Wiserskydive:http://wiserskydiver.wordpress.com/2010/09/22/butterflies-in-flight/
*****
Vivinfrance (2): http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2010/09/29/863/
Summer came late
and leaves us early
as though afraid to pamper
in advance of climate change
*
Winter hovers in the wings
and autumn threatens nightly.
Heavy dew and evening chill
belong much later, rightly.
*
Purple sky shades to ultramarine
small miracles of light bathe fields in gold
to match the leaves of autumn trees.
The view is changing by the minute:
far horizons now obscured
as rain sweeps by in curtains.
Lighter now
but gold is gone
surfaces gleam
with moisture.
*
If you don’t like the weather,
wait ten minutes.
*****
FM:http://luisydomonique.wordpress.com/2010/09/22/la-immigrada/
Take my hand, and to a new country we’ll go
Abandon our misery, let’s enter a new abode
Across valleys and seas; it doesn’t matter where
So long as we get there.
A dangerous voyage, for we’re not wanted
But with our dreams and hopes we’ve absconded
We must leave now, for our own country does us unwell
Surely impossible to find a place worse than this hell,
With quick feet we take our leave
To this new world containing (in a fantasy) what we’ve preconceived
On our arrival, delusions of grandeur
Anything to blind us from the saboteur
All we’ve done is trade one hell for another
But for now our mind is aflutter –
With optimism
*****
2zpoint:http://2zpoint.com/2010/08/16/perfection/
Perfection to some is the perfect day,
yet to others it is finding the perfect way.
Some say it is having things at the perfect time,
or it is best seen from being at the front of the line.
Most like to tell of those that play on a different level
or draw things so that others emotions can revel.
But perfection is what the best strive for and falling short makes us strive for more.
The one thing that perfection does is that it gives every one something to shoot for.
And those who would fall short are always in the best of company, for we all do,
because the best of us all are humbled too.
Trying is the only way to tell
and there is no limit on how many times to fail.
Perfection will come at the end of the day when you view yourself and say:
I did my best and gave it my all… and today,
I could not ask for more.
*****
Wicker basket empty except for the checkered table cloth
Buckle the life jacket to retrieve the nuggets from the water
Messenger river stones skipped into the watery waistline
There, there – see the traces, the silvery blue outlines
Buckle the life jacket to retrieve the nuggets from the water
Hear it, the what’s missing between the shouting silence
There, there – see the traces, the silvery blue outlines
Seeking nameless, nearly formless, gooey solid bricks
Hear it, the what’s missing between the shouting silence
Found beside the empty swallow’s nest in the Linden tree
Seeking nameless, nearly formless, gooey solid bricks
Balance restored, knee bent, sole flat against the inner thigh
Found beside the empty swallow’s nest in the Linden tree
Mulberry tree hides it swallows it, there beneath the massive leaves
Balance restored, knee bent, sole flat against the inner thigh
Crackling dryness smoothed edges guide the path to discovery
Mulberry tree hides it swallows it, there beneath the massive leaves
Wicker basket empty except for the checkered table cloth
Crackling dryness smoothed edges guide the path to discovery
Messenger river stones skipped into the watery waistline
*****
Purvi: http://puplumages.wordpress.com/2010/08/05/tilia-codarta-a-tree-with-heart-shaped-leaves/
There, at my window as I sit
musing, in my thoughts adrift
You always, to my lost eyes, steal in
from a place my heart has sealed in.
Glowing, with the pearls in my eyes
Sparkling, your memory, never ever shies.
There drips the last drop
of that shining dew-drop
like a diamond, sparkling much..
but a tear the moment you touch;
flowing down the heart of a leaf
perhaps, all that is left is grief.
There hangs a drenched bough
Flowerless, except a pink bud though
Whispering to the winds that touch
There is not left in me much..
So as you pass, please gently blow
I wish to stand longer, the timeless flow.
With each sip of the soothing lime-tea
I let my stream of thoughts end up in a sea
A vast deposit of precious jewels where rest
Each moment, a life spent without sunsets
I look watching further,
towards the end of the rising rainbow
Perhaps there stands my Goldman,
not merely an ephemeral shadow.
*****
Alethea: http://asmiworld.wordpress.com/2010/06/06/the-caged-bird/
Hear my cries,
Set me free….
This cage is not
Where I’m supposed to be
Let me fly
In the open sky,
For I did no crime
To stay here inside
To you,
My chirping may sound sweet
But for me,
It is agony that comes out of my beak
My pleas go unheard,
And my tears unseen,
Yet I carry a soul
That is wise, hopeful and serene
I may be small,
My wings may not be strong
But someday I’ll reach the sky,
‘cos that’s where I belong!!!!
*****
Woih:http://woih.wordpress.com/2010/09/23/hearts-well/
You’ll find them here speaking of love
The harsh let downs and the skies above
From white to blue they are diverse
and the same is said about their verse
Divorced, adopted, married and single
Smooth, young skin and finely aged wrinkles
Come from the depths simply to mingle
at Thursdays Poets Rally, in the den of Jingle.
*****
Kyoicki:http://kyogakura.wordpress.com/2010/09/05/a-sequence-of-pointlessness/
Upon my thoughts, I wonder,
When with my hands I touched velvet,
Or upon my lips lingered satin or twill,
Which is it from your form should I see –
Which is it that will more be missed –
Under this circumstance, so listless, so cruel,
Upon my thoughts, I wonder,
Do yours dwell on mine as well?
*****
Jamie Dedes:http://musingbymoonlight.com/2010/09/23/god-put-us-here-for-this/
abibi*, what of the slow, simple meals
the Omar Khayyám**meals
of foods organic to this land
assembled by our four hands
a few plump figs, some jiben*, a little wine
- good conversation -
just you and me
with
sparkling moments of sometimes silent camaraderie.
at breakfast a grilled fish
roasted potatoes
purple grapes
a Turkish coffee or two
helwah* for me, wahsat* for you
- at dinner -
savor our well-spent day
along with stuffed grape leaves
sliced tomatoes
and
spice our simple meal with
red satin kisses
pregnant with promise
simmering, sizzling in the air
over
a table simply set with rough cloth, terra-cotta, pewter
a froth of wild white roses
- and -
light the candles, habibi
God put us here for this
*****
Kavita:http://kavisionz.wordpress.com/2010/05/17/shortcut-to-other-worlds/
Holding a light, and guiding through
Paving ways, they throw a cue
That steady gaze; the knowing looks
Flipping leaves, of us helpless books
With dancing flames, they spill out fire
They burn me down; Like I were a pyre
A glance, a wink; a flash, a glare
Telling me things, no lips could dare
Sedate and grave; Unflinching calm
A force they bear; Loud as a storm
A sweep or two, of lashes dense
Making me melt, and matters tense
Wisdom, charm, and dreams that soar
Warmth and cool, they’ve these and more
Open or not, it is the same
When faced with them, peace shirks in shame
I dive into, those eyes so brown
Deeper than seas, yet I won’t drown…
*****
Megzone:http://megzone.wordpress.com/2010/09/22/sleep-walking/
Lost in dreams he walked
Backwards retraced steps asleep
Tripped and fell head first
*****
Thoughtsnotlost:http://thoughtsnotlost.wordpress.com/2010/09/22/expressions-charity/
Playful part, toying with my art.
Make shape through me–
grace be to record the message..
of the line…of the time.
Innocence raw, pure set before with glimmering shine.
Language only I understand–land in my palm, my lap.
Alert the mind, prepare the soul–outpour, downpour…come to me.
Make me but a means to an end.
Tend to creativity, vision, glow.
I am but a Shepard always in tow. These two eyes wide as bowls at the spark it beholds.
Playful part always toying with my art.
*****
W: http://wiserskydiver.wordpress.com/2010/09/23/inspirationz/
i wrote a poem
i made it for all to see
how would i know so would she
read it through
cherished her 1st comment
made friends in an instant
astronomy one could say
enjoyed the company
with every memory shared it was like deja vu written
all my life i only heard of this
strangers making past and future unite
how would i know she would read it too
connection so strong distances cant deny
beautiful as her eyes so does she write
now I am reading her thoughts
thinking why did we talk
she and i both remain puzzled
astronomy one could say
finally i write this asking to make sense
for projections of visions are read and fools don’t understand
*****
Christine: http://ibrewhaiku.blogspot.com/2010/09/respect.html
Find out what it means:
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Give it up to me!
*****
Christine:http://ibrewhaiku.blogspot.com/2010/09/j-is-for-jingle.html
J is for Jingle . . .
Joyful encouraging bird
Like sweet sound of bells.
*****
Leo: http://leonnyes.wordpress.com/2010/09/22/cross-roads/
Oh Lord, where now do I go?
Stuck at crossroads, I am so
Mind can’t decide
Both ways will make me grow
How to choose one, do show
I have really tried
Patience is thin, nearly died
All you know, I did confide
Lend me a hand
Mind or heart, which to side
From destiny, do I now hide?
I can’t understand
My fear, I severely reprimand
Here for long, I cannot stand
Breathe I cannot
Like fishes on parched land
Fear must die on these sands
And remain forgot
As I pondered on this thought
Lord, you’ve helped me a lot
Way you did show
I’ll go where my heart sought
Mind will agree, once goal got
Answer I now know
*****
Riika: http://riikainfinityy.com/2010/09/16/the-two-worlds/
The Two Worlds
Similar Yet Different
Both sides seek each other for survival
Realities crash and only one should remain
Darkness spurt within the depth of heart
Depression as disguise, Corruption of evil and shadows
Light infuse itself within the nature of life
See the truth of the world, You will be blinded
Fire fueled up and burn the flames of destruction
Passion desires within, Terror is up ahead
Water flow in the dreams of soothing nights
Purification of the soul, Drown breathlessly within it
Earth quakes and make a sound of nature
Mother Earth is crying, Calamity comes as disaster would
Air flew in the direction of the wind in celebration
Enjoy the lovely breeze, Devastating Tornadoes on runway
Metal wait patiently to recover the rainfall of the year
Armor of protection and guard, Destroyer of weapons and fear
Wood feed itself to the flames of destruction for service
The Wisdom of Humanity, Clever and wise become the unexpected
Similar Yet Different
The Two Worlds
should come
as one to
see the
future
*****
Liz: http://lizbethsgarden.wordpress.com/2010/09/22/leave-a-dolly/
The ghosts of little girls
Wander the roads at night
Crying their lost lives
Oh, listen to them crying for their lives,
The sobbing, murdered girls.
For the dead, leave a dolly out one rainy night
A girl who walks at night
Will gather it with love to join their lives.
Keep safe your little girls
So they won’t join the girls night walking, night crying lost lives.
*****
Olivia: http://oliviasmindlymatters.wordpress.com/2010/04/24/678/
I wanted to paint it lilac,
You painted it a mundane Cream..
I wanted to hang some serener,
You put up the pictures of our wedding..
I had wanted a Wall beside me, One who would stand by me-
Dealing with the things before them touching me!!
Here I am, left with the Wall I had asked for-
Echoing all sorrows and agony back at me.
You had hugged me tight
I had quivered with fear
The Wall would tell all
How I was held against it..
As I now look at the Wall
It looks back at me..
I ask him what went wrong
And it silently stares back at Me..
I had stood like a Wall,
Sheltering you from the Storms..
You stormed past me,
Leaving me stood like a wall..!!
*****
Buttercup:http://buttercup600.wordpress.com/2010/09/29/right-here-waiting/
a secret lies within
infinite body of love
two souls entwined
immersing our spirit
of fulfillment and love
this rush of emotions
our labyrinth of ardor
froze in this moment
every beat of our heart
come fly with me darling
like there is no tomorrow
for dreams do come true
I Love You
*****
Jingle: http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/2010/09/21/4ever-friends-thursday-poets-rally-week-29/
No matter where I am
And what I write,
You embrace me
4 who I am
Even when things don’t look quite right.
You surprise me
With your kindness
and your intelligence.
You entertain me
With your sweetness
and elegance
You do blog hop
Nonstop,
You decorate my place
With grace.
You do talent show
And glow.
You do naughty wink
and make me think.
4Ever friends make love last,
4Ever friends give friendship a blast.
*****
Ibok: http://lordemmanuel.wordpress.com/2010/09/16/a-freeman-once-said/
Why should I walk around a slave?
when there is plenty of space
for me to roam and live a free life
without being supervised
or directed in the manner
another man requires.
Why should I be under you?
when I can paint my sky blue
in the way and manner I choose to
and fill it up with birds that coo.
I cant be your slave for no reason
I cant sell my freedom for no price
I am a free man
and choose to maintain my stand.
If your offers
are in exchange for my freedom
then you had better not offered.”
Uncle Tree:http://me2watson.wordpress.com/2010/07/10/the-song-of-olmark/
In a state of stern consternation,
the candidates awaited the arrival of The Master.
A hush fell over the room as the curtains began to part.
With a marked air of dignity, Olmark glided to center-stage.
His presence alone brought their newly sharpened awareness into
focus.
*
“Attuned — understand?
Listen in, all ye initiates of The Order.
The note, the original, plays on in the unseen background.
Can you hear it? Don’t you sense it? Like a stream of morning dew?
The everlasting vibrant hum – constant in its flow
as it permeates the atmosphere and saturates the inner spheres.
Immersed from within and submerged from without,
you reside in the flow that never ends, that never began,
that never ceases to amaze me with its sound presence of Mind.
Hear ye! Hear ye all! Behold this grand piano.
Be held in the suspense of its harmonics as I play,
as I join in with the song,
with the tune that drifts beyond
the imagination of the stars.”
*
Master Olmark took his seat and placed his long delicate fingers
over the black and white keys. After turning a serious eye
to his audience, he nodded his head in recognition,
and commenced to play his magic.
*
As the notes flew about the room, each and every man began to hear
a different tune, and came to recognize the song as being their own.
‘Twas a song composed of the hopes and dreams of all.
Stop and give a listen, and maybe…just maybe,
you will hear them coming true
*****
Penelope:http://penelopephoebe.wordpress.com/2009/04/06/loves-young-dream/
They walked and drank the scented air.
With flowers he adorned her hair.
She blushed and felt sixteen once more.
Almost innocent smiles they wore.
He seemed a boy; she worldly wise.
They stood alone in their own eyes.
They cared not for the passers by
And not one cloud could mar the sky.
They sat in casual embrace,
He leaned and kissed her glowing face,
Before they parted for the day
Her smile left nothing more to say.
She knew not if she could explain
Just what she felt or hoped to gain
From knowing him She yearned to run
On sandy beaches in the sun;
Laugh, splashing through the foamy brine
And share it with a love divine.
She wished to lie in fields of wheat;
Share morsels packed for them to eat
With sparkling wine, on summer days
And see his face through sunny haze.
She ached to stroll beneath moonlight,
Then share their love by candlelight.
She hoped to help him through all pain;
To watch him find his feet again
And realize that he was near
To wipe away the errant tear
And make her laugh at life again.
These were the things she hoped to gain.
Yet all is not what it may seem;
She was in love with love’s young dreams
*****
10th muse: http://arspoetica.wordpress.com/2010/09/22/its-a-process/
head tipped back and lens out of focus
i sip the last dregs of sunlight
from a summer fast fading,
etching her colors black-inked into tomorrow,
tracing my words into the wet cement of eternity.
my steps quicken to match the fall
of the leaves over old brick in the city’s
East end, my footfalls small
miracles of blurry substance in a brittle
dream.
but the words
just won’t flow like
they’re supposed; they start and they
stutter over roots in the sidewalk, getting lost in the
mutter of leaves and passing traffic and sometimes
when the light recalls just perfectly
the way it used to fall
through your bedroom blinds in
September’s late mornings, then
the muscles at the top of my throat
close up and in the sudden rush of air
that i swallow to
push the memories back
down into oblivion, they
vanish altogether,
leaving my shadow to
walk alone through the early October
sunset.
*****
Annie:http://lovelyannie79.wordpress.com/2010/09/23/portrait-of-a-lady/
She sits silent
and she sits deep.
Shifting on the surface
of a space so great
her breath becomes the drop
that meets the ocean.
She sits still
Her lips upon the ivory hand
of her own darkness
with hair that moves like fingers
through fields of seaweed.
She sits within the emptiness
The Perfect Portrait of a Lady.
*****
Someone Is Special: http://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/2010/09/98-rhyming-waters.html
On a pleasant evening with the moon,
I rhymed waters for you to reach soon!
With the birds singing the song,
I rhymed waters with you along!
Trees danced with the gentle breeze,
I rhymed waters for time to freeze!
With plectrum striking the guitar strings,
I rhymed waters with your lips!
Tuning the scales with the pegs,
I rhymed waters for thy bliss!
With the heavy love watering the soul,
I rhymed waters for my twin soul!
*****
Shashi:http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2010/05/poetry-stuck-in-cycle-of-life.html
Anchored in Karma,
Chained to the past
Life tries to break free
From darkness that is lost
.
Among memories that were forgotten
Among things that were not done
Among friends that were not made
Among roads that were not …taken
Among choices that were made
And choices that were not.
*****
A B Thomas:http://abthomas.wordpress.com/2010/07/11/i-will-not/
The image of my self-worth you sought to kill:
A smoldering heap deep within an odiferous smog,
Akin to what is left ignored in the park walking your dog.
Crusted and charred charcoal black
Thinking why me, what did I lack?
Even deeper within the dead shell I lay;
I ponder of what has and what may.
My decision is made amongst the rot –
I will not.
Though inadvertently you attempted my demise
I care little of your reason and shakily arise,
Aware that I was with your initial feint of kindness
That led to weakness-blindness.
I scream at the pain as skin crackles and shatters apart,
Puss oozing from the gaps with an increasing beat of my heart.
I stand once more on my own two feet
Letting not my happiness fall to you in defeat:
Pride in being a man I still got
I will not.
You tell me to quit being trite
After all compared to the others the tap was light
Besides you say it was an erroneous slip
But I’m still raw from the last time you tore a strip.
To a woman I have vowed never to raise a fist,
So why opposite thought from you be your twist?
You see nothing wrong with what you have done
After all you laugh it wasn’t like you had a gun –
My blood may not be seeping from a gaping hole
But it might as well be from the trust you stole.
That’s the way the cycle goes isn’t it?
Guess again I’m not going to buy that “never again” shit.
I’m through anteing and play to win a rigged pot
I will not.
It began small – being demeaning and with bullying order
Then somehow you believed it best to cross the physical border.
Dumbly I thought I could handle your stormy fury,
Into mental sand my head and reality did I deeply bury –
Better that then admit my weak shame
And publically be mocked by others by name.
You speak that without you I would be desolate
For your love I would always be in your debt,
But as I look with newly opened eyes around
I see that vibrant and unconditional life teems abound.
I know that I deserve more than what you have to me taught
I will not
I should be calling you a mean assed bitch,
Daydreaming of seeing you twitch in some sewage ditch;
Perhaps it is because I have widened as I have grown older,
Maybe my emotional temperature has become colder…
I should despise you a lot,
I’m leaving and never will I give you a second thought
I will not.
*****
Frayed edges:http://frayedges.wordpress.com/2010/09/22/resilience/
Sharp tongues cut across her soul as
wagging fingers punctuate their disapproval.
Sighing her frustration, she looks beyond the window
of unmet expectations that threaten to grasp her
with their unrelenting fingers in vain attempts
to kill the vibrant spirits that dance within.
*****
Artwebshow:http://artswebshow.com/2010/09/23/sonnet-called-money/
Money can’t bleed; I think you should take note.
People can, that’s surely accepted fact.
Some folk will kill and steal to stay afloat.
Others will employ a little more tact.
Such ill fate, money can cause to our world
Culture could be condemned to isolation
Symptoms of our segregate lives unfurled
Could lead to destruction of our nation.
Market conditions based on confidence.
Is this how trade will survive in rough times?
Finance in temporary residence
Our dreams on the verge of a downward slide.
Folk used to trade with food and materials.
Will such methods again really kill us?.
*****
Lest I Smite Thee:http://lestismitethee.wordpress.com/2010/09/21/writing-a-piercing-haiku/
“Is it in yet?” is
only appropriate to
say to your piercer.
*****
The Fool’s BACK Pocket:http://caribbeanfool.wordpress.com/2010/09/22/re-post-for-jingles-thursday-poets-rally/
just after three and i’m beyond
caring how good i feel. tying
a stranger’s glove around
my throat, tightly wound makes
breathing difficult, but what should
i expect in this swamp? all by my own
volition chained to hand grenades
swapping vertical for horizontal.
certainly movement;
by now uncontrolled.
i finished kicking around purgatory
in the flash of an off chance phone call.
planned meetings and such,
exchanges. the execution of business.
finally something i know how to do.
today we’re in the business
of feeling better, avoiding
citi bank in the clouds
and pigs on the streets. i swear,
i hadn’t any clue
it would be so simple.
only the logic of De Quincy
is to blame.
acidic aftertaste aside, there’s Cuban music
like Scott Kirby heard on his teak-boat trip
for purposes of mood. shifty light,
flashing LED’s, textures for feeling
sentience and invincibility. no need
for a “next move.” this one’s
doing fine by me.
i rescued my friend from behind
thick glass via a strangers
cool grasp. liberation from Descartes
feeding synergy within the experience.
i found a savior because i needed to;
extrapolate the afternoon search for meaning
based on that.
later on i’ll shuffle back
to the sunlight & watch
shadows dance on asphalt.
if the show ain’t inside,
by process of elimination,
it’s gotta be outside.
happiness is such simplicity.
even afternoon saviors
arrive in small bottles.
reinforcements turned the tide.
simple as that.
*****
Recycled Heart:http://inellezshayra.wordpress.com/2010/09/22/black-rose/
Red roses are indeed, romantic,
White roses are just plain
This story is for the cynic,
Just read and don’t complain.
There’s something I want to tell you
From deep deep inside my heart
Life always has a good view
Especially when you see the colors and its hue.
I look at the stars that twinkle,
While I felt some sprinkle,
I’m dreaming of you to be with me
Though I know it will never be.
As I hold the black rose
And smell the scent that arose
This is indeed, romantic,
I really am one kind of quixotic.
Angela:http://angelacohan321.wordpress.com/2010/07/01/the-survivor/
am an immigrant
In life and at heart
Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong anywhere
I had to give up my home and my homeland
to move halfway around the world
in order to find peace, love and a new life
My children were born in the land of the free
and the home of the brave
I don’t want them to know war, violence
and intolerance
Like all parents, I want the best for them
I have had to give up so much
but I also gained valuable lessons
At times I’ve found myself on the
path of least resistance
Yet like so many others before me
I am a survivor
*****
Donusho:http://donusho.blogspot.com/2010/09/low-moment.html
I fight back tears
as i have no hope
I speak to the trees
and the leaves
as they rustle their sympathies,
symphony orchestra
the trees remind me to be hard
yet they can still be cut down
I look at the barks
with faces of distorted frowns,
the green leaves
fills me with peace though,
and entreats me
not to stop,
my thoughts talk
my nightmare stalks
filling me with the notion
of what would it be like to be dead?
And watch everyone I know
to see if they really cared.
Resurrect back
to wipe their tears
cause their pain
I could not bear.
Their love I would share
My hate I would shear
and sell as wool
to you know who?
I have no idea.
how did I end up here?
I open my eyes,
closed my mouth
and my ears spoke wisdom
til I bore you
and make your Brain
boil and bubble over
into insanity,
that indeed I am.
*****
Pravin Nair:http://www.versepoems.com/2010/09/jingles-thursday-poet-rally-week-29.html
Junkies making a hash of smoky dreams,
flaming shots, cornered whispers,
nuanced lights, orgasmic flights
of self; helical stairways,
no shape lending, mind bending;
in an endless spiral,
they go up, as they come down;
pubescent boys and girls,
busy exploring spaces,
of the fleshy kind
and the one pointed mind,
fingers and tongues probing,
the aftertaste of sweet submission.
I sniff the air,
it teases my hair,
it is a primal odor,
of sex and throbbing candor.
I am on a climb now,
a gradual high, someone’s deep sigh,
into my ears,
moments stall, like it has been years.
I sink into my cushioned life,
enclosed bodies, that uninhibited kiss,
expanding consciousness, I feel love,
for the cosmos and everything below and above.
Sinking into the arms of indulgence,
my head reels and rolls back,
lots of time, before I hit the sack.
I am a balloon now,
light, floating, inflated I,
if this is the end, this is how I wish to die!
*****
NotatameBlog: http://notatameblog.wordpress.com/2010/09/27/these-lines-this-testimony/
This is my testimony-
Inexorably my words fly to you
God lays faith
In your beauty, in your kindness, in your love
I open my arms and a flood pours out
I close them around you
In the place where once only echoes remained
To you, for you,
An unimaginable hymn
Known, loved, embraced
Before each syllable is spoken
Of the entwining of hands
And the souls to whom those hands belong
I sing
The universe sings through me
And as the stars circled through the night
Away I came
My hand in hers
That he might be revealed
My heart had ceased to beat
You have restored it
You have given me life
At your touch, with your hand in mine,
I am healed
This is love-
A rhythm
Pounded out
By Dragonfly’s wings
As our souls are made seamless,
As we are made
One
Echoes
Like the brushing of fingers
Each entwined with the next
Clasped tight
Unbreakable
This union
This combination
This new beginning
Stretching out into eternity
These lines,
This testimony
This breath that I now breathe
My very life
Is for you
*****
B: http://thisisbrixx.wordpress.com/2010/09/27/failure/
Oversee.
Every shadow I meet tells me I’m a positive soul.
I’m losing that depiction.
Now I see every moving thing as a failure.
A failure in one way or another.
That’s exactly how we were created.
To craft a black hole of letdown so that in the end,
When everything fail, life will just be sucked out of us.
And then comes death.
Idiocy.
I said this because I’m a product of different malfunctions that the entire universe set up just for me to bond.
Funny eh? No kidding.
From my roots to my math assignment, everything was a crash.
And the universe laughed again. Stupid.
Emancipation.
I tried to study hard, I did not succeed.
I was an open book, everyone tore a page and burned me up.
Offered my heart to be loved, I know someone, somewhere he’s there, but as of press time, he is still not showing up.
Complete disaster. Hysterics came out of the universe.
I just wanna blow it into pieces until nothing is left of it but gut.
That way, that freaking way,
I can at least, laugh for my inevitable death.
*****
Sina (2):http://ssina.wordpress.com/2010/09/11/lovesick-as-in-homesick/
Flowers are part of pretty nature
This nature that flows inside us and leaves us filled with love.
Then the light and warmth linger
And we’re left with something even more fulfilling than love.
The feeling of a single second of rapture
Is all there is to feel when you’re feeling this really sweet love.
It’s all there is for you to be with and not without
The single moment of daring and desire
That lonely moment of peace and quiet
When the rest of the world is out to play
When they’re all away to play, you stay
Just to play the lonely game
The game is called but love today
This game you love to play
My love for you shall ever be even when you’re away
When you’re away, either you play or not
I’ll be always game for all you say
I’ll care for you as long as I can
As long as you want, I’ll stay
I’ll be there for you sweet lover
For all I want is you
And if destiny or something else
Would part our ways at times,
It’s just for us to realize
Just how much we want to be with
To be with and to do things
That we do while we’re alone
The games we play and all that shit
We do when we’re alone.
*****
Thewhitebuffalowoman:http://thewhitebuffalowoman.wordpress.com/2010/09/27/kittys-current-quantum-state/
They say that curiosity killed the cat,
Although rumored that satisfaction brought her back,
Being a cat I can neither confirm nor deny,
But this kitty’s purring is fully satisfied!
*****
Tolle Lege:http://walker287.wordpress.com/view-my-recent-work-2009-present/insomnia/
As the moon
Guards the night
And the stars
Give a little light
I lie awake
Thinking of you
And all the things
That you’d do.
I haven’t slept
In several days;
My life has passed
In a quick haze
‘Cos since you left
And didn’t look back,
I’ve become such
An insomniac!
*****
Reetam: http://superhero-blues.blogspot.com/2010/04/kites-and-thunderstorms.html
we can see familiar faces
through the smile shaped holes in our dreams,
flitting in and out of sleep,
surrounded by whispered voices and moonbeams.
the skies indulge us in our little flights of fancy
like kites against cotton candy clouds;
soaring high above the din of chemical emotions,
singing its own songs bereft of doubt.
stranger faces in the neon glow
tread pavements of a million brilliant hues
as songs leak onto the pavement
from haunts still churning out 12-bar blues.
indifferent stories pass each other by on the streets,
exchange pleasantries or avoid each other,
each being a kaleidoscope of infinite possibilities;
bur rarely does anyone seem to bother.
silent waters lap softly by the feet
of friends together on a chilly winter evening,
watching the city’s bridges shine,
while softly of forgotten carnivals they sing.
the city stands quietly by a corner, silently watching
its people color their canvases.
each dab changes the city and us; yet never do we notice;
we just paint away our days…..
*****
Nomadic:http://nomadicempress.wordpress.com/2010/09/25/xaliimos-death-wish/
Humanity
Where art thou?
She questions
A mother whose life is on the brink
As she toils at her last moments,
she remembers what her life was once upon a time.
Peaceful moments, and a coolness erases her despair.
Then she remembers the last few decades,
2 to be exact.
Synonymous to a horror movie, horrendous and despicable.
A woman fighting her own evils.
Internal and external, war on both fronts.
Where to go
Unable to move, left with 6 mouths to feed and no man to defend and protect.
Questionable, you say
He left years a go, fought along side the militia
To protect and to honor was the code,
he died in the process.
No need for tears or grief she reminds herself.
She is a mother and the backbone regardless if Farah was home.
War ravaged city,
the land of death and blood.
No tragedy in the world can compare
Mogadishu- once was.
The Utopia of Africa.
The idolized nation, now
a nation feared- a failed state.
Minutes are ticking, and quickly turning into the last seconds of her life.
Xaliimo prays for the less fortunte, the ones like her who lived their lives
praying for peace and hoping that one day,
Somalia will be ONE.
She wishes and pleads to the Diapsora and the millions of other Somaalis,
Do not forget your land, and the duty to your people.
May Allah have mercy on my family and the Somali people.
Assalamu Alaykum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatahu.
Her last utterance thereof was:
There is no God but Allah, and Muhammad is his messenger.
*****
Sina: http://ssina.wordpress.com/2010/09/06/play/
I love you and you love them
And they don’t seem to even care
If I loved you and you loved me,
I would call the life game fair
The game of love is not so fair
When all it does is separate
It pairs the ones that shouldn’t pair
And parts the twos and shapes despair
If I were god or destiny
Or someone who was able
I’d be able just to love you
And our love would be no fable
I might be there just to hold you
When all the tales have passed
To tell you how I once felt
Even though you had to pass
If I told you that I loved you
And that I would die for you,
Would you be there just to hold me?
Would you be there just for me?
Or will you play once more
And let go
Of something oh so real?
Would you be there just to hold me
As I’m holding you so tight?
Should I let go of your body
And just know I’m not without?
Or will you play once more
And let go
Of something oh so real?
Will it be there only one day
Our sacred little game?
The game we’ve played
For oh so long
The game we love to play
*****
The World of A Crazed Writer: http://philosopherpoet.wordpress.com/2010/07/19/the-nighttime-singer/
one pill
nothing.
except for the ether
fragrance rising and falling
between the pages of absence
caught in the blankets.
his head lies, his eyes
continue to swim in
the gyre of midnight.
two pills
flicker.
the curves of the ‘s’
fall off his tongue and
leave a spiral on the ceramic.
the morning will slobber
its honeyed tongue, and the
toast will jump
up and panic.
three pills
somber.
those voices sucked up their
cold hands. the shadows
buried the cuffs. because
the evening wears clothes,
clocks tick time, and tender
ghosts morph into my bones
tonight.
i hear the soft sounds of the
Nighttime Singer unfurling
the notes of slow chamber music
deep into my veins. my glued-focus
watches the slow dance of velvet
darkness hold me. She unties my
consciousness – still hanging on
with a white hand – and tells me
to rest, and let the liquid night
wash me and slowly evanesce.
*****
Dhitzunako:http://acrossdhitzuniverse.wordpress.com/2010/09/25/silogisme/
You say that your princess is exceptional.
You say your good days to her.
You say your good nights to her.
You save all your feelings for her.
I am no princess.
And that alone leads to an easy conclusion.
*****
I might never be a model,
I am not saying that I never wanted that to be;
but there are far more important things in life which I prefer to achive.
My biggest virtue is not what I do or what I say,
it is my soul, which is never grey.
My life is not perfect,
but thanks to myself I am doing just fine,
and for that I do not need a bottle of wine.
If you ask me questions,
I find it hard to tell you lies;
and I am sorry if it hurts what I say,
but it is the best what I can do for you,
to tell you the truth.
If the sky is grey and all things seem to go wrong,
I think of all the good things I did to the people I met,
and all the laughs that I had.
Life is our own harmony,
it is up to us what we want to be.
I can see in your eyes when you tell me lies,
I do not care about the things you say;
if all is fake,
for me you are a big mistake.
You might fake your gladness,
but in your soul I can see sadness.
Try to think about that,
life is to short to throw it away,
not to believe in what you do or what you say.
*****
Marisol4you: http://marisol4you.wordpress.com/2010/09/25/night-is-the-perfect-lover/
Night is the perfect lover.
It is its darkness that holds me
every night in a close embrace.
The one who is always here
listening to me cry
Watching me sleep
When I slip into ignorant bliss.
Provoking my thoughts
as I stare intently at the ceiling.
Hours go by -
both of us silently enjoying the others company.
It’s almost time to say goodbye
but there’s always tonight.
I guess I’ll just sleepwalk
through the day in pain
and awake at night
to see it again.
___________________________
I lie in bed awake
waiting for night to come.
Its right on time,
I’m glad it never lies.
It looks just as good as
the day we met.
Never aging, never getting old,
perfect the way it is.
Perfect being the reason
I don’t want this love.
This is why ignorance is bliss.
*****
Hindway:http://hindawy.wordpress.com/2010/09/15/a-smile-like-yours/
its hard not to want to see a smile like yours every moment of my life.
& its really hard to find a smile like yours anytime & any place.
May be thats the secret why man explored space.
They searched for such a smile on earth without a trace.
A smile that can make us feel at peace.
Eternal bliss & endless grace.
It’d be a crime to let such a smile leave your face
*****
Tasithoughts:http://tasithoughts.wordpress.com/2010/09/24/crashing-2/
Imploding into
Folding under
Falling over
Smashing through
Painfully
Tearfully
Achingly
Tortuously
Love left me
when he said
it left him
I went
crashing
into
a
bottle
of
drunken
stupor.
*****
Vivinfrance: http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2010/09/24/moth-whispers/
Moth whispers brush the bedside lamp.
Summer’s here, with nightly fear
of fluttering, biting, stinging things.
Tossing, turning, sweating, burning
from daily overdose of sun.
Moth-wings tapping at lighted windows,
starlit nights with yearning filled.
Through winter’s dark she’d longed for summer,
sleeveless frocks and sun-browned limbs.
Freedom, lightness, like the moth-wings
flicker in untroubled youth.
Crept October soon upon her,
dreaming of Eros by frosty sky.
Autumn chill, and moth-wings still.
*****
Nithin:http://nithinzpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-sorry.html
I was in a state of blinded
Anger, beyond my normal senses
My words lost its anchor from sanity
Shedding the baggage of abuses at your innocence
Openly, I regret my actions, which hurt your heart badly
Reaching out to you, from my bottom of the heart with tears
Realizing the pain you endured and the depth of your feelings
Yearning for your forgiveness,I promise that i won’t hurt you again
*****
Keshav:http://keshavnarla.wordpress.com/2010/09/23/what-do-you-do/
What do you do
when
you have nothing to do
What will you speak
when
you have nothing to say
What will you think
when
you are afraid of your thoughts
When will you act
before
you change your mind
What will you believe
when
you want to change the world
How will you answer
when
you ask yourself – Can I change?
The answer..
think if you will
feel if you can
But
Just end IT
*****
Deadpoet88: http://deadpoet88.wordpress.com/2010/09/21/prisoners/
The hands are tied, mouth gagged,
The criminal dragged to his cell.
Who will chain the thoughts running,
Through the tunnels of his mind?
Forgotten lay the bodies of the prisoners,
Innocent in the midst of their crime.
None can hold down the will of a bird,
Though the bird may be fierce and wild.
There is no jail to bind the thoughts,
For they are already bound by reason.
Free run these words we speak carelessly,
So meaningless and always so broken.
This prisoner’s only mistake was,
To speak the depths of his thoughts,
With words that cut as sharp as knives,
Icy cold, but only with the voice of truth.
These mistakes we make so kindly,
As though a lesson must be learned,
Yet learn nothing in the wake of darkness,
But the truth remains naught but the truth.
Yet, what is this truth spoken so bluntly,
When the words cannot move the world?
Nothing stands at the feet of power,
Where truth can be turned into lies.
No one cares to remember mere mortals,
When Gods are born to rule the world.
These Gods who hold power in their fists,
Yet care not as they sacrifice innocence.
Are they crimes committed in the face of these lies?
Or is it the voice of justice striving to be heard?
No matter the cause, the prisoners are lined up,
And shot in the head, one by one, for their voice.
*****
Can you spare a word or 5:http://senderupwords.wordpress.com/2010/09/23/new-muse/
Intoxicated as I am,
For once not the scotch, the wine or the beer,
Or some other vice,
No they may remain absent,
(unless over an Oyster dinner or dancing to excess)
Surely you are a pearl,
as my world reveals anew that it is my oyster,
No,
Intoxicated as I am,
I need not vice,
For why would I want to dull this sweet ascending allure,
No need,
New Muse,
This intoxication is much more powerful,
And has meaning beyond all else,
For there you stand,
Dressed to the nines,
Tickled lips and souls,
New Muse,
Wonderful Muse,
All my life I have wanted for nothing more,
(understanding again how Woody Allen does his thing)
(perhaps you’ll stay a little longer than Diane Keaton)
All my life,
And these words are my life,
I have been wounded time and again,
Though always searching for nothing more,
Than a Muse to alight my greatest enthrallments,
And lucky though I have been,
Perhaps fortune favors the bold,
It seems that words like these,
Have escaped me,
Since the time of Plato’s intellectual reign,
Or at least it feels that way,
Since Pancho escorted Quixote,
And I found an impossible dream,
New Muse,
Wonderful Muse,
Not a moment to soon,
As I enter the zenith of a writing cycle that has uplifted,
My darkened soul,
Not tardy at all,
(though you make me want to be late for everything save a date)
In fact,
Just in time,
As if a Japanese Motor Executive read my mind,
As here you are,
New Muse,
How am I excited by the way your eyes sparkle like a distant constellation,
How am I energized by the way your hands do grace my skin,
Evaporating any sense of consternation,
Save those that only pills can manage,
Shall we retire,
Into this mental dictionary,
Shall we retire,
(though never tiring)
into your Thesaurus,
Unearth the secrets that I long to write,
Reveal them here,
As Muse,
You have revealed that as one door closes,
Another is opened,
And that it is my choice,
My choice,
As to whether or not I will enter it,
Or continue to spin in the whirlwind of a revolving door,
Muse,
Though accidents are certain,
Here I can not believe,
That Fate, Destiny and Time,
Have revealed you here and now,
So that I may repel your disarming charms,
And you disarm me,
And you disarm me,
Alarmed by words I write,
Those flow from me like innocent revelations of my soul,
(and not so innocent cravings)
Muse,
Who communes with the inner workings of me,
In ways I’d never believed another could,
Accepting in me the faults that have driven others away,
Thus I wonder,
Though you are close,
And my writing sentiments are fulfilling,
Will you stay a while,
Let me bathe in your words,
Allow me the room to create what you inspire,
Bask in the glory held in the promise of this ceaseless flow,
Muse,
New Muse,
Intoxicated by you,
Excited more now that these words again can claim,
A piece I’d thought long died,
Emotional servitude and suicide,
But no more,
As I humbled before you,
Can not contain this childlike awe and excitement,
I implore,
Let me adore,
Help me soar,
Reveal to this world what I have in store,
Muse,
New Muse…
May I resign in your bosom,
Suckling from you,
Words,
Such as these.
I am at a loss for words,
Inebriated by timing,
And you.
*****
Celebrating A Year:http://mairmusic.wordpress.com/2010/09/24/week-101-talking-to-you-across-the-miles/
talking to you across the miles
typing to you the words in my
heart and I wonder does the sky
feel them passing or are my smiles
invisible and do the styles
of type chosen with care matter
at all to the clouds that gather
on the horizon do they know
we have gone everywhere yet no-
where and still can’t find an answer
*****
Trisha: http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/2010/09/20/free-soul/
one bird singing
sounds sweet
only for a while
not forever…..
a single strain
wins the heart
just like
a fleeting thought.
tunes play a symphony
birds sing a chorus
colors blend in harmony
to complete a picture
nature’s song is never solo
its all about blending n mixing
sweet harmony sung together
a complete symphony of the master
a painting of colors
chorus of songs
symphony of music
harmony of souls.
*****
Trisha: http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/2010/09/20/free-soul/
its foolish n naïve
to trod alone
when friends are waiting
to walk with you
right at the corner,
hold the hand
reaching out to you
with love and warmth
clasp it to heart
you will find a friend 4ever.
*****
Pinklady:http://pinklady-bing.blogspot.com/2010/09/thursday-poets-rally.html
mirror of myself
like i know you forever
sacred bond so strong
♥♥♥
sharing the same thoughts
kindred love was meant to be…
predestined to meet
♥♥♥
destined to be one
nothing can break us apart
eternal promise
*****
Kiera: http://kieraville.wordpress.com/2010/09/23/robot/
Buzz around me in the static
I hear this electric pulse
thrumming through my veins
Memories taped to the walls
of this cardboard box; photographic
evidence of another life. We wrote
our names in sand, you crossed mine
out: I can’t get back to the way I was.
*****
D:http://dcec.wordpress.com/2010/09/24/metaphor/
And now she gives me anguish,
Two times more,
I need morphine,
Heroine,
Or anything I could get my hands on.
Dress the wound,
Numb the pain,
Feel me bleed.
Guilty oblivion.
*****
Cerridwyn: http://cerridwyntiponi.wordpress.com/2010/09/02/cotton-candy-tufts/
Cotton candy tufts
Of cloud hang lazily in
Majestic blue skies.
*****
River:
http://adventuresinpoesy.wordpress.com/2010/09/21/at-dusk-it-begins%E2%80%A6-revised/
at Dusk, it Begins….
stillness shields the air and
parched earth from the humid day
it begins to lightly rain
a burst of light
brightens the dusk lit eve
diminishing the calm
announcing the arrival
from the West come winds
lifting trees into slow dance
echoes of thunder vibrate
beats from beneath
sprinkles grow to drops
the parched earth drinks
the wind picks up and howls
whipping the huge maple around
around in a frantic dance
reaching boundaries and limits
revealing truths of me
bolts of light explode in thought
forming silhouettes of trees
exposing their surrender
night engulfs day
unlocking the power
two forces explode
releasing their hold
the wind moves on
rain begins to slow
the horizon lights up
in a burst of electric white
scattered across the sky
a distant rumble fades
a smell grows of
new rains and
cleansed earth
renewed in life
imbued in me
once more
*****
Alex:http://r3m3mb3rm3-al3x.blogspot.com/2010/09/daydream.html
looking at the sky
and seeing things
that are not there
only glances of
reality appear
then melt away
and dissolve
into nothing
replaced by
your only peace
Angela:http://angelacohan321.wordpress.com/2010/09/15/the-promise/
The promise of a better future
The promise of an important purpose in life
The promise of deep, unconditional love
The promise of peace
The promise of good health
The promise of eternal optimism
The promise of nirvana
The promise of a new start
The promise of another sunshine;
Something has shifted beneath my feet
My reason to believe and hope against hope help ground me
I feel free and able to move toward a brighter destination
and accept the promise of a new day
*****
Heartspell: http://heartspell.wordpress.com/2010/09/23/a-friend-in-the-wind/
I felt the coolness in the air today
I made a request for it to stay
It felt so nice against my skin
I thought this breeze could be my friend
I felt the lightness in my heart
A great way for the day to start
On my bike, I became young and carefree
when friend breeze, chose to come along with me
*****
Deborah: http://deborahhorton.wordpress.com/2010/09/23/journey/
I’m sending you the ocean in a bottle
Open it
Let it loose
Set it free.
I’m sending you the shoreline
In an envelope
Let it out
With your doubts
Dive in with me.
*****
Ladynimue: http://ladynimue.wordpress.com/2010/09/24/dream-chase/
Into those dreams i fall
its a new one each day
each with fluid walls,
Into those dreams i fall.
Responding to unheard call,
towards darkness i make way,
Into those dreams i fall
its a new one each day.
Each dream though has you
hidden behind the dark veil,
not willing to see. but i do
since each dream has you.
you change faces, and voice too
can this hide your heart’s trail ?
Each dream of mine has you
hidden behind the dark veil.
One day, you know i will be there
in the darkness where you stand,
nothing you create gives me a scare
One day, you know i will be there
from my rage, you won’t be spared
your end i promise will be grand.
One day, you know i will be there
in the darkness where you stand
*****
Windchaser: http://hernamewaslaughter.wordpress.com/2010/09/07/ocean-in-a-bottle/
I’m sending you the ocean in a bottle
Open it
Let it loose
Set it free.
I’m sending you the shoreline
In an envelope
Let it out
With your doubts
Dive in with me.
*****
Victoria:http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2010/09/23/ear-worms-a-poem-for-jingles-poetry-rally/
The diagnosis sounds atrocious.
It hinges on repetition.
Songs that jingle in your head
make you wish that you were dead.
What’s the cause of this disease?
No one knows for certain.
Since the tunes don’t always please
they can leave you hurting.
You just confessed you do obsess
on this catchy melody:
“‘F-R-E-E, that spells free,’
rattles round inside of me.”
Just yesterday it went away,
I didn’t think of it at all
until that damn ad played again.
Don’t you know, it will not end?
“Cognitive itch”—that a son of a bitch,
could it be God’s call?
The message you were meant to get:
“It’s a Small World After All.”
They say that ear worms can’t be fought.
That only makes you angrier.
The more you scratch the more you itch
and bury it in your memory.
There’s not much that you can do
to stop these “aneurysms.”
Try to sing the whole damn song,
loud and clear, to pass it on.
When the “hum-bug” gets to you
try to find distraction.
until another one pops in.
Then it all begins again.
“Maim That Tune” you may recall,
means you’re normal after all.
*****
Bodhirose::http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2010/09/23/step-by-step/
Step by step I journey through this life,
climbing countless and steep mountains
of one foot after the other.
Only to stumble and go tumbling down
to come to the place of where I now rest.
Go on, go on,
keep up, keep up!
No matter the deep, depressive darkness
that may envelop me,
or the brilliant light of peaceful knowing,
I am be-coming…
one
step
at
a
time,
at the perfect pace.
*****
Shoelessboywonder:http://shoelessboywonder.wordpress.com/2010/09/20/writers-block/#comments
Staring at a blank page
Unwritten words tease me
Like an actor on the stage
Frights are all I can see
Doubt of everything fades in
Nothing becomes my value
As these words twist and spin
Unable to know what to do
Joy is hard to find
Misery is hard to forget
Depression makes me blind
So tomorrow I live in regret
Never getting anything done
Stress becomes impossible to bare
This pressure weights a ton
Trying to remember why I care
I am ill in my own mind
And its poisoning my soul
Unable to relax, unwind
Reality takes its bitter toll
Words plague me like disease
There is no cure for this sickness
No way to one day wake up at ease
All I can do is fight this weakness
One day I fear no words will come
And on that day I shall fade
As to writer’s block i finally succumb
Forever to live behind its shade
*****
Kristen:http://www.livinginthemiddle.com/2010/09/writing-poem.html
Words assemblage
Inside the curse and the blessing
A writer’s myriad of emotions fall
Showered like Leonid Niagara.
Wounds temporarily open
Draft not too succinctly
Revision is certain
Desired sentiment more than image
Worked and reworked.
Agony to ecstasy
Not always achieved
Relief not always felt
Pain hovering over its creator
A black cloud
A most impetuous storm threatens
Edged to a precipice.
Choosing to leaving the area
Protected only by new thought
Elapsed time is anyone’s guess.
Suddenly a candle flickers positive directional light
Immediacy must not be halted or delayed
Extinguishment its devastation
Flicker providing promise.
Banging characters
Deleting Expletives
Aggrandizing locutions
Finally words flow.
Nearing its completion
Leonid’s Niagara transforms
Stars and water now resemble
Gold pieces for the pocket
Completed and appreciated
By even one is its prize.
*****
Kimberly:http://klarocca2010.wordpress.com/2010/09/21/a-poets-song
I live in verse
I think in rhyme
Thinking, rhyming
All the time
The sadness that you all may see
It’s all poetry to me
The happiness your feeling now
Turns into rhyme for me somehow
I don’t know how
Or even why
It sings to me from deep inside
And it makes up
The best of me
Living, breathing poetry
*****
Robin: http://robinelizabeth58.wordpress.com/2010/09/15/youll-always-be-week29poetrally/
I was thinking,
Maybe sinking,
On the edge of my bed,
I was dreaming,
Maybe screaming,
With a rain cloud overhead.
So if it’s my point,
That I’m afraid you’ll lose me,
Then is it your point,
That you’ll never leave me,
Even if I cry so much,
That I now create my own sea?
Because together we could create,
A world all of our own.
I’ve already got the ocean and it’s tide,
The rain clouds overblown,
I just need your blue skies not to hide,
And the Light that you have shown.
We could let the birds sing their own song,
The squirrels play all day long.
We could watch the fish swim back and forth,
Chase the ducks back to the north,
Help the newborn critters not to fall,
Pray to God in thanks for all.
I was thinking,
Maybe too much,
About the things I miss the most.
I was dreaming,
Maybe too long,
About the things we used to do…
*****
Lu Ann: http://likesomepassingafternoon.blogspot.com/2010/09/empty.html
We are sitting at this table, the perfectly white cloth is laughing at both of us…
You cannot look at me for more than two seconds at a time, as if my face makes you recall our ethereal past.
I stare at you, then I stare at my food: nothing I had not eaten before.
But when I look up I see your blue eyes staring at me… is it my imagination or are they more bluish than what they used to be?
You know I’m fragile, you know your eyes cause me fear. I was never able to bear them.
So why don’t you stop looking at me?
It is quite funny that we ended up here: sitting at the same table, eating at the same restaurant and working for the same company.
So I must gather some inner strength to look at you before you finally see me through.
Eyes never lie, and yours still ask me why.
Why? Because I could, because I can, because I did.
I was never too clever, but today my head seems to be in the right place, that is why I look at you for the last time, I sigh and then I stand up.
But when I’m right at your side you wrap your hand in my arm.
I stay quiet and still. Should I dare to move?
Slowly your hand goes down until it reaches my hand.
I know words were never my fortress and I know this time I won’t need to tell you anything, because you’re about to find out why I cannot stay any longer.
So when your fingers get intertwine with mine you feel something cold in my finger.
You seem surprised, yes, it is a ring.
I am getting married to someone who aren’t you, someone who could never be you.
But I do not need to say it, because I know you’re way much clever than me.
As I expected but contrary to who you are, you let go my hand, then you drive your glass to your lips and take the final sip.
Your glass is empty now, three years have gone and you’ve got nothing left to say.
I walk away.
*****
Chris G.:http://cianphelan.wordpress.com/2010/09/23/if-only-for-a-little-while/
Those who ever seek to see
will never bring their thoughts to be.
Those who always claim the highest peak
but never give their lives to seek,
will never live beyond the meek.
Those who always strain to hear
but never lend an open ear,
will disappear, unable to persevere.
Those who swim within a sea of dreams
but never bathe within reality’s streams,
will never feel the sunlight’s beams.
Those who will forever wait
and always fear a change of state,
will always bear eternal weight.
Those who always wear a thorny crown,
but never seek to break the frown,
will drown, in their own renown.
And those who always smile, never life beguile,
will be happy, if only for a little while.
*****
Raji:http://thepoetrywagon.blogspot.com/2010/09/souvenir.html
Tears
Aching
Broken heart
Crushed hope smashed dreams,
The sad souvenir of falling in love.
*****
Sillyfrog:http://sillyfrogsusan.wordpress.com/2010/09/22/droplets
If I traveled to this moment
And touched the morning dew
Then I would disturb it
What am I to do?
If I stop to aid a stranger
Was I supposed to care?
I wouldn’t have offered
If I hadn’t been there.
If I’m gone yet not forgotten
Am I stronger far away?
Footprints aren’t forever
Unique is every day.
It matters not to worry
Rules are known to ebb and flow.
Droplets have no color
Without reflections from below.
*****
“I’ve got piano innards”
Not unlike, “I’ve got a cup
of brown sugar” or “you
need baking soda or baking
powder to fill your
spoon, neighbor?”
“I’ve got piano innards”
abandoned by the host
the body the sound provider
Its music may no longer
be bitten into, the crumbs
no longer fall upon the
blue-green Formica table top
“You’ve got piano innards?”
he queried? “Truly? So do
I!” Ping and pong,
surprising this never even
remotely thought of owning
piano innards listener.
“I don’t own any piano innards”
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
“Oh”
“Oh”
Giggles….
*****
Carolina: http://unprecedentedintellectual.wordpress.com/2010/05/11/sad-state-of-affairs/
A sad state of affairs was when
A blind man was appointed
To be the lookout
A deaf man was asked
To hear the people’s cries
The one who couldn’t speak
The people’s spokes person
Who better to express the people’s feeling
The charismatic invisible man
Being a man we all look up to
To represent the people.
A sad state of affairs
Wouldn’t you agree
Ah! politicians they do know what is best
Especially for us mere citizens
Where would we be without them.
*****
Dancing Freak:http://harshikaram.wordpress.com/2010/09/23/you-make-me-smile-thursday-rally-week-29/
There are very few things that make me smile,
I know you’ll walk a mile to see that smile.
Your sparkling eyes make me smile,
Your ” i love you” makes me smile.
Your lovely lips make me smile,
Your kiss on my forehead makes me smile.
Your every touch makes me smile,
Your tight hug just makes me smile.
Your physical presence makes me smile,
Just seeing your face makes me smile.
Your lovely voice makes me smile,
Your funny nose makes me smile,
Your soft chest makes me smile,
Holding your warm hands make me smile,
Your unruly hair makes me smile,
Knowing that your always mine makes me smile.
*****
Purvi:https://puplumages.wordpress.com/2010/09/15/fragrant-notes-of-the-night/
While melting into the bed,
she slips a glance out of the window
And catches a stunning glimpse
merging with her own shadow..
The lilies stand in silence
like testimonies of time
Hanging their heads,
their drooping bells do not tinkle,
they do not chime.
The perfumeries of white jasmine
Penn sweet silent notes
to the blue-black night
Bathed in serene stillness,
the moon glistens like a drop of pearl,
luminous
from behind the curled clouds that hide
A handful of shiny stars,
a sprinkle of rain,
a pinch of glowing memories,
a twinkle of moments that never show again..
The fragrance of roses
lingers on the borders
in mute admiration
Hinting on the notes
of the music of the heart..
Spreading
the scent of love’s sensation.
*****
Purvi: http://puplumages.wordpress.com/2010/08/19/metaphor/
If death were a metaphor
to the end of all sufferings,
Why must they pass/carry on/be endured
as next birth’s offerings?
*****
Katharine Saw Poetry:http://kashaw.wordpress.com/2010/09/12/the-beginning-by-k-a-shaw-2010/i
The alarm bell is screaming, it’s loud to my ears
My heart is pulsating quickly, I am crying invisible tears
The sweat is dripping from my brow
I need to get out of here! I need to get out now!
The corridor lights are absent, they have been disallowed
I weave my way through the worried, frightened crowd
I too, am scared, I need to get out
The hotel lobby is full of people rushing about
Thank god I am on the bottom floor
I struggle to get my case, out of the fire door
Dragging my hefty case; along on its two wheels
People around me oblivious, to the secret that it conceals
I have never felt so timorous before
Curse that damn, wretched bloody jaw
Hurrying through the crazed crowd, to the outside
Needing to get out of sight, needing somewhere to hide
The suitcase is making a buffeting sound
As I drag it clumsily over the cobbled ground
The weight in the case is making my arm strain
Storm clouds brewing in the sky, it starts to rain
I arrive at my car, force open the boot
Struggle to off load my crippling, ill gained loot
I am so relived that no one can see me
As most of the guests are outside the hotel lobby
In my head are vivid pictures of a mutilated whore
The sky darkens even more, the rain turns to a torrential down pour
I put the car into first gear
I am sure there is a forest some where near
I put my foot to the floor, spin off in a panic
The car lurches forward, wheels spinning manic
Hail hits of the windscreen, like bullets from a gun
I watch the residue, as down my windscreen it does run
Lighting strikes, thunder rumbles, hail stones pour down
I am so anxious; on my face I wear a frown
My windscreen wipers move wildly from left to right
Suddenly I get blinded from a flash of light
Slamming my foot to the brake
To the left, a quick swerve I involuntary make
The side of the car clips a tree
Why the hell does shit like this always happen to me?
My life used to be so great
Now my life I have grown to hate.
Many years ago I thought everything would be fine
How things have a changed over time
*****
Hello, everyone!
Promising Poets Parking Lot is excited to publish the 6th poetry journal of the week-Sept 23-29 celebrating remarkable ending of Thursday Poets Rally week 29 All our poets are brilliant artists who have been excellent writers and poetry promotion leaders…We are proud that we have about up to two dozens 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 30
Will
take place during the week
October 7-13
A post about the detailed information of the Rally will be up on
October 6, 2010 at
http://www.jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com…
more than 80 poets with 86 entries poets
You will be allowed to submit 1 to 3 poems for Poets Rally beginning week 30.
