purify all, ask the Gold
I swamp without discrimination, I immerse them all.
I am the Destruction yet I create Bonds
They whirl around me & make sacrifices,
The walk around me & solemnize their vows.
I scare the beasts & spread the light
I set my fire up on them & they all wail & cry
With each Human gone in me yet I am Neat
With all Chants up in Air, I bring about Purity
I am the Omniscient, I am Thee
In Order to do all, In order to be-
I light Myself up, I set the Fire on Me..!!
*****
The 10th Muse: http://arspoetica.wordpress.com/2010/08/26/penitent/
he walks backward
down a philosopher’s path
racing threat of rain
with the unmeasured cadence
of his breath, burying
regret deep
with each unhurried
footfall, denying every silvered
drop
the treachery tattooed
on his soul.
*****
Ms. Peaches:http://peachpitproduction.wordpress.com/2010/08/26/attention-deficit/
Attention your attention
Has completely forgotten me
Don’t want your pity have no intention
Of playing your games – attention
Your attention has been stolen away from
Me – don’t feel obligated to check up on
Me when you so easily admit…you forgot
All about me – lucidly I do see
All the things passing by that you used
To want from me with me – not emptily
You easily forgot it was attention that I need
*****
Sillyfrogsusan:http://sillyfrogsusan.wordpress.com/2010/06/03/alive-at-five/
Roughly I touch.
Ripples I talk.
Relaxing I listen.
Racing I walk.
Slaying monsters.
Brightly I sing.
Suddenly stop.
Sparkling ring.
Often I’m bold.
Hidden is fear.
Orange you glad.
No I can’t hear.
Peanut butter pout.
Temptingly touch.
Tickling laughter.
Question so much.
Loudly silent.
Soapy is fine.
Slicker yellow.
Senses mine.
*****
The Lost Poet: http://mkpoet.wordpress.com/2010/08/09/the-path/
Lay out before my feet
Full of challenges I must meet
Looking up ahead
Seeing mountains without dread
Knowing I can summit them all
Knowing that I can walk tall
Not only because I talk the walk
But because I walk the talk
And I know the biggest difference there is
Knowing the path
And walking the path
I strive to do both
*****
Artswebshow:http://artswebshow.com/2010/08/23/free-flow-spirit-and-burlesque-visual-poetry/
.
The sound fills the hollow cave.
Outside the moonlight shines brightly over the cliffs surrounding the body of water.
The bay, a single mated boat sails in the distance.
Barely visible on the horizon.
My heart fills with wonder.
A sense of peace with the world around me.
Peace, tranquility, warmth
The romantic notions that we all see in our faraway dreams
I long to be a bird.
Flying effortlessly and picking on the fish in the water below
Taking the journey in my stride
So many thoughts mixing in my head
A sense of oneness with my surroundings
Lost in time
Do you know what that feels like?
Now i do
A feeling transpired through peace and love
A spirit lives here, dwelling in the depths of this cave.
This perfect vantage point.
A free spirit, structure has no place here.
I can freely contemplate the meaning of all things.
That boat is getting closer now.
Cruising gently on the waves which are moved by the moons gravitational pull.
The boat is no threat to this spirit up here.
Engulfed in the dream, the trance.
.
.
Now i realize this might just seems like a random pile of gibberish..
And to some extent that is probably correct.
Your internal editor will always feel the urge to tighten this up or take that out.
For me free flow is about saying no to that editor.
I am inspired, let my muse speak its own mind for once.
Our minds think in waves, quick thoughts that go as quickly as they come.
Free flow captures those raw flashing thoughts.
Music just adds to the beauty of it.
.
Also, i’m curious.
Please let me know in your comment.
If you clicked this video it probably still playing while you read this.
Maybe you find the music distracting, maybe not.
Maybe these words seem to carry much more meaning.
Maybe reading this is in a sense uplifting because of the music.
I don’t know but sometimes i find reading what other people write can be an effort at times.
So i always have instrumental music playing while i read blogs.
How do you find it?
.
*****
Amrita; http://amritaghosh.wordpress.com/2010/08/22/monsoon-musings/
An August Sunday morning;
Again, it poured all night.
I woke up early,
In the dull morning light.
Shadows across the room
Beckon me to follow,
Desires that went up in a gloom
And, were long consigned to the gallows.
Years go by, and, desires get threshed,
But, persistence insists on keeping them refreshed.
In one way or another, the refrains remain
Much like these never-ending showers of rain.
Suddenly, half a rainbow
Breaks through the drizzling rain,
Clearing up the cloud burst,
And, I feel like shining forth again.
Come rain, or, come shine
One thing stays true.
Things do change,
But, only if you want them to.
*****
Pinklady: Of Fun and Friendship
bound by friendship
ties that are deep
two decades of sisterhood
an unbreakable loop
“raise the roof!”
that was the mood
a night of 80′s fun
and disco jam…
of strobe lights
and tights…
of red stilettos
and loud echoes…
never ending banters
in a room full of prances…
one night of break
for sanity’s sake!
*****
Slashofexpression: http://splashofexpression.wordpress.com/2010/08/26/a-night-sky-filled-with-wishes-poets-rally-week-27/
As the sun kisses the horizon
I keep watch for the first evening star
As she comes forth
I wish for you
And on the next
I wish for us
So continues my heart calling forth each new star
Wishing for all the glories in the world
Each wish calls forth another
So when they come out in pairs
I just send out my wishes in pairs
Never missing not one
Wishing for you the whole night
And when the last star has come out
I watch my love for you extend
To the moon and back
And when my heart makes her last wish
I lay illuminated by my hope filled heart
Feeling you all around me
Awaiting for the heavens to heed my wishes
For the blessings to shimmer down to me
*****
Jessica Graf:http://welcometotheborderline.wordpress.com/2010/08/09/roads/
“I know these roads
like the back of my hand”
how well
does he know
the back of his hand?
has he studied it
like I have
while holding it
in mine?
the unusual softness
the scars on the knuckles
from punching
a two by four
back in 2002
the veins braided
with tendons
in Y’s and V’s
just like the roads
he knows so well.
*****
Jamie: http://wp.me/pne74-40n
·
Oh yes, I’d say she’s about seven in that picture
Blue-black hair, curls bursting and tied with string
Hands folded neatly, one little foot turned in
·
With dark doe eyes staring at the waiting world
Long lashed and bright with hope and longing
What future did those clear sparkling eyes behold
·
What music played the strings of that young heart
She must have dreamt of men and marriage,
Well, she would assume love as young people do
·
Some standard dreams maybe, the house with
A white porch and rocker, a picket fence and
A back yard of rich dark earth, flowers and fruit
·
Sweet children would be a part of this dreamy-dream
Roses for birthdays, lilies at Easter, and garland in May
Christmas trees and mistletoe and other such …
·
As she watered rubby beets and greens on the fire escape
And helped her mother with chores and siblings
No doubt she dreamed dreams gifted by movies, magazines
·
As she tied her worn boots, getting ready for school,
Smoothing her hand-me-down dress, then running
Down the steps and on through the slums …
·
She must have dreamed then of ocean mists and
Fresh air, streets with trees and well-groomed homes
And well-polished horseless-carriages for transit
·
When she grew old enough did she wait hopeful
On well-worn curbs under jaundiced street lights
A ghetto-bound Diana waiting for her handsome Sheik
·
And he, the Sheik looking for his Sheba, did he find her
Did he take her hand as she stood lovely, innocent
And did he soon leave her only to be followed by another
·
Did each Sheik stay long enough to steal her heart
And riding off take another piece of her, a souvenir
Of yearning and promise, love and gullibility …
·
Is that why she lies here now, eyes grown pale, heart empty
And a silent wail rising from the sacred depths of her being
“The movies and the magazines”, she says, “they lied …”
Then whispered softly: “When Valentino died, women
lined the streets for his funeral cortège and cried … “
*****
Lilly:http://summaryofmysoul.wordpress.com/2010/08/26/carpe-diem/
the silver starlight embroidered the murmurs of that river and he allowed himself to drown within the scent of ripe pears flooding the air around him… and while inhaling, he almost felt the threads of the past knotting themselves in his chest, memories hidden within the sweetness of the fragrance, dizzying him like a strong wine… he kept his breath for a moment… ‘you cannot hold time still…come on…exhale’, he heard a voice inside him, and he pushed the air out almost by force, as if trying in the same time to exorcise his soul of the remains of what-had-been-and-was-no-more… ‘too much dust in the air tonight’, he told himself, and in the same moment he killed in the corner of his eye the shadow of an almost born tear … *****Christina: http://wildspicywordsauce.wordpress.com/2010/08/30/truth/
There comes a time in a woman’s life when all she has left is the truth.
At that point she has two choices. She can shrivel and shrink, becoming bitter as the winter chill that permeates even the ground she stands on…
Or, she can grasp hold of that core of truth, though it burns painfully in her hand, and wield it
As she does her kitchen knife
to slice away that which is not fit to eat
As she does her garden spade
to dig out the weeds of thought in her life
As she does her sewing needle
to patch together torn and broken longings
As she does her loom and knitting needles,
to weave new patterns and knit new garments to wear,
For herself and for others
Ones not meant to dazzle, or seduce, or deceive,
Ones not designed to clothe in comfort
but to poke and stick and bind you when you slouch
And to hold you up so you can reach the sky
*****
Mango: http://mangoesntangoes.wordpress.com/2010/08/29/the-expression-of-my-affections/
You amaze me
Every morning
That I have with you
Your beauty
Blows me away
There is nothing like it
Your smile
Melts away
The stresses of my day
When I know
That I can confide in you
I don’t have to carry the burden of secrecy
All the little sacrifices you make
Really aren’t that little
They mean the world to me
The sentimental letters
The special dinners
The surprising gifts
They all speak louder than you know
The attentive ears
The pondering before speaking
Tells me that you are honed in on me
When you reach out
To me
I’m taken back with admiration
When I am your world
And nothing else really matters
Peace and grace comes faster
When you miss me
And all you can do
Is hug at the first sight of me
Fantasy has become reality
When Cinderella has come home
Only to be treated like a Queen
Laughter is in the air
When two has become one
And there is no guilt or shame
When all has been exposed
The magical words of “I Love You”
Is simply not enough
Not enough to convey
What is in the heart
What the soul destines life to be
So here are my evidences
To show the mysteries
Of my expression of my affections
*****
Whisper of life: http://cesargealogo.wordpress.com/2010/08/30/water-travel/
‘Waves! Big waves!’ a boy yelled.
Riding hide, the launch heaved and rolled,
engine shattering, its sound changing,
upon salty water we traveled.
‘Waves! Big waves!’ a lady shrieked,
captain’s compass lost unwanted,
passengers screaming, launch was wobbling,
upon salty water we traveled.
‘Waves! Big waves!’ an old man yelped,
brutal waves smashing,
anxious passengers, water overlapping,
upon salty water we traveled.
‘Waves! Big waves!’ we all squealed,
launch’s engine halted,
passengers’ life jackets distributed,
upon salty water we traveled.
‘Waves! Big waves!’ we all prayed,
passengers trembling, wetted and paled,
the launch arrived safe and sound,
upon salty water we traveled.
*****
700 Miles: http://700miles.wordpress.com/2010/08/27/with-me/
take my hand and walk with me sweetie
we can talk as we walk through the trees
maybe we’ll stop two times or three
close my eyes thank God finally
then i’ll draw you close for a big bear squeeze
take my heart and join me dear
i’ll be right here there’s no need to fear
two now as one a journey of peers
broken and mended together with tears
into the future you navigate i’ll steer
take my body and have me baby
into your arms i’d fall lovingly
moving slowly like the sway of a tree
you are my nectar of life so sweet
with every night of shared ecstasy
take my soul and search for answers my mate
moment by moment it’s what we create
it’s what we make so let’s make it great
anything you want as we search state to state
it might take time, i know it, i’ll wait
*****
Waylandsteinhour:Tell Me Again
Tell me again. For I’m lost within.
I wonder again and again as if there is a trend.
I’m lost within once again so tell me again.
Tell me again what it is that’s got me lost within.
Your words are gentle and leave a remarkable memory.
I savor your words carefully as if they’re never heard again.
They replay in my head like a repeat button that’s broke.
I hope in time I’ll hear your soft whisper once again.
Tell me again. For I’m lost within.
I wonder again and again as if there is a trend.
I’m lost within once again so tell me again.
Tell me again what it is that’s got me lost within.
I love your ways and what you have to say.
It opens my eyes up to life as it is today.
I got that feeling as you lay more of my problems to rest.
Your words have put me to the test.
I’ll always favor them never the less.
I wonder again and again as if there is a trend.
I’m lost within once again so tell me again.
Tell me again what it is that’s got me lost within.
*****
Dakshima:http://loveamongotherthings.wordpress.com/2010/08/29/eternity/
I made a promise to myself
Not to see you as a wandering soul again,
Not to leave you when you needed me the most,
Not to see you cry silently,
Without letting anyone hear
Those sleepless nights you had,
Nights you cried till your eyes ached,
Only your pillow knew your sorrows,
The pain that was inside your heart,
That you carried every day, as if a stone tied to your neck
I promised that you would be happier
I promised that you would smile everyday
I promised I would give my hand to hold
I promised I would be your shadow
Those promises are not just words, I’m guarding them with my life
Tomorrow would be full of promises and hopes
I would still be your guardian, your friend in need,
Till death play his cruel game with me,
I would be there for you , I will be forever
Till eternity….
*****
Lest I Smite Thee: http://lestismitethee.wordpress.com/2010/07/12/writing-burn-your-bridges-and-fly-away/
She lies in darkness on her bed,
cradling her bloody little head,
scratching at scabs in her heart,
clutching the dream of flying away…
“Wake the fuck up,” screams mother
as she counts her alimony.
“Why do I take care of you?
You are the devil!” she shrieks.
One day, she thought, I’ll prove to you
My dream’ll come true: I’ll fly away…
Burn your bridges and fly away
Break your neck if you look back
Flesh does not forgive, forget
Blood alone does not atone
At the conservative hick school
the old Baptist physics teacher
stands in front of the class and howls
“The abused become abusers!”
She sat silent, nails in her flesh,
holding back swelling angry tears.
They wonder why kids shoot up schools.
What the fuck are role models for?
One day, she thought, I’ll prove to you
My dream’ll come true: I’ll fly away…
Burn your bridges and fly away
Break your neck if you look back
Flesh does not forgive, forget
Blood alone does not atone
“Why can’t you be like her,” shouts dad
as seeds of self-hate blossom inside.
“I’ll chew you up and spit you out,”
trapped in a garden of barbed wire.
One day, she thought, I’ll prove to you
My dream’ll come true: I’ll fly away…
Today is the day dreams come true;
She makes the first (last) choice of her life:
Take control once and for all –
Leap off the ledge and fly away…
Burn your bridges and fly away
Break your neck if you look back
Flesh does not forgive, forget
Blood alone does not atone
*****
Harshika: http://harshikaram.wordpress.com/2010/08/25/rain-thursday-poets-rally-week-27/
The rolling thunder,
Gave me a sure sign.
The blinding flash,
Of the lightening bolt,
Refused to deny.
It’s monsoon time ,
Those gentle drops,
Pitter-pattering on the panes.
The howling wind,
Gushing thro’ the window,
Brings me the smell of rain.
I look outside,
With big broad smile,
My face lit up with joy.
I breathed in deep,
And put out my hand,
To enjoy the chill water drops.
It suddenly pours,
From drizzle to shower,
And i looked outside in awe.
I ran outside,
And stood in the lawn,
Welcoming the rains with open arms.
*****
Deadpoet88: http://deadpoet88.wordpress.com/2010/08/25/seven/
A sin, a song, a silent sigh,
Seven deadly songs are sung.
Softly sinking into the seven seas,
Sweet sabotage has sadly not begun.
Are we meant to drown at the hands of Avarice,
Only to find the bloodied hands were our very own?
Or will the hands of Lust strangle,
Like the demons that lay us down to sleep?
There are many whom we may Envy,
But none do we Envy more than potential in us lost.
With Wrath we wish to burn all those who cross our path,
But at the end we alone burn, for Wrath destroys only its parent.
Does our hedonistic Gluttony have any limits?
Or are we doomed to become Gluttons in body and soul?
Sloth capriciously creeps into the cracks of our being,
Until our minds have been completely consumed, leaving vacuum.
Vanity gives us the illusion of floating higher than all,
But when falling, we feel the greatest pain as we softly touch the ground.
A sin, a song, a silent sigh,
Seven deadly songs are sung.
Softly sinking into the seven seas,
Sweet sabotage has sadly not begun.
*****
Amanda: http://buttercup600.wordpress.com/2010/08/25/you-my-oasis-thursday-poets-rally-week-27/
Contours of his loving soul
finely aligned
in every grain
work of art
in black and white
horizontal
vertical
no gray space
is not bound
by no fence
mantle of love
has no edge
purified words
transparent
like drops of rain
on my window pane
he’s my friend
word for word
every question
here and now
you’re my friend
MY OASIS
*****
Heartspell:http://heartspell.wordpress.com/2010/08/26/my-light-source/
You have become
the brightness
of my days
the beacon
of my nights
You shine
on me
I glow
*****
C.http://darkestdivide.wordpress.com/2010/08/29/horizons-apart/
Slip in sideways and meet me
At the corner where our dreams collide
Don’t hold yourself back
Because here is now and now is here
The only place we are free
Here is the only place we can be
Follow your heart, your desire
Whatever it is that makes you tick
Because the clock is ticking
Closer for the end to begin
When the horizon sets us apart
So don’t hold back
Don’t let me suffer my desire
Let’s set this place on fire
Love and lust used to be a fine line
Not here, the world is yours and mine
Come closer, show your true face
Let us not suffer this desire
Cross the line you can never cross
Cross the line before we run out of time
Before we have to open our eyes
Once again…
*****
Rhythm of the soul:http://rhythmofmysoul.wordpress.com/2010/08/29/beg-mem/
Things happened the way they did
You might not know why
But I know it was for the best
World began to spin so fast
For me to keep up
So I held on tight even after it was too late
Even though I knew so well
I had better things coming for me
I stood right there
I wanted to see it through
I did
Letting you go wasn’t all that hard
For I never held you in my heart
It was just my feelings
I had always possessed
Remains of days that passed
Reminiscent residues that won’t go off
Begged if they could just hang on
So I let them be
As an empty-headed memory.
*****
ThedarkJasmine:http://newtha.wordpress.com/2010/05/04/minutes-to-midnight/
….what could I say??
when d wind isn’t cooling d air anymore,,
when d star isn’t bright anymore,,
when d sky isn’t clear anymore,,
…what should I do??
if my heart is broken,,
if my tears are lessen,,
if my mind is already drown,,
…what will u do??
if I say I like u,,
if I confess that I love u,,
…hate me for loving u,,
…hate me for confessing this,,
…hate me for not even trying to wipe this feeling,,
hate me,, for closing my eyes from d reality,,
reality that “our” existence will never exist,,
reality that “we” will never be together,,
…hate me, for more than thousands reasons,,
…hate me,,
…and i’ll always love you,,
…hate me, but please don’t get away from me,,
*****
Luisydomonique:http://luisydomonique.wordpress.com/2010/08/23/cessation/
Time again I must subject myself to this abject life
And as a disappointed drudge, am I expected not to think twice?
Chasing a myth, the American Dream, crumbling under mass dismay
Yet, considered uncouth, when your vile being, has desires to gainsay
Treading on us; this dream, to me is dying fast
Soul-crushing to the point I just hope to make it to the next repast
While others, those who’ve always had control
Continue their bacchanalian propensity
These others who won’t even apostrophize
Their Jackal, the church, who promise ecumenicity
In order to sedate our aspersion
A means to end our obloquy
Another way to provide disinformation
And their punishment subterfuge
Political and Social Inequalities, Bankruptcy of the Government
Echoes of a familiar fortune perhaps?
Vague allusions to the French Revolution
Might cause a whore of a nation to collapse
*****
Pravin nair:http://www.versepoems.com/2010/08/rose-for-jingles-rally-week-27.html
Bathed in red glory,
wrapped in silken cloth,
at the cusp of blossoming youth,
long legged, fragile,
introvert of a beauty;
your sensuous fragrance, I’m sure,
comes from a soul so pure
When God created you,
I’m sure, he fell madly in love
with his own work of art;
so much so, he made it a point,
to daily bless you
with passionate drops of dew!
He was also a possessive lover.
So that you do not get hurt,
he gave you thorns; which was clever.
So that hands which touch you,
know the meaning of what it is like,
to bleed, to be pricked in love;
so they know divine beauty
such as you, comes at a price!
And every lover who holds you
in his hand, or wears you on his
heart, knows that you are not
an ordinary creation,
you are a blessing.
Because it means
love is still around somewhere,
alive and breathing!
*****
Mother2rah:ttp://mother2rah.wordpress.com/2010/08/22/we-all-have-them/
She lays, waits for his touch to reach through her
foggy memory – swallowed desire.
She misses the catch of breath, the small gasp
and sharp intake of oxygen before
a sigh of release escapes between them.
Exhaling into their kiss, lips parted,
she tastes the scent of him as he leaves her.
He misses the sound of her whispering;
graveled growl of passion when she wants him;
and her laughter, that deep-throated rumble
so rare in these lean days and lonely nights.
Eyes closed, he twists and turns. Entering her
in his imagination, he feels her
warmth, the acceptance he’s been waiting for.
*****
Jargnar:http://jargnar.wordpress.com/2010/08/20/the-tale-of-our-spin/
The moon, up and about
when time hit its note
pale and abstruse he stood
his demeanor, wise and kingly.
but there he was, and then wasn’t
dawn it was, as the clock ticked on
And thus he came,
eponym to the billion or so.
The Sun in his chariot,
golden and glowing, smiled down
on his nine minions, for now.
everything was happy and glorious
so near he stands now,
swelling on his own fodder.
to act paladin, and yet that
look, savage and baleful
for without the cloth
on our mother’s bosom,
the yin unbalanced, he flares
his ire, and his life, lurks.
the existence itself, an infant
for now he isn’t pervert enough
but surely, we have misunderstood
for our father, isn’t a bloody cheat.
is it all a fabric woven before?
seemingly incapable of adjustments?
oh please do answer,
the reason of the system.
*****
in limbo
swirling deep
into abyss of darkness.
faded light
seeped through.
hope flirts
against the silence.
I am numbed.
—shhh.
*****
K A Shaw: http://wp.me/p12lJV-a
Betty looked up at the sky and she gasped
“What is the matter?” I softly asked
She pointed up towards the sky
I lifted my head and then I knew why
There were some lights…and to watch they were bliss
They were the lights of Miss Aurora borealis
Miss Aurora was a magnificent sight
With her beautiful colors of swirling light
Amazing shades of green and yellow
Some very sharp, some very mellow
Twisting and creeping along the night sky
Creeping like an undercover spy
Creeping around like she is looking for clues
I love her colors of green and blues
Suddenly…borealis her mood changes
From slow to quick her speed she exchanges
Swirls spiraling down like a misty tornado
Beautiful colors from a beautiful rainbow
Shapes of colored smoke from a cigarette
She has only started, she has not finished yet
Displaying colors and fantastic rays
She dart of like a rocket, and then slows and sways
Apart from Betty she is the most beautiful thing I have seen
Colors of plenty including red, blue, and green
Aphrodite the goddess of love
And Miss Borealis playing above
Borealis is strangely haunting
And somewhat slightly daunting
I adjust my eyes and they try to focus
She’s putting a spell on me, hocus pocus
Borealis now has me under her a spell
I turn to look at Betty; she seems to be as well
Not a word between Betty and I is spoken
We do not want the spell to be broken
We stare, we gape, and we look in contemplation
At this glorious, splendid creation
Borealis changes direction left to right
She changes in brightness from dull to bright
We seemed to have been watching her for hours
She has drawn us both in with her hypnotizing powers
So now I think the time is right and I get down on bended knees
I take the ring and say Betty” will you marry me please?”
This ring is a token to show how I feel
This ring is to show my love for you is real
I bought this ring made from a pearl
To prove to you, you are my girl
I want you to share my life
Please betty will you be my wife?”
*****
Thomas: http://andtimemarcheson.wordpress.com/2010/08/24/ghosted-reverie/
August locusts sing, to portend
That I must be near an end.
They call out to me of some things
I long ago knew should be forgotten.
Heavy sighs and saddened eyes;
This countenance you hold in sight
Is naught but a token of my ghosted reverie
Where, in such reality, I daily abide.
*****
Oink:http://hopepoh.wordpress.com/2010/08/24/statistics-2/
I’m studying statistics
But these words keep flooding my ears
I’m writing you a song
But this is all I hear
There’s a 100 probability
That your z-scores all add up to zero
You’re my one and only standard deviation
Imagining you’re always at the peak
If my normal curve holds true
You’re my population mean
That I can always lean on
My t-scores doesn’t help a lot
My confidence interval is at 99%
You’re the only standard error
In my sampling distribution of two means
My degrees of freedom varies
I don’t have your sigma
So I tend to use my t-distribution
I don’t need a one-tailed test when I’m with you
Even the two-tailed test doesn’t seem to fit you
My means and median always mix when I’m with you
I don’t know what to do
I’m studying statistics
But all I can think of is you
*****
Enreal: http://enreal.wordpress.com/2010/08/27/echo-2/
I want to live in echoes
To breath in the residue of feelings
the remnants of meanings
I want to exist in pure conviction
Once words are spoken
Silence is broken
Breathe
Breathe
Echo
Echo
*****
Sherrie: http://sherrietheriault.wordpress.com/2010/08/27/burning-with-desire/
Bottoms come sealed in envelopes
From unknown accountants.
Amazing how many nominees and how few winners.
The audience filled with past recipients
Hold their collective breaths.
They pray for this years finalist
And pray a bigger prayer
Of thanks to this years donors,
The ones who prove with their lives
That it hasn’t gotten better out there.
The speeches are the same.
A gratitude list and maybe a punch line.
The smiles and tears fresh but familiar.
When the lights go out on this night,
The days of diligence begin once again
So no one need loose their seat
And we can all celebrate here next year together.
*****
Anky0112:http://makeachange1.wordpress.com/2010/08/27/another-love-story/
Jill is so sad and depressed,
She loves Jake against the protest
from her father, she can’t fight
Who reckons Jake isn’t right,
’cause his future isn’t bright.
Jake worked hard to
Further his studies overseas.
But he proposed Jill before he leaves,
“I love you, promise to take care of you
for the rest of my life.
As far your father, I’ll talk him around.
Will you marry me?”
Jake’s determination made Jill’s father melt,
They got engaged before he left.
In spite of distance
Jake and Jill were blissful,
floating on cloud nine,
But their fate planned something awful
Jill got knocked by a car dreadful.
The impact on brain
made Jill lose her voice,
now all she could do was
sigh and cry without a choice.
She broke up with Jake through an e-mail,
But she continued loving him without any fail.
She learned sign language to communicate,
But could never express her anguish.
After a year,
She got Jake’s wedding Invitation.
She was shattered but she open the letter.
She found her name instead.
Jake stood in front of her,
Used sign language to tell,
“I’ve spent a year time,
to learn sign language to tell you,
I’ve not forgotten our promises.
Let me have the chance to be your voice.
I love you.”
Jake slipped a ring
into Jill’s finger.
They smiled, they kissed.
That’s how another love story
begins.
*****
Lauren:http://laurenmichelleotheim.wordpress.com/2010/08/26/the-dreamer/
Why must a dream deferred explode?
What is so wrong with a raisin,
sticky sweet in an oatmeal cookie?
Where, my children, are the band-aids?
I will fix your sores and kiss them better
with the syrupy sweet sugar of love I will
lift your burdens so they do not sag beneath you.
I believe in different Hughes of color as a
rainbow spreads and melts from one pigment to
another so might we dissipate from old dreams to new.
*****
Jared : http://jaredamuscat.wordpress.com/2010/07/11/something-to-write-home-about/
Waves fly through fields’ sky whilst lying on my back, in some love, on
the pebbles of a non grassy knoll spray painted with sea greens whipping a whisper of the wind-and the pebbles massaging my every bone,
the blue above is only blue to the woman biking on the road for to me it is a night of jaz infused,
with the daylight of glory Octobers of orange, lined only by marine blue flows of energy, pulses,
some sort of poetic novel above my rested head and tickled back and whispered ears-and Buddha,
it was with Mother Ocean a sort of quote un quote myth of the great Pueblos or Anises or someone’s,
t’was an irrigation system of bad egos, a mediator of the lost cause cowboys
stories written in the style of Thoreau or Kerouac, glistening in abstract sketches of colored grain
overtures of beans and rice and love,
did marriage bond Adam and Eve? I only sit and think, said the bald boy
a calf powered two wheeler cuddles up to the San Francisco hills, Redwoods nearby ablaze with lessons,
no pad in pocket, no pen either-o wait-a typewriter in mind, with eraser and shading aid
there sits the one with all shots on automatic fire, dangerous only if provoked to instinct, or thought,
what wicked way this world sometimes wills! Is Mother Nature tired?
why does this world not see her weary eyes, loving in their ever careful tears?
how hidden are the unwanted ink patches in the ocean, shore, rivers, lands, and bottled waters?
now, bombs also have silent options-pressed by men with over kept hair and under kept health
all this still where others count Ben & Jerry’s cows flying like friendly fly balls overhead
only feet away a dog of the ocean worships the sun and a white bird normally above sea sits to join the act
a dolphin must have jumped at sea, and a shark have found a fish or three
Professor was sitting across the room, in my head, and I think said dreams are only dreams if you don’t will it-
of course!
a direct translation of the word will be transcription at main stage in the form of simple appreciation,
as an apple drops from a tree to my head, and now I am with a bump and a treat of a tree from the soil of our mom,
too cliché to say yoga of the mind, acupuncture of the soul, and meditation of the body,
but-something to write home, the shaping of a wave pen.
*****
83 October: http://83october.wordpress.com/2010/08/27/love-is-perfect-its-vessel-not-thursday-poet-rally-week-27/
Love is perfect, its vessel not.
The wounds we carry are never real; they are perceptions of people—imperfect
people. We carry our fragile selves, cradling our past to our present and fearing
our future. We wonder in infinite introspection—
Of the non-working part of our being
Conveniently called our
Dysfunction
Another fancy name for the flaws
We carry so lovingly in our arms
So lovingly
But aren’t we imperfect
From the beginning—
Humanly so,
Then why, I wonder
why must we believe we were functional before our wounds?
Before our scars
Why must we question that raw, unrefined
love that comes our way?
Are we demi-gods?
To expect those who bore us to be
Heavenly perfect
To fit the pieces where our puzzle needs completion
Will completion be your happiness?
For does a smile never break from the imperfect
The perfect smile that creases
the corners of our mouth
Creases.
I lock a piece of my bitter self and wear my certificate of pain
Walking around the cold evenings wanting,
Waiting,
Believing,
In perfection coming its way.
Perfect love—
Better parents, better friends
Better life—
shaping their corners into curves of my missing self
(i blame everyone else
for losing)
And I come back
From a hard edge road
Empty handed
Empty
infinitely.
The wounds are never real—
Never as agonizing as they seem,
For you are imperfect too
And I am flawed.
We hold ourselves,
each other, in the rawness
But in the realness of the jagged
pieces that we are.
Jagged-Burnt edges
And loved
trying to spill out perfection
From this fragile self,
this wounded
angrily bitter and
beautifully damaged soul
imperfectly
Humanly,
so.
Love is perfect, its vessel not.
*****
Victori: http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2010/08/26/poem-exodus-34-2/
Whatever happened on the way to life?
Waiting to finish this or that until
the moment that was then, is now, is gone.
Look closely at your world:
the way the light shines through
the beveled glass,
breaks into prisms and colors
the morning quiet, livens the dew
hidden inside a trembling leaf.
Taste the burst of sweetness
when you bite into a summer plum
or sip the nectar of a lingering kiss.
Listen to the music of your child’s
first word, touch her skin and revel
in the silky texture of her hair.
The scent of rain on steamy earth,
the call of crickets or the mournful murmur
of the dove, do not ignore them.
Your senses call and you respond,
like Moses, “Here I am.”
Uncover the presence of the divine.
*****
Music of My Life:http://rosidah-abidin.blogspot.com/2010/08/castle-of-love-thursday-poetry-rally-27.html
Blinded through desire
Beaten by race of time
Deaf to the pace of serenity
Moments fade away to rush
Spirits behold of silence
As sun sets on sphere each day
Seek rest within fortress of soul
Find love, find a way home.
*****
Celebrating A Year:http://mairmusic.wordpress.com/
like high tide in Tucson
instinct trumps geography
and landlocked or long gone
like high tide in Tucson
it’s time to put my shoes on
as autumn reaches back for me
like high tide in Tucson
instinct trumps geography
My rondeau is based on the true tale of a hermit crab, accidentally transported to landlocked Tucson, who maintained his frenetic dance for high tide, a memory embedded too deeply to be lost although rendered pointless by his relocation. Barbara Kingsolver wrote an essay on this and the concept intrigues me as it pertains to habits and schedules imprinted so indelibly they draw us back to what we would leave behind.
*****
Carolina: http://unprecedentedintellectual.wordpress.com/2010/08/26/i-needed-a-hug/
Today I needed a hug
Looked up tears in my eyes
Lump in my throat
Hoping someone would see me
.
I held out my arms
Asked, no begged for a hug
You passed by
Detoured
Like I was a pothole on the highway
.
I let the tears fall
Got hold of your shirt and sobbed
Hoping you would hold me
You pushed me away
I felt like a stray today
.
I tried getting a hold of you
Ended up hugging myself instead
I hope i’m fine now
But next time hold me
I may not always make it, on my own
*****
Christine:http://ibrewhaiku.blogspot.com/2010/08/raise-up-reach.html
Raise up, reach, young trees
Let your canopies unfold:
Skies alone hold you!
*****
The JulieBoook:http://thejuliebook.wordpress.com/2010/08/24/the-same-old-story-poem-shoes/
t never was a fairytale
I’m too independent to play Cinderella
And you certainly were no Prince Charming
But I lost something
as fragile as glass
as ordinary as a slipper
More precious than a diamond
It’s funny
At the time my shoes were made of lead
I thought they were ugly
Square-toed and predictable
too dull to be real
too cheap to be necessary
With holes peppering the soles
It’s funny
How only now I can see the shine
And how they were a perfect fit
They never pinched my toes
or hurt after a long walk
or conformed my feet to their shape
I could wear them day after day
I always wanted a fairytale
But now that you are Romeo
I love life too much to play Juliet
So I take a breath and step outside
feeling each stone
feeling each blade of grass
Now that my feet are bare
*****
Tracy:http://tracyhsays.com/2010/08/25/august-26-2010-fear-thursday-poets-rally/
Fear
of losing my words
of losing my rhyme
grips me
my pen quivers in my fingers
my mind races and stops dead
lost in a misty mélange
I struggle
I strive
against some demon
unseen and unknown
I cannot find myself
I do not know where I am
my past buffets me from all sides
my future mocks me
my now is a mystery
where are my words
why can’t I speak
I call out with all of my strength
I scream until I’m breathless
a cacophony of silence
crashes in my ears
the darkness swallows me
wrapped in a black shroud of nothingness….
I hear a voice in the dark distance
whispering my name…
am I dead or alive?
my eyes slowly open to pale light
I see the face of an angel…
I rest in the arms of an angel…
I look into the gray eyes of an angel…
I hear the voice of an angel…
“Baby…I’m here”
and that is why…
I Will Love Her Forever.
*****
Brokenpenwriter’s Blog:http://brokenpenwriter.wordpress.com/2010/08/26/in-the-heat-of-a-summer-night/
It takes more than a fan
and four hours of sunless dark
to erase the heat from the day
and you from my mind
at times I want to pick up the phone
and listen to the sound of you now
Out in the black of this August night
the full moon sprays passion in silvered light
upon everything it touches
the madness of lovers and poets
the crazy thoughts that skip across the dark
and the years that forget time passes
I remember
hiding in the barn; waiting for that silent silhouette
the black form of you standing against dusty stars
through the wide open door
a milky way that you said you couldn’t see
yet so wide, it banded the sky behind you
and drew you larger and larger upon its canvas
as you drew closer to me
Those warm soft nights of pewter-sheened light
strewn across the silence of arms enclosing
bared secrets safe in shadows and hay
with only your dog’s watchful, wagging tail
to give us and our secret away
The fan and the heat have fought this day
though neither have won the night or me
it is sleep that now begs this poet to bed
where passion will surely be spent
in tomes of dreams and old lovers
*****
Lovely, Life on inside:http://lovelyannie79.wordpress.com/2010/08/26/8-am-thursday-poets-rally-week-27/
8 a.m
He’s an eye drifter
Slipping low into places
She cannot know
Holding her tight
as he falls
he asks,
“Please don’t let me sleep too long”
Simply to steal one more moment
With her in a strange hotel
Before he whispers to her
Before she whispers to him
“don’t go”
His midnight voice wanes
To a low inhaled rhythm
As she promises him 8 a.m.
*****
Thoughts Not Lost:http://wp.me/sZXMF-whispers
Add on as I tip, trip stalk the night. Darkness you are my love. I seek you out.
Caress my cheek. Blow my hair.
Come to me, witness bare.
By a stream I will wait.
Please don’t be late. I await.
*****
Imagina: http://imagina1.wordpress.com/2010/06/15/language-of-the-heavens/
Stargazing on my rooftop,
On this clear translucent night.
The moon, stars, the distant planets… celestial beings,
They are inching towards me, closing in on distance
That otherwise should be light years away.
And the raven sky speaks to me.
The cycles of heaven and earth, the moon and
The sun, the constellation of stars, all the
Colors and hues tinting the sky, the auroras,
All are such humbling revelations from You.
Galaxies of creations, a universe with no end.
They are your lost symbols and alphabets,
Your sacred language. Your oracle that we,
Human, stumbled in reading, let alone interpret.
While down here, on this dry and bitter earth
(Please have mercy on us)
We, forever the illiterates
Are still stuttering, savagely studying
The grammar of our own mortal hopes and fears.
*****
As The Raven Flies:http://autumnraven.wordpress.com/2010/08/26/thursday-poet-rally-27-i-want-to-give-in-again/
It’s not the first life that I’ve wasted Given over to the blood I’ve tasted It’s not the first time I’ve been broken Payment for the lives I’ve stolen Now I stand another chance Another turn at this godless dance Turn my back on timeless sin But I want to give in again With every memory my body quakes The things I gave to clear the slate It left me with this broken spirit But did not remove what came before it I still feel this aching need To fill this emptiness in me To know the taste of victory And see the fallen at my feet There is nothing quite like the seduction Of the power wrought from sweet destruction Of life lived for dominion and pleasure For such a height there is no measure There is no touch to quench this desire No lover that burns quite like this fire It seems so pointless if it is not taken Saved only for the soul forsaken The soul that battles with this strife Was a god in some other life And the heart that set its passions free Was finally stripped away from me Bowed to the whims of mortal men Lived a life that felt their sins A broken child of their power To clear the past and know this hour Now quietly I step into the stream I try to join this human dream Give up my perch from high above Learn why it is I can not love . So this is what it’s like without To find in yourself a sense of doubt Yet I still can not forget Not even the cruelest could force regret I must somehow learn to start For the soul is in hell without the heart So how does one that knows the taste of sin Stop wanting to give in again*****
Vavuou:http://abthomas.wordpress.com/2010/08/26/mark-me-not/
Mark not as thy hast but naught innocence
For this not a functionality of days aft been given
This more the so of thane decide of what has been lent
Once did the towers flamed erupt
To threaten burn from aside and o’er
Yet the heat imagined
To blissfully char,
Sensitize to such that doest of exposed nerve
Paralyze all but thy briefest touch
Failed to simmer the thinnest of skin
Tempered yet for naught
Doest thin wearied heart beat
Step upon step in lurch’s motion
Stagger’s
Inward forced outward
Doubted doom
Derelict from certainty
Towards an aimed prescribed by another
Assured hath dissolved to absurd
But to cease nigh
Treads upon purgatory’s wait
To which known morose
Soothes the savageness
That civility demands to cage
Within what hath passed ere fore
Fetter’s passion of the raw
Shift’s through feared flaccidity
Mark thins utterance not
Lest to heart it taints
In spoilt naivety of unreturned gifts
Given unreserved naught but once
*****
Amanda:http://www.blogginwithamanda.com/2010/08/25/thursday-poetry-rally27/
The Camera
Almost focused, the bulb is hot,
The Shutter Blinks, the Subject’s caught
Immortal Forever, On One little Strip,
Until the next Subject, and the Shutter is Tripped.
The Exposure is long, the moment is short,
The result is a capture in Time,
A steady hand, with a Faithful Cam,
Is a Master of Design.
*****
A Life Less Blog:http://everwondrinsoul.wordpress.com/2010/08/25/for-jingles-thursday-poetry-rally/
Last year I was the one in the white dress, staring at a picture of myself
in the glass watching from the other side of a black and white camera lens,
screwing in my smile and keeping it firmly planted on my face,
not feeling the heat of the day, and being protected from the melting of the cake.
This year I watched as you prepped your makeup in front of the mirror and
blotted your lipstick, tucking a careless hair behind your ear as I helped to
hold up your white dress, too high for you to step into, and then lower so your
cotton colored shoes could slide gracefully down the fabric and touch the earth once again.
I remembered you as a child of peach fuzz hair and cross eyes, crawling backwards.
I remembered you as a toddler being dressed up as the boy in our house games,
following me around and cooking up imaginary meals for me with your shorts on your head,
pretending it was a chef’s hat.
I remembered you as a kid falling and breaking your arm on the monkey bars, the same arm
that reached up and held one side of your birdcage veil while the jeweled comb on the other side
was being slid into place by our Mom.
I remembered you as a teenager, and being jealous of your ability to draw, and the fact you were always
skinnier than me.. these seemed petty concerns on this day.
I thought of these things as I held the sides of your dress together and we zipped you into your future.
The dress fit you like a sigh, so snug yet so perfect for your form, as if it was painted on.
I watched as you looked into the mirror and I saw the corners of your mouth turn up the moment you saw
how beautiful you looked. It was as if all the preparations you had made for this moment hit you all at once, and
your wedding became real.
Mirrored in that white dress I saw all the stages of your life fall away
and you were left in the center whole, complete, happy.
You were radiating confidence and poise, a model of strength and conviction.
I was so proud and a little surprised to see how much you had grown up
and how much of myself I recognized in you,
on that day,
in that moment,
we were both wearing a white dress together,
staring into the mirror of the rest of our lives.
*****
Pamela:http://flaubert-poetrywithme.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-all-things-come-to-end-thursday.html
The minimum difference of what makes things happen.
When meeting at the end of fortune–despair …
lost to the few spectators passing. Unwinding in copper kettles.
Journey becomes a death of passion’s subdued design.
Where knives and forks pierce the outer lining of the hemisphere.
To eat upon the weakness of the entertaining few and scattered
to eaves completely out of reach. Covered in black heaving rain.
Smothering and forcing the bile to rise from within.
*****
Liz: http://lizbethsgarden.wordpress.com/2010/08/25/the-call-thursday-poetry-rally/
Come, the voice whispered
There is nothing here for you
Leave your safe home and warm bed
I got up and followed the voice
Through forests, over mountains
Come, the voice whispered
Across the void to strange lands
I was afraid but the seductive words called
Leave your safe home and warm bed
Why did I follow the call?
What did I hear in the sibilant command,
Come? The voice whispered,
I followed, to a new world and a new life.
I sometimes still hear the call
Leave your safe home and warm bed
I lie in my snug new home,
Listening. I haven’t followed yet.
Come, the voice whispers,
Leave your safe home and warm bed.
*****
Belladonna23:http://belladonna23.wordpress.com/2010/08/20/nothing-but-a-thought/
will you take a moment to spare me
of this bitter taste of envy,
for what rooted deep within me
is nothing but,
a thought?
but hopelessly suggesting
is a meaning merely testing
of the restlessness investing,
is this all,
but a thought?
and in the conscious that your seeing
is this thought worth believing?
and in the eyes you use to see me,
is there the hope a thought would be me
and through me, could only be
nothing but a thought.
and if thoughts spoke louder than words
and words were stronger than a thousand tongues
what am i then?
if i am nothing but a thought
and barley lingering, a suggestion
an investment in satisfaction
could i speak to you,
louder then a thousand tongues,
yet how can i?
if i am nothing but a thought
and i linger still in the corners,
like a light, i am
hardly held still in the shades of a shadow
and like a thought i am,
merely nothing,
and yet everything i hold,
i hold in the light.
*****
Shoelessboywonder:http://shoelessboywonder.wordpress.com/2010/08/24/the-letter/
The earth is cold and heartless
My vision is dead and without bliss
I can no longer feel your tenderness
All I can remember is your fading kiss
I can only hope this letter does reach you
For without it there’s no way to prove this is true
That you were all I was meant to do
Without you I would have been without a clue
So I hate to admit it but you were right
I should have never left your loving sight
Now I am trapped here in this hole
Bleeding out words from my soul
Regretting my actions that made me distant
Trying to prove my love wasn’t nonexistent
I just thought I needed my last thrill
Now I can’t help but write my will
I wont tell you how I ended up this way
Or fill you with images of my last day
I just wanted you to show
That your love is all I know
I have given up on rescue
But I wont ever give up on you
I am sorry for how things have ended
This is far from what I ever intended
This picture of you has little room left
And I feel as though this is theft
For there is never enough room
For my words to truly bloom
I love you my dear
I will always be near
No need to ever cry
For our love was never a lie
*****
Ediomo: http://ediomoudofia.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-apologize.html
Many times I’ve told you that you’re worth nothing;
Many times I’ve shut the door against you;
A thousand times over have I broken your tender heart;
I even found joy in your tears;
And countless times I’ve treated you scornfully;
But now I know how wrong I was;
And I know so well I do deserve a cross;
Mine eyes are open to my misdeeds, that’s why I show remorse;
This flower of apology do I offer on bended knee;
I know it won’t repay all damages;
But just to show a glimpse of how deeply sorry I am;
For all the pains and all I’ve put you through;
I initially thought it was a man’s world;
Now I’ve realized that there’s no me without you;
Forever I’ll love and cherish you dearly;
From the deepest part of me I sincerely apologize!!
*****
Diamondsanddogs:http://randomthoughtsandmusings.wordpress.com/2010/08/26/fear/
Fear
floods the veins
fills the skin
races the heart
focuses the mind
Most think
fear is
unkind
that it
breaks you down
crumbles your will
and robs the soul
In truth
it makes
you whole
It’s the yang
to courage’s yin
Embrace
your fear
just don’t
give in
Instead,
think on this
a bit …
You simply
cannot live
without it.
*****
Frayed Edges:http://frayedges.wordpress.com/2010/08/25/third-times-a-charm/
Tick tock
Happy birthday to me.
A dinner to celebrate
interrupted by gunmen
spent on the floor
huddled under a table.
Caught in a drug war
no more
I flee for better places.
Months without work,
without home
leave me defeated.
Tick tock
Happy birthday to me.
New jobs and
expectations of progress
and peace and success
shattered by
the discovery of a lump
so little
you wonder how it can have
such an impact.
Tick tock
Happy birthday to me.
I hesitate to celebrate.
Third time’s a charm.
I can’t dare to trust
that this time
finally
maybe
it will be
a happy birthday
for me.
*****
Hello, everyone!
Promising Poets Parking Lot is excited to publish the 4th poetry journal of the week-August 26-Sept 1, in celebrating remarkable ending of Thursday Poets Rally week 27! All our poets are brilliant artists who have been excellent writers and poetry promotion leaders…We are proud that we have about more than a dozen FRESH talents coming in this past week.
Let me know if I have overlooked your work or you have found errors in the work being represented here.
Thursday Poets Rally Week 28 will take place during the week
September 9-15, 2010,
A post about the detailed information of the Rally will be up on September 8, 2010 at
http://www.jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com…
77 poets with 75 are represented, Many thanks to all of you…
