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Poets Rally Week 36 Will Be Held during December 30, 2010-January 5, 2011..
Industrialarts: http://industrialarts.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/thursday-poetry-rally-week-35-entry/
she said my eyes were hazed over
lost in another place
not quiet back to us here
where was I?
where did my mind drift to?
my lids close
I am swallowed with the dark
I exhale and the putrid smoke
from my incessant smoking
billows out of my lungs
it fills the space around me
its tentacles wrap and snap
forming circles around faces
that jeer and jest
laughing at me
I reach out at them
slashing trying in vain to destroy them
to blow away the smoke
with a simple swipe of my hands
never do I get
to anywhere but nowhere
futile until the end
languid and limp
my body goes
I float above the pool
silently running
streaming out across the expanse
I hear nothing but the ripples
and my body floats nearer
and nearer until
I am as close as I can be
my nose almost touches it
my breath is what ripples it
my own echo is all I can see
then the pool goes black
and a monster reaches out from the depths
it grabs at me at the back of my head
and pulls me under
holding me there
as my lungs fill with water
and all the air from within escapes in small bubbles
I cough up my blood
everything goes dim
my eyes open to the glow of a fire
yellows and reds billowing up
wisps of smoke out the chimney
a fireplace of stone comes into focus
a wood floor comes into view
I am laying again beside her
covered in perspiration and sweat
sheets soaked through
my bones worn thin
my hallowed eyes look up at her
she is pensive but unforgiving
frowning at me
i look into her eyes
and it is me that i see
staring back at me
and i am frowning too
this mirrored self lunges forth and grows large
it claws at me and drags myself
back into the bleak watery pool
that lies within she
and with a splash
i am back
treading water up to my chin
sloshing about
looking everywhere about me
for something to save me
however slim the chase is
but nothing and no one
is there with me
I am alone
and I realize
the monster is me
lightning flashes
over me and off unto the distant horizon
the sky above me is a storm
I walk along a road
an old state highway
that runs a straight line from one vista until the next
two lanes separated by yellow dashes in a line
there are no cars to pick me up
I walk alone
my head down not looking up
rain drops from the storm clouds above me
tickle my face
soak my clothes
even my boots are squishy
I have had enough
so I scream up at the sky
why, why, why do you make me want to die?
and with a loud boom the rain comes down harder
and I drop my hands
put my chin on my chest
and stand there
the desert filling up around me with the constant raining
until everything around me is a dark dull blue
and my breath makes it ripple
Leo: http://leonnyes.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/if-only-i-had-the-time/
Incomplete dreams wait
Fashioning into reality
Once, woven by threads
Nestled deep in mind
Long have the stitching
Yearned for unraveling
Impossible, they aren’t
Hard done by each tick
Against me, lost these
Desires seem within me
Talismanic, my dreams
Hiding themselves, an
Emergence they await
Trapped, in two words,
“If only”, my life passes
Momentarily its wishes
Etched in a sand grain
Poetry of the soul: http://laurenmichelleotheim.wordpress.com/2010/12/23/artic-chill/#comments
Stepping into my room is like entering Antarctica
A lone island separated and cold
The temperature drops from the rest of the house
And I wonder if I wouldn’t rather have the smaller, warmer place.
After all, Hawaii attracts more people than Antarctica ever did.
But in the daytime the polar ice caps create
There are mountainous regions to explore
With frozen tundra of which I am the lone inhabitant
Surrounded by a sea-filled multitude of ideas.
I watch the blue whales frolic in the corkscrew crest of foam.
Dennis: http://dennisgopoems.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-thought-i-knew-what-i-was-dreaming.html
I thought I knew
What I was dreaming:
The night time walks
And daytime talks
The future pledged of seeing;
The midnight phone calls
And certain gewgaws
The heart defined of meaning;
The swapping letters
And evening ventures
No longer seem existed;
The solemn promise
The spirit noticed
Refined and all retracted.
But all seems false
And love seems vain
I have no words of truce,
I’ll drudge myself
In scattered pieces
And paint them with my youth.
Thinking with an open mouth:http://thinkingwithanopenmouth.blogspot.com/2010/08/butterfly-won.html
He’d been running around the yard chasing
a little yellow butterfly and though he tried,
he just could not catch it. It seemed as though
it enjoyed his attention, flying only just beyond
the death of his clapping little hands, but despite
the calling and the trotting and his mouth wide
with smile and busy little breaths – the butterfly won,
finding its way to the afternoon of some other yard,
leaving him to watch empty-handed through the
broken eye of an old wooden fence.
Jamie Dedes: http://musingbymoonlight.com/2010/12/17/below-the-sky-above-the-river/
We sat here a million years ago
on this hilltop above the river.
We asked our questions of the moon.
We sustained our bodies on cloud vapor,
and filled our spirits with starlight.
It’s many eons now since you left
to stand as a tree on a tropic isle.
I have flitted there and back again,
finding our curious queries still sage.
The golden moon is yet our intimate.
The wisdom today is the old wisdom:
no blame below boundless sky
nor above this resounding river.
Scent of my heart: http://scentofmyheart.wordpress.com/2010/10/12/please/
The scream inside of me leads me to insanity,
the sound of it somewhat withdrawn and so unreal blurs it all.
The voice out loud I tried to reach you with, but never did.
The words so clearly said, not with letters but with sigh,
I beg you, please don’t send them back to me,
I have no space in my soul to fit them in.
The ocean that’s ahead of me so deep, so unsurpassed,
the mountain that’s in front of you an obstacle so high,
I ask you please don’t make me swim, don’t make me climb,
I have no strength, no breath or desire left for this.
I speak. No. I whisper, with my lips sealed with your last kiss.
I want to say. No. I won’t. My hope will fly to tell you,
that time difference has captured me in prison
and my nights fractured into two, have no end and no start either.
And when the sun goes down here, please,
please wake up and come to me!
Fyodor Lewis:http://fyodorlewis.blogspot.com/2010/12/sounds-of-fate.html
A roll of the dice
A flip of the coin
Red plastic cubes bouncing erratically
Across a felt-lined table
A metallic coin spinning end over end
In over oxygenated air
Thump.
Clunk.
They come to a stop
And you find yourself here
Free to flip or roll
Or stay and choose.
Yet perhaps your choice
Is but another’s roll
Across some cosmic table
Or flip
In some darksome void
“Nonsense!
I choose to flip or roll.”
Thump.
Clunk.
Thoughts not lost:http://thoughtsnotlost.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/follow/
Following ’round.
So close to the ground. That rain cloud…
…quit following me ’round.
Bound to let up…this rain cloud.
…quit following me ’round.
Bound to let up…bound to let up.
This rain cloud…
..quit following me ’round.
Burst through sun…
…follow me ’round.
High above ground…
…follow me ’round…
Chase rain clouds…sun of mine..
…let me up…let me up…
…rain clouds bow to sun.
That sun of mine…
…always follow me ’round.
Heather:http://heathergracestewart.com/2010/12/14/words/
You’re texting him and he’s texting her;
You know how it goes, mostly a blur;
Calling me geeky, or maybe just strange.
They’re just words,
But they’ll last for days.
You post a photo, a few words, not more;
They’ll laugh so hard when I walk through that door.
Calling me gay; one of the queers.
They’re just words,
But they’ll last for years.
Text it, blog it, put it on Twitter.
They’re just lies. They’re just litter.
You’re a bully on a bus
with a prepaid phone, and words.
Just words.
Is that all you’ve got?
Someday I’ll be stronger, with all this behind me,
Someday I’ll shine brighter, my true love beside me,
And you’ll be paying the same old fare;
Just a bully on a bus marked
Going Nowhere.
In about 20 years, I know the story,
You’ll come up to me with a phony “sorry.”
Wishing you’d made something out of yourself.
They’re just words,
But, somehow, they’ll help.
I’ll smile sweetly, try not to stare
at your sad old eyes and thinning hair.
Seeing the jealousy in your gaze;
You’ll have no words,
No words for days.
Text it, blog it, put it on Twitter.
They’re just lies. They’re just litter.
You’re a bully on a bus
with a prepaid phone, and words.
Just words.
Is that all you’ve got?
Someday I’ll be stronger, with all this behind me,
Someday I’ll shine brighter, my true love beside me,
And you’ll be paying the same old fare;
Just a bully on a bus marked
Going Nowhere
You’re going nowhere.
Cloaked Monk: http://cloakedmonk.wordpress.com/2010/12/12/ghost-town/
small, still voice of wind,
tossing my tumbleweed-thoughts
that roll through a ghost town.
here, my safety has been
abandoned to the rats and mice
that hide from revelation,
distrusting that light
so much that they will not stay
and visit. the locks and guns
have been jammed by mud-caked
memories of injustice,
in the sheriff’s office.
the hollow-hallow notes of the
player-piano silent
except for the collapsing
frame that drops pieces of itself
crashing onto the discordant keys,
creating a nightmare sound of
happiness twisted into grief,
twisted into a mockery of joy,
in the saloon.
the telegraph does not speak
into the future, the wires
have frayed and disconnected
from the source of consolation,
reality has dissolved letters of love
or news of the war and the
beloved sears & roebuck catalog,
in the post-office.
the ghost town disgusts me.
especially when the wind is
blowing and changing all that
i know into something unknown
ripping the roof apart and causing
the cacophony of noises to come
in from all directions telling
me, what? untrustworthy voice!
so small and still or
so big and booming
telling me to tear the walls apart
bare-handed until my fingers
become bloody stubs and
yet you insist that i see you,
listen to you, the wind destroying
the small community of barn owls
and bats that i have built in my
ghost town. i do not want to hear
you. the owls and bats are my
saving grace.
Robin: http://rrel.wordpress.com/2010/06/25/unspoken/
unspoken words
speak above
emptying your soul
to me
but i know your secrets
i’m in you
the missing stone on your path
find me at the edge
near the bridge i see you on now
in the cold
you see me waiting
with your words
don’t ever change who you are
Pat: http://patcegan.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/soar-with-me/
There comes a point
in one’s life
when we must choose.
No decision
is a choice
to let others choose for us.
Better to make a poor decision,
which, after all, may not be,
than give away our heritage.
You have a choice
to suspend disbelief,
or remain in a world
that leaves you longing.
Which will it be,
a world of unlimited possibilities
or stories repeated?
Here is my hand,
take that step.
Soar with me.
Papo:http://papotalk.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/lady-lover/
oh lesbian lover
(woe) how you break my heart,
you call me to break you off
yet you leave when I “call you out” of the dark,
you’ve built a comfort level
that isn’t healthy or very smart,
I love you too much to let you go
that why I take my hit & play my part..
I out loud tell you
im going to take you & keep you
and I have a feeling inside
your waiting for me to do it,
whether you understand or unknowing know
my situation
hasn’t turned around
which is why I havent actually proved it,
so I figured
our lapse in communication
would push you away to find another objection
and make a move on over to it,
yet here I am
still hearing from you
as a reminder not to give up
and keep on getting to IT
Shamika:http://shamikalashawn.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/world-conqueror/
He is a student, says his backpack,
filled to bursting with supplies and heavy school books
a studious person too, say the table and chair in the library
where he sits everyday in the mornings and during lunch
and a loner too
say the hallways and paths in the school familiar with
his hurried step and determined pace, seldom with another’s
but not a person for talking, says the silent phone
in his house which rarely rings for him.
A suppliant girl watches him,
say the hairs on the back of his head
and she follows him sometimes,
say the heels on his feet who notice her body,
and her wary pace pursuing their own.
Conversation is forced, say the sweaty palms
and the timid voice in the girl’s throat.
And the relationship transparent.
It is lonely here, says the bench on which he eats his lunch.
No one knows him, says the phone book
in the front pocket of his backpack.
The classrooms and hallways
say his life is not meant for people
the thoughts in his head say
there is no room for a girl.
And the girl? – a hopeless fanatic,
A reacher for the unreachable with a one track mind,
A persistent suitor.
Stalker,
they say.
Julie Jordan Scott:http://juliejordanscott.typepad.com/jjspoetry/2010/12/the-dead-woman-poem-1.html
The dead woman does not grumble when traffic seems to stretch
the distance between her car and her destination.
She rises above the car, the traffic, the grumbling.
She uses the windshields as stepping stones, equal
opportunity Toyota Corolla, Ford Escape, ironic Escalade Hybrid
of glistening garnet red.
The dead woman looks into the faces of the mother and
daughter, ripe from Christmas Shopping.
The Daughter squirms in her seat: bored, listless, filled
with questions she is afraid to ask.
The Mother hears dialogue in her head of disappointments
and dreams unfulfilled until
her mind contorts into prayer, shouting silently to
whatever God will listen.
The dead woman speaks a silent prayer aloud that
only Divinity hears.
The daughter looks into the eyes of the Dead Woman,
seeing her silence in the dark night.
Mutedpoetchoo:http://mutedpoetchoo.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/slave-of-love/
The other side
Behind the line where she now resides
contemplating with her heart
she separates her flesh
center chest
to pull in opposite directions
exposing the heart
the soft spot of her paradise
for you to suspend time
fused
becoming mainstream in her melody of love
harmonizing with the very touch of her love
she’s shackled to your every molecule
a slave to your soul
while lose’n her own
consequential
in the thought of leaving
running away
she whips herself repeatedly
Rachel: http://www.rhymemeasmile.blogspot.com/2010/12/whoville-spirit.html
Recently a thought wandered onto my mind’s windowsill.
What ever happened to the cheerful citizens of Whoville?
They’re famous worldwide for outsmarting The Grinch.
They make feeling Christmas cheer seem like it’s a cinch.
I wonder if the Whovillians have spread out among us?
Or are they singing carols as a choir on a traveling bus?
Wherever they are, we need their help un-grinching us.
Somewhere, sometime, someone loved that mean old Grinch.
They too wished the thought of Christmas would make people flinch.
No one should feel inspired to power their lights with an electric eel.
Presents, or lack thereof, should be able to produce the right feel…
as long as you’re convinced you must have some unobtainable deal.
I imagine he first sought to make the most desired children’s toy.
Thinking that through their popularity he’d control Christmas joy.
Perhaps he invented one of the first board games?
Or maybe the yo-yo or remote control airplanes?
Silly putty, his invention it probably was not.
Tonka Trucks I bet he liked a whole lot.
He probably never got his own story until now,
because he triumphed before that first crash of the Dow.
After that, like-minded grinchsters abounded.
Shortly thereafter, consumer America was founded.
Whovillians were possibly the only ones astounded.
Everyone else seemed happier to fight a stranger for the new My Little Pony,
than to make decorative trim for the Christmas tree with tricolor macaroni.
Suddenly gone was the spirit needed to make a Fenway Park gingerbread house.
No desire remained for paper snowflakes of Darth Vader or Mickey Mouse.
Year after year, this new attitude has flourished.
Despite constantly feeling consumer malnourished.
Oh how much fun this Christmas would be,
if all over America the Whoville spirit we could see.
So please shop online if you can’t behave in public.
Buy prank gift boxes for the holidays if you’re comedy cultic.
If you don’t enjoy crowds, get a cabin somewhere rustic.
We must not let the Grinch loving people take over.
We must do more than wish on a four leaf clover.
No matter what holiday you celebrate this time of year.
I hope your themed decorations are shining loud and clear.
Try not to let present giving interfere with family time.
Remember the grinch is winning every time you whine.
Let your heart and the Whoville spirit intertwine.
Faith A Geek: http://blueepicgeek.wordpress.com/2010/12/22/thursday-poets-rally-entry/
I used to hate pain
But now it’s all I feel
I used to hate black
Now it’s all I see
I used to bask in the light
Now I gaze at the light from the dark
I used to think life could get better
Now I realize how stupid I was to not accept what I had
I used to think I never had a best friend
Now I realize I let the best one I ever had go
I used to be afraid of what I would be
Now that I’m here I realize I shouldn’t have worried
I used to think that you must be insane to hurt yourself
Now I think I must be insane
I used to think I would never ever do that not if my life depend on it
Now I can’t stop and my life doesn’t even depend on it
I used to think that people cared
Now I don’t even care
I used to smile cuz I was happy
Now I smile to hide the tears
I used to scorn those who I thought pretended to be sad
Now I walk in their shoes
I used to hate makeup
Now I understand why some wear it
I used to tell people that it wasn’t so hard to be happy
Now I’m hoping I didn’t ruin those peoples’ lives
I used to be myself
Now I wonder who I ever was
I used to hate pain
But now it’s all I ever feel
I used to hate black
But now It’s all I see
Juliajs:http://juliajs.wordpress.com/2010/12/23/maybe/
Maybe I should crawl away
And bury this, my mind.
Maybe I should try to fail,
And then succeed each time.
Maybe I should lie awake,
Or cry myself to sleep.
Maybe I should give it up
And pour another drink.
Maybe, maybe, maybe,
All these maybes in my mind,
But the maybe that I long for
Is the hope I dare not find.
A lattern from the moon:http://kirunastamell.net/2010/12/20/a-lantern-for-the-moon/
The moon has come alive tonight
like the light has been switched on
Someone made a wish on it
and turned its sparkle on
An acrobatic dream play
Comes peeping through the cracks
We are gathered watching
and are pulling back the blacks.
A man’s darkest night is courting
Trapped on the other side
He will lose it all
on this roller coaster ride
A fog of diamond fragments,
His mind is filled with fallen stars
These shards of glitter have come breaking
exploding through his scars
His wife has long since left him
And a storm blew his world away
A war and modern times
made it all begin to fray
He savors his lost love
a wedding cake of the past
His shattered mind, is passing
stories ruptured by a blast
A tragic Tivoli betrayal
of false electric lights
warped dishonest mirrors
and a tombola of delight
Like joyful spirits spying
Let’s watch his life un-knit
let’s hold for him a vigil
and pray his moon stays lit
Welcome to this magic place
For this story we can see
because he’s muddled up the stars
for the eyes of you and me
A theatre or a looking glass,
where dreams come to live and die…
Where even we the audience
cannot spot the lie;
For we too have confused,
the curtain for the sky.
Wanjiku:http://wanjikumwaurah.wordpress.com/2010/12/23/moon-lit-sky/
I am
taken aback by the beauty
bent forward in delirious laughter
winking mischievously
sighing softly at the beauty inside me
I am
a lover of the night sky
a friend to the stars high
the seer of the galaxies running in the wild
I am
a friend to the singing crickets
a soul mate to the burning insect
the desire of the blind owl shunned by my fore-fathers
I am
the silent whistle of the tree
the loud silence in the night
the dark in the sky
I am
light
wind
darkness
all blended into one
I am of the dark night
I am Faith
Meirozavian:http://meirozavian.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/the-very-first-moment/
The very first moment I saw you
you made my heart beat at the cool day
I can’t stop thinking of you
and deep in my heart I knew
that you are the one I’ve waited for
You are so lovely
your smile lights up my entire spirit
your presence warm around the room
you are made especially for me
heaven knows that I am happy
I’ll be beside you where ever you go
I’ll be around when ever you want
nothing can keep me from getting to you
no distance can part us of being together
forever………and……….ever
Then I realized, you face me in cynical
But… why, I don’t understand
tell me….., please tell me…….
then you said : … keep dreaming, I wont be yours
forever………and……….ever
As The Raven Flies: http://autumnraven.wordpress.com/2010/12/21/thursday-poets-rally-week-35/
It’s so very cold
Where did all the warmth go?
It was all imagination
The product of desperate creation
With the cold the gift of nothing
Better to be numb than feel this something
But that’s just another lie
Add another to the pile
Turn to blood, turn to tricks
Whatever you need to get your fix
But the warmth is creeping in
Time to feel the pain again
The ice is thawing on her skin
A tiny burn as life flows in
A little warmth the only desire
But the burn turns into fire
They tell her it won’t last forever
It only means she’s getting better
But the only thing she feels is pain
They must be lying to her again
She wants to go back to being frozen
But she’s so tired of being broken
She fears what’s left is black and bare
That either way she will die there
So many thoughts as healing begins
Hard to believe it’s not the end
How do you heal what’s left behind?
It seems so very much has died.
Eventually that bridge will be crossed
Rather burn it and give up what is lost
I guess this is what its like
To stay cold to long and get frost bite.
Alice’s Wonderland: http://blakoleander.wordpress.com/2010/12/20/obsession/
Your lips I crave to envelop mine
I long for your sweetness to flow into me,
To fill me with warmth never felt.
I long for your arms to cover me with the love of you.
Our hearts to beat as one as we hold each other.
We are one.
Your voice flows like treacle and is as sweet as honey.
My ears rejoice as I hear the music of your laughter
The joy that comes from your heart.
I wish to be yours, yours forever.
Nyx: http://nyxsblog.wordpress.com/2010/12/18/it-came-upon-the-midnight-clear/
It came upon the midnight clear
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
It rose up through lake and frozen mere,
And spread across the world,
It traveled through and left a mark,
That continued through the years,
All tuned an ear and turned to hark,
The music through their fears,
Before their eyes, the moon came down,
Untouched and pure as she,
And laid a kiss upon their crown,
And let them all go free,
Then the light once more retreated,
Under the water of the mere,
An event ne’er to be repeated,
One that all man, he must revere,
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
It rose up through lake and frozen mere,
And spread across the world.
Writing towards happy:http://writingtowardshappy.wordpress.com/2010/12/18/i%E2%80%99ll-be-home-for-christmas/
I’ll Be Home for Christmas
See the color
Feel his fingers, his breath
Bathroom floor
Tears flowing
All I want is a family.
I want someone to take care of me
To love me
To fight with
To sit quietly with
My dad.
I just want my dad.
Little trees
Pine needles
Running Away
Space People
Nurses’ Stations
Wristbands
The floors
The ceiling –
Laundry.
(deep breath)
Laundry.
I miss my dad.
For What he was
What he wasn’t
What he could’ve been
What he taught through the silence I’m not sure I’ll ever learn
But I’m still grateful for it.
Why didn’t you stay on that mountain?
Why did you choose to come home?
Your life from my view is a map I don’t want to follow
But it’s my map.
I don’t get to choose.
Did you like jazz music?
What helped you get through it all?
I’m pretty sure it was your space people.
Crazy keeps us alive.
When I hugged you, could you let go or did you not want to?
I love you.
I want you to love me too.
So I put on a face and everything seems alright.
But inside I die
A little more each night.
I am sitting in a bathroom terrified of my life.
It’s just life
But it’s so much more than that.
This is IT.
Don’t you get it?
I’m not coming back.
There aren’t any do-overs.
I’m scared…
So scared.
S- wants me to sing tonight.
She knows it makes me feel better.
I don’t want to be on display.
I just want to be held.
Please, God.
Comfort me.
I am a child in need. -
I am worried about S- leaving.
I’m so scared of losing her.
So scared.
So scared.
Last night at the W-?
I am scared.
And I can’t seem to pull it together.
Thomas: http://tandero.wordpress.com/2010/12/18/foreign/
Foreign forces come a calling
while I slumber, dreams enthralling,
ponder softly, simply, frailly,
all the lost forgotten lore.
Deeply broken, something soothing
a long since past forgotten hole,
wholly empty aching silence,
wretched hollow sunburnt core.
Hallowed sacred, calling outward,
looking for anointing oils;
none come calling, ever helping,
asking nothing, all recoil.
Constant heartache, simple suffering,
gone and lost beyond control.
Why you hate me, why you slate me
for this torture I endure.
I asked not for it, what you give me,
tried my best; resisted more
than most could muster, silence suffer,
ever-growing forgotten lore.
God you took me, broke me, beat me,
brought me to the edge and back!
Why you do this, put it in my
mind and gave me it to lack!
Keeps on coming, distracted loosely,
still unquenched by these insides,
your humble stabbing, wrathful salving,
burned with love lust evermore!
NotaTamelion:http://notatameblog.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/jefferson/
A crooked line pointing past these
given answers
once so definitive
A crooked man a
shameless slavemaster
becomes the source
the author
of a freedom that
Sets the world on fire
Jefferson in his study
among
his books
his silhouettes
his inventions
A seeming guileless hypocrisy
this crooked mountain man
pointing us on
past the answers
To the questions
which
if asked
will bring us to the
self-evident truths
That will make us
who we are–who he was–meant to be
IBEINGME: http://iambeingme.wordpress.com/2010/12/11/she-believes-in/
She believes in unicorns
and fairies in the mist.
she believes elves are real
and give Santa an assist.
She believes that trolls live
underneath a bridge.
She believes she could fly
jumping off a ridge.
She believes that fairy tales
hold a ring of truth.
She believes all the stories
they told her in her youth.
She believes most anything
that she can dream of.
The only thing she can’t believe
is that she’ll ever be in love.
A. B. Thomas: http://abthomas.wordpress.com/2010/08/30/negation/
Why doest thou employ winter’s iced collar
Bind taut to choke out demand’d ask
Of summer’s fall without noised exit?
The turn of the back
The sting’d hiss of a snicker
Tis but the slightest of thing
The serrated non-stare of interest most dys
Carving deep as the sun’s crisp shards cauterize
Memory’d laughter kill’t
Crimson splash’d grey entrail of destiny shared
Lay upon the foreground spill’t
Nullify
Dysengage
Evaporate
Why hast dry’d golden honey to be suckled
Once coat’d thick cream upon thine lips
Ere now naught but honeycomb’d wax
Negated left to parch arid landscape formerly lush
But travel’d unwise to the foulness of errant footfall
Lifeless
Awry
Unimport as I
Layla James:http://iamlaylajames.wordpress.com/2010/12/09/poem-4/
I sit and wait
I wait and wait
for you to come near
I sit and pray
I pray, I pray
that I will hold you dear
I sit and think
I think and think
Will you please stay?
You stand and walk away from me
like I was yesterday.
I cannot let you win like this
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t
Your actions torment my soul
So I express it through rant.
Your power comes over me
like an ocean and its wave
Our jaded relationship
Is something in which
I cannot save
I search elsewhere
For love spoils me deep
I walk the streets alone at night
and whisper in my sleep
I’m not myself, alone or not
I belong to the night
Hades has taken over my body
I drown without a fight
Conflictions of morals, of changing tides
wrap around my skin
the boa binds closer to my body
and makes a fortress within
I must save myself
and give the rest to the sea
I walk away from my troubles
and let them wash over me.
Imagination Candles: http://imaginationscandles.blogspot.com/2010/12/ship.html
Sigh and bellow, weeping willow, tie your hands upon blue waves
Joy is ready on a ship to ride upon the ocean’s whim
Sail beyond the clouds and stars to find a place where nothing is
Row as fast as flowers grow and you will miss the storms that blow
Sing as proud and dance as loud to cause a tempest greater
But remember to forget about whatever happens later
Imagination is your ship; Creativity your ocean
But the captain of this world that shackles you to motion
Is none other than yourself, a person most unique
We are all strong but all are weak
Unless we know to
Sigh and bellow
Sail and row and
Sing and dance and
Speak
Not to forget remember and forget, so
Joy, be forever our companion
Imagination, never sink
Creativity, keep going and carry us for we are rowing
Let us live and let us
Change and alter
Grow and learn
Transform and become
Let us be
Let me be me
Let you be you
Let us be us and yet ourselves alone,
Never alone.
Shaun:http://musingsofapassenger.wordpress.com/2010/12/04/the-black-poem/
Burn away the oxygen
Burn the candle blue
There’s nothing left but black
Too-da-loo
Every wavelength of life
Blurs to one eventually
Black exists in its absence
Reflection does not
How does perfection feel?
I must ask—not much for me
Much less for you
I guess I could pretend
everything’s OK
and laugh as if
tragedy is really comedy
Too bad
I have no sense of humor
Fuck you
Fairgodsister: http://fairygodsister.wordpress.com/2010/12/06/no-one/
She was calling, crying, howling, sighing,
but no one heard her cry
with no friends, family, very bitter reality
the society turned a blind eye
‘Make it I must, got no one to trust
in rain and sun she toiled
but nice, nice try, nice push, if you must
with no family, the society scoffed
Twas’ a fateful day, or so the tales do say
walking after long hours of toil
the sons of Hades, perverted in a Mercedes
stared and ground to a halt
‘She’s pretty’, he said, ‘and lonely’, he said
today’s our lucky day
Let’s feed our lust, thrust after thrust
surely she won’t say nay
She screamed and screamed, and screamed and screamed
But two overpowered the one
And so defile her they did, yes defile her they did
And poured their trash in her core
‘Why me’, she cried, pain burned inside
and burned for days and nights
‘end it I must, got no one to trust
this curse won’t see past dusk’
Fateful was the night her senses and hope in flight
she did and would do no more
for what was found, neatly in a mound
the fruits of an overdose at dawn.
Thea:http://theamread.wordpress.com/2010/12/18/an-ode-to-writers-block/
Metaphysical dungeon
Where thoughts stew in the midden of undesire
Turds in whey, sanguine bereft
Embers snuffed by mire
Asynchronous demention
A Dalian clock tocks a corrupted gyre
Debris in clots, ordure stained
No spark to light the pyre
Pultrichtudinous redemption
By its very utterance snaps the lyre
Clapper tongue, cleaves the palate
And savors cow dunged byre
Hilarious compunction
Complicit in mad dialectic spire
Just do it, saith the tricksters
Rhyme your friends to death’s aspire.
Introspeak:http://introspeak.wordpress.com/2010/12/07/my-stubborn-heart/
My heart is so stubborn, it won’t listen to my caution
It is racing for you without any preparation
says you are the most beautiful thing in the whole creation.
how do I convince myself that you are so unattainable?
Oh my angel, why are you so cruel?
Why did you come calling on me with all your charms,
when you are not even going to give me a chance?
How do I control the inconsolable sorrow of my pounding heart?
You keep laughing while all my life is falling apart
Sleep has deserted me ever since your dancing eyes met mine
All my senses took a long leave of absence on the day we met
My brain has put itself in a comatose state the moment it saw that long braid of yours
Why does my stupid heart think you are so familiar?
why did you make all those fake promises you liar?
you said you would always be there for me with your open arms and a cheerful smile.
Where have you disappeared when I need your patient ears?
how could you break our bonds of all those years?
won’t you come at least to wipe my tears?
my tender heart is being sliced with a million spears,
Yet I like this blissful pain; how stupid is this heart of mine,
to lust after the love of thine!
That silly insect which flies right into the fire,
is laughing at the futility of my desire!
Bella:http://belladonna23.wordpress.com/2010/12/18/right-on-the-red/
Where you headin’ hon,
the crossroads back there
said no turn on red.
funny, she said,
I thought I was colorblind.
guess I didn’t see it.
Hon, you know where you goin’
or gonna stay this night?
Hon, you know it’s chilly,
bad people are lookin’ for warm bodies
and the lights don’t stay on too long.
Well I turned right,
right on the red, see. i guess
the light may let me go reverse?
I ain’t too sure hon, really
it don’t seem too certain round these parts.
Damn, she said,
maybe I shoulda made a left.
Don Poet: http://mcpoetone.wordpress.com/2010/12/18/a-reflection-3/
A reflection upon a surface flashes on-going history
Which time itself then captivates
A blueprint of such mystery
As secrets dwell within the image, future only awaits
Become the author of whom to be
Hindrance vile streams
Amble self images uniquely off key
Be the ruler of the picture, create one self khan
Images portrait a motion playing act
Stepping into scene step by step sequels
Your image, colors, motions, only one contract
Walk along the road to unleash historical unloads.
DiamondsAnddogs:http://randomthoughtsandmusings.wordpress.com/2010/12/18/what-would-it-be-like/
What would
it be like
to feel
the touch
of desire
Rather than
the sting
of another’s
ire
What would
it be like
to know
the sweetness
of love’s breath
Rather than
the threat
of lonely
death
What would
it be like
to trust
in fate
Rather than
the certainty
of another’s
hate
What would
it be like
to love
surely
Rather than
live
in fear
purely
What would
it be like
to live
freely
Rather than
fear
expressing
the inner me
What would
it be like
to live
outside of
this page
Rather than
dwell
in years old
rage
What would
it be like
to embrace
life’s flow
After so many
stanzas lived
I doubt
I’ll ever
know.
Roy Smith:http://royalansmith.wordpress.com/2010/12/10/interesting-times/
May you live in interesting times,
but not be overly bothered by the inconvenience that brings.
Sitting on a sofa, eating cold pizza
and worrying about when the internet will come back on,
I might be better bleeding or screaming at a wall,
or punching trees as if it mattered.
But it’s cold out there and I think it’s icy,
I’m worried I would slip and fall.
On the ground I would think of many things and maybe learn to crawl,
but repeated images tell me to stay in the sea,
resisting evolution.
Maybe I’m not built for action.
Drama’s Trois Blog: http://dramastrois.wordpress.com/2010/10/02/letting-go-2/
I’m only human and thats my saving grace…
Im only human and thats my saving grace…
Im only human and thats my saving grace..
Window plate, what a state, staring at your empty face,
Window blind, by design, traces whipped, Nothing left, Tears left,
Window clean, How can it seem? I feel nothing, window clean, I see nothing,
Windows dirt, holds the past, soul is hurt, heart is burnt..
Months of searching, longer days of feeling,
Happiness, escape, peace, just feeling,
Its not that simple to wake up and master,
The art of how to move on after,
He left me feeling pain and anger,
Secy is not dead shes stuck in anger,
Mercy lies in those who give closure,
Left me wanting reasons colder,
Left me feeling, feeling older,
Let me feeling, feeling broken.
Going to that place was for me only,
A place of peace, now a nightmare to me,
Test of time on my heart,
Complacent time sets me apart,
Same rush, same divide,
Same rush, same divide,
Same rush, same divide,
Different feeling,
Now this little girl blind no longer,
Sees clarity in reality, love no longer,
Sees meaning in justice and charity in action,
Responsibility in freedom, Rebirth in situation,
This place I found to be full of you,
Is full of a past I once knew,
You broke my heart and now its on this road,
A road i crossed from now to old,
Love the fact that I’ve learnt, not regretted,
Love the fact I’ve learnt,
Love,
Love the fact that I’m letting go of a memory, of a ghost,
Letting go of a ghost,
Letting go..
Wordywoman:http://pamanner.wordpress.com/2010/12/18/tides/
you are movement always
changing torn by gravitation’s
effects moon earth sun
time scales years or hours fluctuate
forceful oscillating currents that
reverse or cease
underwater bathymetry and
coastlines tease you play with you
yet you remain mostly untapped
energy unable to be harnessed your
strength not bridled I ride you
nights bathed in silver light
swept along by your haste your
determination galactic vigor set in
motion I am unable to resist
my nautical charts dampened
unreadable I succumb to your ebb
flow and biological rhythms
Dr. Madan:http://drmadangoyal.wordpress.com/2010/12/18/837/#comment-598
Awards are a great honor to be bestowed
Conviction of the individual is reinforced
Strength of words written, too, increased
Readers’ credibility, plus partly switched
Happiness, the gift to the person awarded
Satisfaction of having fruitful work started
Life is, but a collection of happy moments
One should have as many, like ornaments
Life will move on, any way, beyond control
The way we spend it is in our actual control
Actions should be right as far as is possible
One should not have to repent the horrible
Appreciation of the work if true & available
No pleasure is greater, nothing comparable
Unaware of the rituals of writers and poets
Surgeon is enjoying, flying in air like kites
Vishwas:http://vishwasanand28.wordpress.com/2010/10/24/wide-awake/
I’m consigned to a world of my own,
Other characters standing mightily alone,
“Have I skipped a beat”, I ask my clone,
I’m resigned to be prone to a different zone.
.
Situations fold and unfold to a varying sew,
I thread wherethro’ with hardly a clue,
Normalcy appears to have many a skew,
Shrouded with the surreal and the mundane hue.
.
The world changes with a passing fright,
Beckoning me with all its fanciful might,
As reality is distorted with frightening sleight,
We are pushed to the edge to take the flight.
.
When awareness crosses its tantalizing brink,
Our lives dance to the predestined link,
Conjuring untrammeled without a blink,
As lives are transformed in barely a wink.
.
A bearing so trivial yet an effect so believable,
A sense of realness yet containing the inconceivable,
I brace myself, losing control to your enticing label,
And wake up with a start as I destroy your cable.
Thegoiter:http://thegoiter.wordpress.com/2010/12/18/a-new-poem-currently-untitled/
I’m feeling good
which is more than I should
relatively speaking, of course.
Better than before, and certainly no worse
after the journey, the voyage I’ve made
to the edge of consciousness, death’s debt I have paid.
Upon my return it seems rather odd
that I still have no faith, no belief in God.
How can it be so, after all I have seen?
How can I still know not what it means?
But that’s it, it is, surely it must
the universe has secrets, these I must trust.
And follow blindly into the shadow of doubt,
never really knowing what life’s all about.
Taking comfort in knowing nothing for sure,
to have no need to see beyond the door.
A life spent searching will end it regret,
expectations that will never be met.
Search not, ask not, want not, be not afraid.
this burning desire in time shall fade
as will your life, your body, your heart.
Before you know it, you’ll be back at the start.
Carl: http://stillfugue.com/2010/12/13/i-want-her-years-ago/
She is gentle,
Open and accepting.
I am heated and she smiles
To say I’m okay.
Her hugs are so large,
I want to be inside her
Forever.
She, a wondrous flower
Making the room
Flow with light.
I need to do the duties of life,
But I want to run.
I want her to take me away
Forever
Where we are free.
I want her to laugh hard
With me. I want her making
The smooth and gravely noise.
Her eyes are swimming
Like Pluto and ride me like Saturn.
I need to stop
But there is no power
Large enough to stop thoughts of her.
Every day of my life
I wake to wanting
Her smoothly next to me.
I want to sit quietly
With her millions more times.
I want to watch her hair blow
As she stares to the sky,
While I study her eyes,
Wondering what her thoughts are,
But knowing that some part of her
Seems to love me.
I am able to stay connected,
But please let me hold her
Forever.
Her light fingers are the
Most loving I ever touched.
We identify each other’s thoughts
As they occur.
I’ve never known a woman
Who is so smart,
And she is so fast with me,
I fly with her.
Her brilliance turns me on.
I was alone for so long,
Her companionship filled a crater.
Her care for me fills me
With sparkles of a slick sun.
When together,
I feel her playing inside of me.
There is warmth
From a sun in my heart,
And stars spin around me in celebration.
Her open mind forces me
To be accepting of who I am.
She is willing to experience things I like,
And this is quite brave.
I’m so odd,
But she does not fear my tastes.
We share books and
Is there a better thing in the world?
We share love of music,
perhaps diverging in tastes,
But critically, we worship
Each other’s love of music.
I fight to deny
That we are together
At the wrong time.
I want her years ago,
But maybe we weren’t ready then.
Who brought us together now?
What was intended?
I want to shatter all that is real
And swim away with her.
She is giving me so many gifts,
My heart and soul are getting better.
I feel a full pull toward her
And I really cannot let go.
She helped me forget my reality,
But that cannot be permanent
And now she is gone.
My tears are mixed
Between joy over all
She is giving me,
And sorrow over not being able
To be beside
And inside her
Forever.
Exploring life:http://actoberreid.wordpress.com/2010/12/17/week-9/
“Stop When Never Comes”
yearn, young man, yearn on
desire is more than an abstract
whiplash to canvases hanged on
blank walls in a studio apartment
scream until blame walks away
with a shame coat on into the
coldness of your aorta; his path now.
randomly speak the speech that
echoes her canals on lust soaked
walls of understanding
reach with your yearning into the
fiery shoebox of plagues until you
awake in cremation.
“Dummy”
you ever love
someone so much
chivalry moved in
so much
you forgot that
logical and rational
piece of humanity
every time you breathed them
left on the doorstep
to be stolen by
someone stupid enough
to allow either
to coexist with love
have you ever been
that stupid
lord knows I haven’t.
“For Answers”
I’ve done so much
prayer and thinking
my bones are
dry and bare
I lie and stare
and can’t stand the
feeling of honey hiding
in my hair.
“Someone Obsessed”
I’m obsessed with you in a
romantic hit the light switch
kind of way
I huff and puff kick and scream
break down barriers when
I can’t hear you dream
your womanhood is that of
desire calling love to be tampered with
so I’m a tampering jazz listening
obsessed someone for you.
“Eye Rain” (and I’m still a man)
I cried
and cried
and cried
cried with crying
cried while crying
hushed my crying to
cry some more
to me this is a poem.
UNTITLED
they say when it’s gone it’s gone
drifting in space without propulsion
dropped into a trench without fins
just ask the wolf boy.
“The Difference”
Sometimes I blame maturity
to discover that’s not the reason
both of us given life in the same season
I joke at times you’d rather be screaming
you never hear me
I’m always repeating
always heartbroken
chest’s always bleeding.
Strummed Words: http://strummedwords.blogspot.com/2010/12/stained-glass.html
A stained glass window
Reminds of queenly glory
And a season of gifts
Brought and those received.
Magi have visited
With incense sweet,
And frankincense and myrrh
For a time of bitterness to come.
But it is a season of thankfulness
Today…
Jerri: http://athursdayschild.wordpress.com/2010/12/17/thankful-for-the-seasons/
As Leo I came into the world, feet first, ready to run
Not roaring, but gently purring into the sun
When freckles are in full bloom
When grass smells it’s sweetest,
And forest’s foliage is at its thickest,
Its narrow path beckoning me into its den
Where creatures take comfort devoid of men
And in the openness ripe vermillion tomatoes hang on the vine
Ochre squash peaks through an umbrella as green as pine
Water trickles into a pond neighbored by parsley, peppermint and thyme
The buzz of a bee and swift hummingbird sprints
Amid a spectrum of hues and scents
Into my porch swing refuge race
All my senses they embrace
While the dogs and cat sleep lazily on
Outward I gaze watching the grass grow
Contemplating the mow
I wake from my dream to see from my window the snow.
Orange:http://homeofanomad.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/color-me-red/
The color of sun and a yellow ray,
You paint my face every day.
New colors of bright summers touched my window,
And the old grey of the winter too I could see down the lane.
They all painted a new shade today,
A spread of grey in an expanse of yellow,
Thorns dripping red on eyes turning mellow.
The color of sun with a misty gray,
You paint my face every day.
My door opened to find white snow,
It’s fleeting touch cleaned the browns below.
My fingers dipped again in pink,
A spread caught short with a rush of black,
A hue of dark sweeping across my heart.
The color of sun with a black sway,
You paint my face every day.
Wish I would find red lying when I go out,
A splash across my face, a splash across my back.
Some of red on the dark grey inside,
Mix it with water, mix it with white,
Make shades of red to color my life.
The color of sun with crimson gone astray,
Please paint my face with it every day.
Thoughts have wings: http://www.delenemartin.com/2010/12/14/dive-right-in/
the ocean
the big freaking ocean
teeming boiling roiling with
aeons and beyond of living
giving birth to the all of alls
and called to waves and tides
by moons and soon as I can beat
feet to the beach and stick my
toe in that salty soup I’m gonna
surf the turf the earth is
covered by the plankton growing
brightly colored blue and green
the stars live there and I will too
ripping off the veil, veneer that
separates us from the deep the sleep
of fishes wishes seahorse riding
food providing current gliding
diving deeper deeper still and
soon I will when I can break this wall
this glass that keeps me holds me
separates me from the real
the wall that lets me see not touch
but one of these days the ways
will be the crazy crazy hang up
hang out break out take me out
let me loose I want to swim just
dive right in and be a part not
in this jar that keeps me out
or in no matter how you spin it
I will win it swim in with the life
the streams the lakes
the seas the ocean
the big deep ocean
Cyn: http://shadowqueen13.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/dark-lily/#comment-14
It wilted in the rays
Of the sun.
And it grew a bloomed
In the darkness of night.
Upon a rocky mountain
It swayed.
It’s dark black petals
Falling beneath its roots.
Down, down to the ground
They sunk
Till they hit
The earth below.
Alone stood a girl
Shielded by darkness
Only she saw
The petals fall.
She gathered them and looked up.
The flower was dead
No longer blooming
In the glow of the moon.
The girl tucked
The petals away
And slowly walked away.
The Dark Lily was hers
It’s life
It’s curse
Belonged to her.
Eternal life
Followed by death.
Playground: http://roxiciopei.wordpress.com/2010/12/06/one-day/#comment-141
I’d like to go
to the other side of the rainbow,
far beyond the magic of its arch
to a land that could be
new and strange.
At my journey’s end,
would I find someone to be my friend?
And if so,
what could he teach me?
And what could I teach him in exchange?
I’ve been told
it would be a long, long, way.
But I will go there -
one day.
Exposed: http://shizea101.wordpress.com/2010/12/08/beginning-of-the-end/
Discovery when the time has come
To be present–even when forced
Conjuring creativity while channeling authenticity
Alive when recalling the past
Even though it was dead at the time
Or maybe it was just benign
Inclusion of the whole with an abstract approach
Sacrificing self to foster life
Increments of thorough fabrication, personified through experience–
Melded together to produce artistic expression
Hoping for acceptance
But the strength to withstand the opposite
Consistence of constant and conscious awareness–
While vulnerability seeps through
Selfless objectivity being the reward of a life lived in the light
Invited in as a welcomed guest
Appreciative for the gift of opportunity
Humbled by vanity
Longing for what was once rejected
Cyclical balance of compromising solitude
Reciprocation of energy from the very last of choices
Circling back to the origin of the beginning
Glory: http://oowindeoo.wordpress.com/2010/12/07/cinderella-smiles/
There are times when living is not worth pain
When sadness out weighs the fame
When the animals of the forest come for pity instead of frolics and fancy
The moments in life that are written for history do not always shed light on the truth from yesterday
The happiness from those slippers left a mark in the veil
The light seeping through is the shadows of souls that were left behind
Wishing for someone to guide them towards life
Grasping at the happiness they saw once before only to find the true darkness weeping on the floor
The tear stained pillows and sheets remind us all why she weeps
Fairy tales are not always what they seem
The evil still lurks in darkened corners reaching out to grab some laughing on looker
Fighting the dragons that burn villages are not always the battles knights and wizards face
Sealing the veils for Cinderella’s sake
The guards, knights, fairy folk alike stand at attention ready to fight.
They whisper about, knowing what troubles face them
The terrors that come from the things done cast its own shadow about them
The evil laughs and points its crooked finger at all the horrors its created
Those laughing eyes that once caught the heart of her prince now only tell the tales her memory commenced.
The agony of the truth from her fairy tale lost has now left Cinderella standing in the dark
Cinderella’s smile once lit up the sky, brightened the darkest corner of one’s mind. Her laughter echoed throughout the miles bring joy to all that saw her smile
Now her tears cause the skies to rain, the waters have washed out the driest terrain
Gathering all the will possible to make it through another day she stands to greet the sun
I will prevail and shake your hand fighting until my dying day
I am all I need to be and so very much more
You, my friend, are the one that needs me; not the other way around
bugleweed:http://victorialorenz.wordpress.com/2010/12/18/whats-love/
Love is- The quiet stillness that consumes you when you hold someone’s hand.
The comfortable silence in the air when you sit with someone who cares.
The tickling grass underneath your feet when you go on a picnic with family.
Love is- The care put into chicken noodle soup when you’re sick.
The frosting of your name on every birthday cake.
The smell of Thanksgiving dinner.
Love is- The hand of a little baby reaching for you.
The hand in you hand helping you up from a fall.
The hand on your waist keeping you safe from the company of Alone.
Love is- That electric tingle that runs through you when you find your soul-mate.
That indescribable and unfathomable feeling you get when you touch someone
you care about.
That oppressive feeling of fear and guilt when waiting in the hospital for family.
Love is- The sorrowful tears from someone when you’re hurt.
The cold breeze of rain rushing against you when you dance with your partner.
The drops of water that run over your skin when laughing together with
someone in the shower.
Love is- The kiss of the starry night sky when you sleep under it with your partner.
The warming of your cold toes by use of the feet next to you.
The kisses on your eyelids beckoning you from the real of dreams.
L: http://absolutepalaver.wordpress.com/2010/12/14/scarlet-l/
I’m always quick to lenda hand,
Helping those in need.
I tell the truth, I do not cheat,
I suffer not from greed.
I believe in fairness for us all,
And choose to never steal.
I lend an ear to friends in need,
And give a wayward dog a meal.
Yet, somehow I am less than human,
I wear the Scarlet “L”.
For my love is for another woman,
So, I’m told I’ll live in hell.
The dark Jasmine: http://newtha.wordpress.com/2010/11/29/selamat-ulang-tahun-ma/#comment-568
counting d stars,,
in d middle of d night,,
spending time,,
just to feel alive,,
breathing deeply,,
exhale,,
inhale,,
lying on d grass,,
smelling after-rain fragrance,,
just to relieve some pain,,
aching,,
in d backbone of mine,,
wanting to disappear,,
just to be by ur side,,
i’m losing ur grip,,
i’m losing my mind,,
i’m missing u,,
right here,,
right above my chest,,
u will always there,,
Tootsie:http://tootsiespoetry.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/thaw/
The way he says my name
Makes me smile
Makes my emotions inflame
The way he shows he care
Makes me have hope
That I can be repaired
The way he compliments my every flaw
Makes me want to dive right into his arms
And thaw
Thaw, the coldness around my heart
That no one has ever attained
It requires some kind of art
Some kind of persistence
It takes his good heart
A lump in the throat: http://myshiningrainbow.wordpress.com/2010/12/17/raynebow/
Alone, away, I rode adrift-
demurred my love divine.
Inside of me did grow a rift,
convulsed with no sunshine.
Bouquet of light, I shone apart
like leaf laden with dew.
Her touch, so soft, imbibed my heart
the stars twinkled anew.
a lonely way, disdainful din
and still, no hand to hold
someday, she shall come carved in
His most beautiful mold.
Creation Dreams:http://thelunaticsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/12/20-days-of-winters-harvest.html
What is the longest holiday?
What is the 13th holiday?
Winter’s Harvest is what it’s called
In the realm of winged celestials
Dusk eternally falls upon them
Snow is never too largely accumulated
Or too shallow
Winter’s breath is still felt upon the angels
In Winter’s Harvest do angels of all kinds harvest
As many corrupted souls as they can procure
Taking them from those who don’t deserve to live
Those who dedicate their lives to making others sad
Beginning December 4th, and ending December 24th
At exactly 4
The winner keeps his souls
A sweet pre Christmas drink worth collecting
The losers relinquish their souls to the Reaper himself
Who at this month takes his one and only grace period
After all, even the Reaper becomes tired
Of swinging that scythe and collecting those souls
The days came and went
An angel singing on those days
“2000 souls, 19 days left
I feel a souls-a down my gul-let
The days shall come and go
Come and go
Come and go
The next day, here we go ag-ain…”
And the days died down
The 24th at 4 came,
Azrael, Michael, and Gabriel tying
The Reaper smiled, for the losers’ souls
To be given unto him
In his Grand Hall he readied the large flask to be filled
But he also frowned
The before 11 months of harvest now had gotten lonesome
Without her
Zralina, her name escaped his lips
She also harvested with him souls
But alas
She was only human
The only thing he hated
Age started to gang up on her, and as he death as the one fueling
Her natural causes
He had to have her soul, as a rule of death
The rule he wrote that he then came to regret
Gabriel came to his abode,
The Reaper not expecting this, his eyes only brought coldness
He gave the Reaper his last soul
“But this wasn’t in the rule—”
“Let us bend them a little: just this once.”
He examined the soul,
It was a reincarnation of Zralina,
He kept it in a small golden bottle
Never consuming it, the perfect gift
And the first he was ever given
That Christmas, he came unto the angels
Inviting them to his abode, giving them a chance
To have their souls,
But for only this year
For the next
It’s finders keepers, losers weepers!
Lu Ann:http://likesomepassingafternoon.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-you-touch-tree.html
I saw you today.
I came home early because I know how much you hate being alone for more than five hours a day.
I came in and I saw you watching a movie, you were paying a lot of attention, -which is very weird for you to do- and you were slowly and deliberately eating a slice of pizza. You don’t even like pizza…
-I am home. How was your day? -I asked, you did not answered.
-What are you watching? -I asked again.
You turned and said to me in the most horrible accent I’ve ever heard -Le huitieme jour.
Then you placed your finger on your lips like people do to ask politely for some silence.
I went to my room, but I left the door open so I could take care of you.
All I could hear was the dialogues… “Bleus, blancs, gris ou noirs, prompts, fous, lestes et titubants, et fanfarons les papillons, ces fleurs célestes battent l’air de leurs ailerons.”
I called your name and you did not answer, then the door, the steps… you were gone.
I went out to the street and you were running as fast as you have never run before. I followed you, I am your sister, I am supposed to take care of you and even more now when you’ve become like a child again.
You turned left and then you were out of sight. I read the name of the street in one house’s door “Little Rock Avenue”. She used to live here before she married you.
I walked a few steps more until I found her old house. There you were, hugging a tree and weeping like a baby.
-Sam -I whispered -we must go.
-No -you said -She´s here, she used to say she would become a tree, this tree.
-Sam…
-No, shut up! If you touch a tree you become a tree… She is this tree and so will I.
-Sam…
-Shut up!
-She’s dead!
You kept on holding the tree… so I went home. I can’t fight this war for you, I just can’t.
It’s 11:00 P.M and you’re knocking at my door. Here we go again.
The 10th muse: http://arspoetica.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/my-wish/
i scrape the residue of dreams
off my front windows with stubbed fingers,
peer through the fogged glass
at the first real snowfall, hoping
its magic white-erase handprint
will draw angels out of the bitter men
with bowed heads who cross
this street and season
alone but not unloved.
I Listened, Momma:http://nochipa.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/vanity-of-efforts/
Everywhere I walk, someone
is jumping up, down, yelling,
“Hey, look at me. I’m somebody.
I can do something. Look.
Tell me that I’m special.”
There are so many voices
all crying out with a personal
message, a promise of what?
Who knows. Nothing lasts,
not even the emptiness
that comes after success,
only a hunger for more
which leads to longing for
yet more. “Vanity. Vanity,”
the Preacher said. “All is
vanity.” Wasted efforts
on mortal gains. Perhaps
to acknowledge our maker,
unselfishly give our gifts
to those who walk beside us
along this road from time to time.
Perhaps, that
is purpose enough and requires
little jumping and no yelling.
The lonely recluse:http://lonelyrecluse.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/insomnia/
Tick
Sleepless once again
Tock
Every night the same
Tick
Sitting awake for hours
Tock
My life it devours
Tick
Why can I not sleep
Tock
It near makes me weep
Tick
Tock
Goes the clock
Tick
The hours go past
Tock
The calm never to last
Tick
My mind it does race
Tock
Daft thoughts it does chase
Tick
I wish it would stop
Tock
To sleep I could drop
Tick
Tock
Goes the clock
Tick
My life it does drain
Tock
My mind it does pain
Tick
Rest is what I need
Tock
My soul it would feed
Tick
My body does waste
Tock
Sleep I need with haste
Tick
Tock
Goes the clock
Tick
Can it not give up
Tock
Let sleep fill my cup
Tick
Please let me survive
Tock
On sleep let me thrive
Tick
Let go of my life
Tock
Stop giving me strife
Tick
Tock
Goes the clock
Tick
Help the doctor can’t
Tock
Or could it be shan’t
Tick
Says there is no cure
Tock
Of that he is sure
Tick
Tablets he won’t give
Tock
To help let me live
Tick
Tock
Goes the clock
Tick
How did it begin
Tock
Can I ever win
Tick
Could it be a curse
Tock
To make me feel worse
Tick
Shall I just pretend
Tock
Can it ever end
Tick
Tock
Goes the clock
Hope you like it, please comment.
IMereMortal: http://1meremortal.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/silence/
The cold of winter
Numbs her
The empty bed
Reminds her
She peeks through
Frozen glass
Seeing his reflection
Staring at her
Hearing his pleas
Crying out to her
She stops looking
She stops listening
Allowing the silence
To separate them
Because she loved him
Seoulaja:http://cielestbleu.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/love-is/
I:
Love,
1 word that has many meanings.
The meaning of love for me, for you, for him, for they will be different.
Love to me is you.
You make my world beautiful,
makes my world is colored, not black and white anymore.
Love is laughter, fights, tears, jealousy, arguments, silliness, understanding.
and that’s all there when I’m with you.
You are love.
Love is a struggle, sacrifice, and commitment.
I will fight, sacrifice, and commit to love.
Once again, it is for you.
Because you are my love.
You are my strength and my weakness
You are the source of my life,
You are in my blood, my breath, and my heartbeat.
That’s why I really need you by my side.
Because you’re my love, my life, and my heart.
My world will never whole again without you by my side.
I LOVE YOU
II: http://cielestbleu.wordpress.com/2010/12/14/with-or-without-you/
With or without you.
Without you,
I’m still going to stay alive.
I’m still going to keep breathing.
I’m still going to achieve my dreams.
With you,
My life will be more beautiful and colorful.
I will breath vigorously.
My dreams would be more perfect.
With or without you.
I prefer spend my lifetime with you..
Sumit: http://myriad-sumit.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dream-in-my-dreams.html
Where tall trees in the wind sway
Beneath them in the dark, down I lay
I open my eyes, puzzled, where am I?
Irregular patches of moon light
Through the leaves show me the way
Cold gust of wind blows my feeble heart
Sends a shiver through each and every part
Lonely, I stride as fast as I can
Taking a right here and a left there
I pace, only to reach the point of start
Is this place a maze? fragile me wonders
I feel lost among the sky-touching boulders
When suddenly I have a hazy vision
Of a lady in white who seems familiar
I am drawn towards her in spite of my fears
Who is she? I try hard but can’t remember
In the darkness she glows as if on fire
When I reach near my lady, she vanishes
Leaving me alone in this dark place
She’s the lady from my dreams, my sugar
I am afraid, and I want her to be with me
Lost again in the dark, I feel eerie
Somehow, I find my way out
Only to find my beloved lady in white
Sitting on a rock and lost in a reverie
Fearless Dreams: http://fearlessdreams.wordpress.com/2010/12/07/realize/
They say love comes once, one time says it all
But don’t rush in, or you’ll only fall
Wait for it; wait for it, when it’s time
You’ll know, you’ll know, you’ll realize
Words unspoken said, with lips sealed
The truth held inside, finally unveiled
But really? Would you really search my eyes?
Really, would you really, realize…
So far in the dark, where we don’t seek
Still lies a light, that never speaks
So when you search, truly search, come my way
Hear the words, feel the words, I won’t say
Love is love, whether not in sight
Still there, still there, even in the night
I know you understand, when the heart cries
I know, I know, soon you’ll realize…
Wiseskydriver: http://wiserskydiver.wordpress.com/2010/12/07/reveries/
Puffing on and exhaling smoke
looking out the window on a dark hour
yellow glow on black streets and a cold breeze
no reason why face has a smile as if it heard a joke
no one walks this hour lonely few drive past
maybe sum1 else notices this yellow glow too
going to west is the moon and east ready for another rise
even the crows asleep like all humans and stars falling fast
alone almost in thoughts of those who are and were
perceptions so fascinating the night seems to glow of memories
many such nights have been seen but this time its in pasts reflections
words cant point to one person its just pondering of worldly revolutions i bear
expressions have formed logistics too cause they really move
transporting emotions to drive the gray matter in past present mode
seriously even logic’s like these make sense now for brain process alone better
scary ride this time for i fear when it will all stop and would need help to give it a tow.
Wiseskydriver:http://wiserskydiver.wordpress.com/2010/12/02/time-freeze-wish-i-could/
Should not have to be like this everytime we meet
How would it be if it was not reflected in the ripples of sea
Beginning to let go not me for I did that in times of “when eyes meet”
Warm breezes from whispers formed of words of those rainbow shaped lips
Drama wish I could do to hold you more ..for more time in these arms untied
Feel like I have been here before for imagination I have deep and overpowering
Standing there watching you go bye like a poets sad rhymes
Make believe my in words for these aren’t wisdoms of a fool with extreme insights
Simple ways of telling you how much I love the way you stay longer and don’t want to stay goodbye
Lost in the moments when you hugged with a deep breath and almost sighed
Believe me I had to keep my eyes open to make sure this wasn’t a dream in broad daylight
You cushioned in my arms and hands hugged tight wish I could freeze time…….
Now I know how frustrating it is to not have control over time
Wish I could freeze these minutes and make them into days of a thousand years
Wishing control for time many have asked for there are moments we wish where time would freeze.
Tweety:http://thehope-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/chasing-dreams-with-blogging.html
Carefree, boundless
Happiness ecstasy
All coalesce in
Site of dreams
I know
No limits
Gift of imagination
Dabbling with
Risk I
Enter world to
Achieve the impossible
Merging dreams, reality with
Strength of my own.
But this strength often
Leans on words
Of heart which
Go unuttered
Giving respite to
Inner soul, help me reach
Nearer to my dreams
Giving immense satisfaction
sk: http://waiseekweng.wordpress.com/2010/12/12/consecration/
As I’m preparing for the youth meeting message, this message do enlighten me about what consecration is. Therefore I would like to share what I touched in this message.
Basis of Consecration
God demand us to consecrate to Him, but why do we need to, what is the basis for us to consecrate to Him?
It is because we all have already been purchase by Him (1 cor 6:20). He has bought us with a price. Now the ownership has turn from ourselves to God Himself. And it is through His blood that we have been redeem back from Satan’s captivity.
Motive of Consecration
What constrains us to consecrate ourselves to Him? It is the love of God (1 cor 5:14-15, rom 12:1). He would cause us to have the motive of love, so that we might consecrate willingly to God. As we have touched the love of God, the constrains of this love will cause us to consecrate. Such consecration will be sweet and intense.
Meaning of Consecration
The meaning of consecration is to be a sacrifice (rom 12:1). A sacrifice is a thing which is set apart for God and laid on the alter, with a change in position and a change in usage. The day we truly consecrate ourselves, our position changed. Formerly we were in our own hands; now we are in the hands of God. Formerly we walked in our own way; now we lie on God’s altar. Such a sacrifice will become food for God and for His satisfaction.
Purpose of Consecration
Such offering is entirely for God, to be used by God and to work for God. But before we can work for God, we need to let Him work. Only when there is the basis of “let”, only then there will have the result of “for”. If we do not allow God to work first, but go out and work for Him, the work and service will be raw, untempered, foul-smelling and never be accepted by God.
Result of Consecration
The result is that we are caused to cut off all our relationships with people, matters, and things especially our future. In the light of the New Testament, the bullock as severed from his master, companions, and corral. After he was consumed by fire, he even lost his original form and stature. All his choicest parts were changed to a sweet smelling savor to God and all that was left was a heap of ashes.
This giving up of the future is not a reluctant act after something has already occurred to wreck your future hopes; it is a willing surrender before such an event. It is not willing till you have lose your job, till you cannot enter college, or till you failed to obtain a Ph.D. degree, and then give up. It is not this. But it is when a profitable business opportunity awaits you, when an excellent job awaits you, or when a Ph.D. degree awaits you, you willing to give it all up for the Lord’s sake. Even if the entire glory of Egypt is placed before you, you can say to it, “Goodbye, I must go to Canaan”. Perhaps Satan will continue to call you from behind, saying, “Do come back. We have Ph.D. degree here and an Egyptian palace for you. This is a rare opportunity. If at this time you can face him and tell him straightly, “Be gone; these are not my portion”, this then is a true giving
B: http://thisisbrixx.wordpress.com/2010/12/13/hiding-me/
I’ll go into hiding where you wont see me.
Where my shadows are pure darkness
Where my smile will be light
and my breath: life.
I’ll go into hiding and I will flee.
Like a caterpillar on a cocoon
I’ll hide inside
So your thoughts wont bother me
I’ll leave all the hurt, the misery
On floating people’s realm.
So that after the rain,
I can say that the rainbow removed my pain.
I’ll go hiding and lurk on somebody else’s erms
Where fishes are salmons and gems are diamonds.
I’ll go into hiding where I am nobody.
Unlike the butterflies, I need more time to be free,
Three months, give me three months,
And I will be me.
Hindway: http://hindawy.wordpress.com/2010/12/07/as-is/
Spontaneous that is me
Honest to a point of blame
They say you gotta change
I say I’m fine this way
Its just a bit too strange
When numbers rule our brains
Popularity is everything
I think its just a shame
A single click is all it takes
To play this silly game
I don’t need a thousand friends on facebook
Got More than that on my phonebook
I don’t need someone to “Like” my status
Just need the people who accept me As Is
What happened to the human touch
Not stay in touch
When did an lol
Replace a genuine laugh plz tell
I don’t wanna be this way
I wanna see your face
Just imagining what could be
If we can waste our time
Commenting on all those posts online
Why not go out & meet in real life?
I’m sure I can at least make you smile
I don’t need a thousand friends on facebook
Got More than that on my phonebook
I don’t need someone to “Like” my status
Just need the people who accept me As Is
Its a wonder that I’m still here
I can express myself not my fear
They look at me & say surreal
A cartoon character at best my dear
They don’t even have a clue how I feel
Whoever made us this way?
Counting the friends on that page
Even if they’re gone
Instead of the ones we can really count on
The ones that hang on
I don’t need a thousand friends on facebook
Got More than that on my phonebook
I don’t need someone to “Like” my status
Just need the people who accept me As Is
Wanna be my friend?
Dancing freak: http://harshikaram.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/euthanasia-thursday-poets-rally-week-25/
A relief from pain,
An escape from suffering,
An end to life,
A way to peace,
A desire so irresistible,
A path the law does not heed,
For those in agony,
This is what on daily they feed,
It’s euthanasia!- they feel they need.
Seasweetie: http://seasweetie.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/original-poetry-thursday/
I do not want to sleep.
If I sleep, I will dream, and I do not want to dream.
I do not want the image of you, the memory of you, the vision of you,
To creep into my dreams from the places where you are nestled in my heart.
I do not want to hear your voice and see your face in my dreams
If I know I will never wake to hear your voice and see your face in the light of sunrise.
I do not want to sleep
Hoping to escape this eternal ache inside
Only to dream
And find the ache just as strong,
Just as hollow.
I do not want to know that there is no escape.
I do not want to lie in the bed we chose together
Without the promise of your arms around me.
I do not want to close my eyes and know that aloneness
That I thought I had put away forever.
I do not want to know that I can miss you
Even in my sleep.
LeiffyV: http://notae.net/blog/?p=605
This gentle soul, so sweet
So honest, never feeling
The warm embrace of the sun
Or the wind’s gentle caress
Blades of grass betwixt toes
This gentle soul, so caring
Carrying a burden no one should
Wanting more than emptiness
The essence of joy sundered
From a stout heart and mind
This gentle soul, so giving
Needing to show others a way
With great effort to not lose
Sanity, peace, happiness, life
Assuring these to others instead
This gentle soul, so wounded
Never seeing the strength inside
Always occupied with the wound
Constantly giving until it hurts
An injured soul, a damaged heart
This gentle soul, so honest
The pain never goes away
Yet the strength to face it
Daily, weekly, monthly, yearly
Is the greatest testament of all
This gentle soul, so strong
Do not be fooled by the doubt
Lest more of yourself drifts away
Fight every day in every way
Stand your ground, be yourself
This gentle soul, take care
Affecting more souls than you think
Though you see dark light radiating
We see the brightest light of all
The one of… Hope.
Purvi: http://puplumages.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/now-or-never/
I am sinking again tonight.
Missing him too much,
the one whom I love,
the one who is my Life.
It’s all coming back to me now..
Like someone I read,
who had said..
If limitations are not waved,
but drown instead;
will Life bloom? I wonder.
.
Slamming the door shut on me,
He perhaps expected me
to go knocking again.
But not this time,
when he had, against it,
jacked bricks
(and also hurled a few at me!)
nail-fixed logs of wood
and also hauled up snow-walls.
I can’t break them all.
No, I can’t.
If that is a test My Love,
I have already given many,
walked on coals,
not any more.
No, I wont.
.
U said, a girl comes to meet a man even during war.
And I have so many times, when we have been at war.
But This time,
U will have to step down
from your pedestal
And rescue me.
The Fool’s Back pocket: http://caribbeanfool.wordpress.com/2010/12/13/help-wanted/
sunset in december, after
the best part of the day
has flown off to join with
the nebulous past.
questions that began as
wake-up calls have
all been answered &
split the scene. i’m trying
to learn & sleep
at the same time with
varying degrees of success.
i finally figured it out myself
when i couldn’t keep anything
running on schedule. missing
the usual set of trusted hands
in the aftermath of her self-
actualization. usually i’m spot-on
for that kind of thing; musta
missed it when you said you were
leavin’. help wanted or needed.
caught me off guard, to say
the least. you were the best
Ms. Fix-It i’d ever found &
i’m reeling around the room,
trying to say something
that’ll make it all make sense.
gonna be tough to keep
everything running on time,
soaked to the bone in places
& times you’d barely
broken a sweat.
of course,
you were the best.
Travor: http://letrezblog.wordpress.com/2010/07/21/wishin-happy-birthday-on-a-lonely-star/
For years and years and a year after that,
When a black forest was all that we got from the Oberoi’s,
And a choco-lava facial was a way of saying “You’ll look beautiful, forever”,
`Cause all we’d ever do with a delicious cake, was hold your head and SPLAT!
Even now, when you’re so far away, with our days of laughter, we miss,
“See you soon”, is what you always told us, true yes, that’ll happen but, when?
Once we get there, it’ll all be a big bang, a fire party and a killing new blast,
We gonna re-live your “Ordinary Birthday Party”, and make sure it’d be something of real bliss.
So we wanna tell you to stop cryin now, and stop wishin happy birthday on a lonely star,
`Cause we wanna wish you the same wish, except now, create an everlasting memoir!
Love,
ShmilezZ `n Babu
<3
Sherrie:http://sherrietheriault.wordpress.com/2010/12/13/what-i-give-you/
I pick up the pen in my heart hand
And the blood of my soul pours onto the page.
The words coalesce and clot into binding phrases
Sealed deals with my spirits punctuation.
Some days it is hard for my mind to keep up.
The current is swift and deeper than I expect.
The pulse of energy is amazing even to the mind it feeds
.
Like clouds racing the sky this power
Brings shade to some and rain to others.
The reaction of the moistened varies.
Some pull up hoods and scurry away
Others with up turned faces form a friendship with me.
At the level of electrons, we have a molecular bonding.
We are forever changed because I have picked up the pen
And they have picked up the page.
Dan: http://danroberson.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/i-chose-to-love-you/
I chose to love you,
Not because you were perfect,
Or because I wanted to connect,
But because I first liked you,
For being the person you are,
I saw the way you treated others,
Like everyone was a sister or brother,
You were never haughty or mean,
You were the kindest person I’d seen,
You never gave up, never were daunted,
The way you asked for what you wanted,
Never demanding or criticizing,
Trying to manipulate or confronting,
Demands stop the flow of love, you stated,
While requests give love a chance to relate,
You turned out to be quite a gem,
You accepted me for who I am,
So I made a choice to love you,
When I was being abusive,
You weren’t reclusive,
You stood your ground,
And wouldn’t let me put you down,
You told me you loved me too much,
To be treated badly,
It wouldn’t be good for me or for you,
It would turn out sadly,
You had too much self respect,
And too much respect for me,
To let our relationship just be,
You held me accountable,
And made me better than I was,
I chose to love you,
Your kisses waited for me,
You gave me space to be free,
Without being smothered,
You let me take your love,
Like a fish takes the bait and runs,
But once I tired of running,
You reeled me in,
Letting me think I was still free,
But I was too much in love,
And glad you chose me.
The reason you come: http://thebeatofmydrum.com/2010/12/16/a-rose-not-red/
The rose, passed from your hand to mine, sits alone on my window sill.
Red has turned the color of wood, as if blood once coursed through its veins,
pulsing, alive, then ceased all activity. My blood continues down its path.
Red remains its color, like lips that touched mine not too long ago, at sunrise,
sunset, and in my memory. It brings to life one whose misty eyes are intimate
with the moon and the stars more often than they are with your face.
Red remains my color. A thousand heartbeats from countless nights of passion
have determined my fate; I will not wilt like the rose by my window. The touch
of your hand robbed it of eternity. The same touch passed eternity to me.
Somewhere along it, your hand will never let mine go. When you give me another
rose, I will watch it bloom and die as you kiss me, stealing me back from the
moon and the stars. Red is our color, even as the rose turns the color of wood.
Gugo:http://gugothinksandwrites.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-feel-in-love-again.html
All our friends were here and they all have gone home now, and we are so glad they came to see us; the night was great.
You are exhausted and so am I. You said you were going to the bedroom to get a CD to listen while we clean the house, after a while you don’t come back, so I go to see you and, as I suspected, you are already sleeping. A tender smile slips from my mouth and I decide to do so. Cleaning can wait ‘til tomorrow.
You look so calm while you sleep, I decide not to wake you and simply put the blanket over you. Lights off, good night!
It’s three in the morning and you wake me up, you are still sleeping but constantly moving and by the expression in your face, it seems like you are having a bad dream, I can see suffering.
I touch your arm and you wake up, you get your hand to your stomach and say that it hurts so much that you want to go to the hospital.
I take you to the car, you are crying in pain. I’m so scared but I try not to show it, I say you’ll be fine.
Drive as careful as I can but at the same time as fast as possible as if the relief will be at the hospital’s door.
We arrive, I run to the door and yell for help. I tell the lady on the desk how you feel and two nurses arrive with a wheelchair.
They take you and get you inside. I run as im holding your hand while you look at me with crying eyes. As we get into the first door doctor says I need to stay outside. I feel powerless, nothing to do for you with my own hands so I just pray for you.
An hour, two hours, three hours, the longest of my life.
I move from one way to another, sit, stand… nothing helps. At the front desk no one has news about you, they say I must wait until the doctor comes out.
Finally the door is open and the doctor is coming, he is smiling. I feel much more calm.
He hugs me and tells that I can enter, that we have beautiful baby girl!
I run and there you are. You look so tired but so happy, you are holding in your arms the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen, our baby.
I feel in love again, a different way of love…
Lisa:http://ocdbloggergirl.wordpress.com/2010/12/17/three-christmas-poems-depressing-controversial-and-semi-festive/
I:
Nola Leigh, age 43, virtuous virginity.
It is Christmas Eve and she is alone,
She can’t bear to go home.
All of her relatives are dead,
So she goes to the church instead.
Open door but no one here,
She looks to the window and sits at the rear,
Thin stain glass, the virgin and her baby as before in the past.
Mary is benevolent, Jesus is sad in his innocence, looking even then for divine penitence.
Nola Leigh, 43, virtuous virginity.
Mother Mary, where were you 40 years ago,
When Nola Leigh needed you so?
Sweet Jesus, did you not see your young servant in desperate need?
While you were in the glass, Nola Leigh just had no chance.
But that’s all in the past.
Nola Leigh, 43, virtuous virginity.
II:
Dear Jesus,
I think you should know, some of your Father’s creations are a little slow.
Or is it me who’s a bit dense? I’m not sure, but all this to me makes little sense.
It all has to do with a little word called ‘Christmas.’
Apparently there is a war on the word. Have you in heaven heard?
Being a mortal, this I can’t understand,
Did you actually make the demand
to nick-pick on a word not even invented when you walked this earth?
When you were old enough to say it, did you cry out “Merry Christmas!”in Aramaic?
Do you spend time between listening to prayers despairing, perhaps even swearing, that ‘Xmas’ does not bear your last name?
Or are you in on the joke that the Greeks often use the ‘X’ as the abbreviation of Christ?
Is it really a vice to say “Happy Holidays!” a couple of times a year?
Or do you say, “Your inclusiveness should fry with you in the lake of hell?”
Is it bad for me to say “Merry Christmas” too?
Truthfully, Jesus, I’m all in a stew,
so I guess I’ll leave it up to you.
III:
Oh Christmas tree, lovely Christmas tree!
Chopped down in a forest of plastic at a Chinese factory.
That year, 1987, was the first year your blessed bough hung before us,
Joy to the World and the rest of the chorus.
That first year, do you recall?
We broke your stand and had to nail you to the wall,
tied with festive utilitarian string,
A live tree stand for a metal trunk is an interesting thing.
We Wish You a Merry Christmas and colored lights
Trying to put you up is liable to yoke a fight.
Complicated, lopsided, daring you to fall,
Well, we said, at least you’re tall.
Jingle Bells, dust, and left over tree icing,
Damn I wish it were spring and gifts weren’t so high in the pricing.
But I love your ornaments, indeed I do,
Even if you look like you were decorated by monkeys in the zoo.
Martha Stewart would cry if she saw this tree where ‘Taste’ goes to die,
But two ornaments per limb here means pleasures double,
Memories good and bad, triumph over trouble.
Gold garland and silver star, thoughts happy do not tacky mar.
1markt: http://1markt.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/shes-eight-years-old/
She is eight years old and a whole life should be ahead for her, but instead it is death.
Listening to her forced me to step away from myself.
Her smile still sparkled with innocence and the improbable possibility, that anything is possible.
With a calmness that those of older years have no knowledge of,
She looks at life and struggles with no judgment, just acceptance.
She mentions that she searches for an answer as to why this is something she must face.
But it has not diminished the resiliency of youth that looks beyond the things that grown-ups can see and touch.
And as I look at her, I can’t help but wish that I had courage as such.
When I sorrow about my minor difficulties compared to hers.
I realize I am a coward to not face and overcome the problems which are of my own making.
You see, I’ve had the opportunity to advance in years.
As I think of this young life, I am forced to hold back tears,
But they will not stay hidden and they tell on my soul.
And I want to comfort her and give her assurance, for she’s only eight years old.
The sparkle of a child’s heart that is causing mine to break.
God is great, and I keep hoping that he has made a mistake.
Her eyes, smile and posture, still show so much strength.
Even though she knows her life will be of a short length.
I wish so I had the power, or great amounts of gold.
That could mediate a better deal, because she’s only eight years old.
Still a little girl excited by doll houses, pretty blouses and books.
Will never know the scent of puppy love looks.
We all know that God is in control.
But she’s only eight years old.
I’ve never regarded myself as being overtly sensitive.
Most of the times I’ve tried to disassociate myself from being genteel and remain primitive.
This young girl was showing me how to live.
Maybe she was so young that life did not have that much meaning yet.
Maybe God had already shared with her a secret,
And made her promise that she would keep it.
I watched as sponsors brought joy to the situation,
By donating to her an outdoor playhouse through the Make- a-Wish Foundation.
She was still a beautiful young woman though radiation had taken her hair.
There was more to life than looks, but God, though I don’t understand still allows us to meet some angels.
I guess angels know when they have to come for one of their own.
Nothing but dignity and grace exuding from this young soul.
In spite of the fact that she is just eight years old.
Inside Hema’s Den:http://hemarao.wordpress.com/2010/11/28/when-the-sun-shines-bright/#comment-121
There is a song in every flower,
And the birds fly up on the tower;
The bee hums near its hive,
And the dog barks ten to five;
The school children trot joyfully
As the mothers buzz busily;
A street urchin whistles his day away,
And the paddy fields bow down in a sway;
The trees look fresh and green,
And its leaves glow with a sheen;
The shining glasses on the match-box towers
Reflect the sunlight and show all colors;
My heart soars high, And I let out a cheerful sigh!
Then I take a closer look, At all the things that look so good;
The flowers cringe facing the mid-day sun,
And the birds tire easily by the heat;
The bees disperse to toil for the day,
And the dog retires, turning its back to the ray.
Inside the stuffy class-rooms, the kids dont look so gay,
And the busy mothers long for a holiday;
The urchin starts worrying about his dinner,
And the paddy fields silently await the farmer.
The trees yearn for some more water
As they have far too many leaves to cater;
Behind the dark glasses of the tall tower,
Are hundreds of people struggling without a tear.
Wiserskydriver:http://wiserskydiver.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/473/
Change in me is righteous
The look in your eyes of admiration is brightest
Glitters my soul with love
Compassion and passion nurtured you have in me
Fountain sprinkling emotions
Taught me to rhyme words with amore and adore
Inspiration to me mature
Journey through your eyes with our hands holding tight
Time knows no goodbye
Flying carpet like has been this blossoming life ride
Righteous one you to me
Sin purged off me for forgiven I am cause you love me
Celebrating A Year: http://mairmusic.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/week-113-summer-interior/
she sleeps and dreams of words to free
her if syllables hold the germ
of truth or phrases can confirm
her pathway that may be the key
but vowels lie scattered on the lawn
while consonants come knocking at
the window she ignores them that
way lies madness she’ll not be drawn
into reworking words now gone
speech failed her once she can barely
think of that summer interi-
or without pain and here today
she tries but finds nothing to say
that her future is meant to be
Lynna: http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/onward-to-oblivion/
Salted paths on battered cheeks
No one sees, nor cares
Lost in their own struggle
Hiding from themselves
They stuff it all in the bottle,
Excreting forgetfulness out of the needle
Flying on melodies not their own
Creating alternate states from stories
that may be fallacies
But who cares
They hide the pain
If for a while, just a little while
Grab a calendar, that was two years ago
Dasuntoucha:http://dasuntoucha.blogspot.com/2010/12/reality-that-continually-rapes-dream.html
Riika:http://riikainfinityy.com/2010/11/18/a-new-era-worlds-combination/
Worlds
connected
Dimensions
clashed
People
blended
Atmosphere
changed
Technology
advanced
Lights
celebrated
Desires
pondered
Dreams
greeted
Hope
seen
Miracles
occurred
Dawn
showered
Evening
meditated
Night
secured
A new era
World Combination
It isn’t that bad after all
Victoria: http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/duality/
Sun,
shadow,
light and dark
merge into one,
brighten the forest,
eclipse the dawning morn.
Do you understand these words?
I am a woman; you’re a man.
I am a Christian; you don’t believe
in anything you cannot see or touch
or comprehend in terms of science.
Together we are Everyman
who seeks to taste the meaning
of a life unfolding
in obscurity.
Come with me, then.
taste beauty,
flowers,
joy.
Ash Bee Zone: http://ashbeezone.wordpress.com/2010/12/10/love-is/
Love is something Special,
to Have it
Love is a Pure feeling,
to Feel it
Love is an Aroma,
to Smell it
Love is so Delicious,
to Taste it
Love is so Pleasant,
to Enjoy it
Love is very Valuable,
to Take it
Love is very Powerful,
to Sense it
Love is so Beautiful enough,
to Appreciate it
Love is now a Necessity,
to Have it.
Love is in The Air,
to Breathe it
Love is a Ocean,
to Swim it
Love is a Light,
to Spread it
Love is a Symphony,
to Hear it
Love is a High Hill,
to Climb it
Love is a Truth,
to Accept it
Love is a Trust,
to Believe it
Eventually,
Love is your Life,
to Get With it,
and,
Love is a Reason
to Live it
But,
Love is neither a Lie,
Don’t Pretend & Fake it
Love is nor Lust and Sex,
Don’t F*ck it
Love is neither Money,
Don’t Squander it
Love is nor a Politics,
Don’t Play it,
Even, Love is not Pain,
Don’t Hurt it.
Because
Love is not inbuilt
in your Brain,
Don’t Use it
It’s lying inside
The Depths of your Heart
Then, Just Show it !!
Raji: http://thepoetrywagon.blogspot.com/2010/12/shape-poetrysoaring-high.html
Marlee-I Mystic http://mysticmarleei.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/you/
You put a hurting on me
This I can see
A kind of hurt that’s unlikely
You open me up so deep inside
That my feelings I can not hide
Matter of fact I walk around with pride
And a smile on my face that outshines the sunshine
During my day, when you’re away
I think of all the things you say
The sound of your voice in my ear
And your breath that carries the words I hear
You excite me with just your presence
And when you leave I still feel your essence
And I thank you for this
This new kind of bliss
I felt it the first time that we kissed
It’s a feeling I’ve prayed for but always missed
Olivia:http://oliviasmindlymatters.wordpress.com/2010/05/27/phoenix-is-me/
A morsel of you is all I had wanted:
So, I could laugh,
I could smile,
And I could be me..
You made me beg for my very own essence-
And robbed me of my laughter,
You wiped away my smile,
Till I was no longer Me..
You dictated your terms,
And I was blindly to lead;
Thorns that you had embedded
And I was on it to sleep.
You didn’t see me dreaming:
Of a fight and my win..
You didn’t notice my virtue,
And lived like a foolish king.
If you don’t know what I mean
Then look around till you can nomore see,
Your dictates hang suspended in the air,
And so does your hollow esteem.
I am nomore a doormat
That you could stomp upon Me,
I have risen from my ashes;
And now Dwell in Eternity.
My being is now bigger
Than your mind can perceive-
It has a radiance of a thousand Suns;
And, is brighter than you can perceive.
I enjoy my solitude; and I no longer grief..
I convey now what’s in my mind
And I yet do not speak..!!
My words now have re- invented-
Wordsworthmillions: http://wordsworthmillions.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/ruins-of-pain/
She dreamt of this moment
to stand and amend the past
to free herself from her pain
beholding the caved in roof
door to the past lost to time
windows forever debarred her pain
and a sadness sneaked in
unwept tears of the past flooded
her unexpressed grief
the walls had cracked with her desperation
the unmoving floor had buried her blood
the pillow had shrouded her shame
scores of years she fended her fears
and tended to her essence
the light at the end of the tunnel glowed brighter
Words4afriend:http://words4afriend.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/flower/
Never knowing the joy, you bring
Perfume scent dancing deep
Mystery, there lay secrets lone
Signs of seasons perceived
For one whose image instilled upon
rest among fragrant thoughts
Symbols of peace and love visually caught
Surrounded in brilliance glowing
Even in the evening night attention sought
Resplendence by light from morning sun
Tranquil thoughts when gazed upon
Breath gentle winds pleasantry
An image in yearning espial
Soothing magic colors tame
Never knowing the joy, you bring
Never knowing the comfort felt
In your bloom the secrets lie
Ina: http://inaweblogisback.wordpress.com/2010/12/10/haiku-or-naisaiku-or-senryu/
nights without loving
cold shivering are my dreams
waiting for your hands
WAKING UP FROM THIS NIGHTMARE
loving hands waiting
nights shivering without cold
for my dreams are you
Tasithoughts: http://tasithoughts.wordpress.com/2010/12/17/where-are-you/
Nightmare from which I cannot awake from
He looks like you in every nuance and move
I do not find you as I once did in his eyes
He is like some doppelganger or alien copy
Where is the man who against snow falling
promised me love forever after?
Where is the man who drew childish art with
colored markers of rainbows and hearts?
Have you been abducted by some unseen power?
Has your soul been kidnapped by mischievous demons?
Has the government recruited you on some secret mission?
Have you been put on the witness protection program?
I do not recognize this twin of yours who is here with me
Who claims love for me , but still wants to lay with others
Who would prefer intimacy with strippers rather than me
Whose love comes with conditions that includes others
Who is this stranger?
Who breaks my heart in re-runs?
He is not you.
Where are you?
Frayed Edges: http://frayedges.wordpress.com/2010/12/04/slip-in-time/
I was waiting for your call to give me the number I needed.
But I never talked to you, how could I call?
We talked a week ago. I have it in my notes.
No that isn’t possible. I have been waiting for you
to return my call of last week.
I did return your call the same day last week.
But how is that possible? I would have remembered.
We didn’t talk. I know we didn’t.
It’s not a big deal. You can give me that number now.
Oh, but it is…a very big deal.
How does one forget an entire conversation?
Drew: http://ukeepwalkingforward.wordpress.com/2010/12/12/we-hate/
Mankind has always tried
To eliminate~alienate~destroy
That which is different~
Undefined~unlike ourselves
And our kin.
We Hate.
History is filled with pages
About inquisitions~crusades~
Armadas~missionaries~segregation~
Women’s lib~civil rights~gay marriage~
Lynchings~dragging deaths~bullying~
Monstrous Monsters.
We Hate.
We despise what we cannot define,
We fear that which may challenge our
Core beliefs~make us UNSURE~
Convert us to them: The others.
We Hate.
So we lash out~we strike fear~
We kill~maim~burn crosses~
‘Cuz that’s what we do~we’ll
Be DAMNED if anyone is going to
Change or challenge our beliefs~
We’ll kill any motherfucker
That says we’re wrong.
We Hate…
…And inflict on others what we
Fear most will be inflicted upon us
And our kin~it’s okay, though
Because our way is correct~our
Beliefs are true~And THEY needed
TO BE SHOWN.
We hate ourselves because
We have no self
And inflict that fate
On generations to come.
Deadpoet88: http://deadpoet88.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/the-song/
I set the song free,
From the chains,
To which it was bound,
Once, holding fast,
To the walls of,
This prison.
I watched the song,
Float away on a cloud,
As the sun shone through,
With its lovely rays
Bringing warmth,
In the midst of cold.
I felt the song,
Rushing through
My every vein,
Flowing through,
Undiscovered lands,
And into my heart.
I sang the song,
Of my heart,
With written thoughts,
Making eye contact,
Saying nothing,
But feeling all.
I gently blew the song,
Into your palms,
Watching, waiting,
For the slightest hint,
Of understanding,
And acknowledgement.
A song came back,
On purple wings,
A song sent here by you.
I decided to wait,
Before opening it,
But, I still haven’t heard the tune.
~*~*~
Jingle: http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/i-wont-seek-revenge-4-thursday-poets-rally-week-35/
When it comes to a war,
There is no absolute
right or wrong anymore.
Always, there is revenge and joy for one
and suffering, grief for the other;
After a while,
There is revenge and joy for the other
and suffering, grief for the one.
As the fight goes on,
The roles change back and forth for centuries long.
Who is the villain,
Who is the victim?
Who is full of stupidity,
Who is full of wisdom?
Who is just,
Who is not?
Why do one side views the other
as inhuman, evil, and deserves to be shot?
The question remain,
no one has an absolute gain.
I am no fan of wars,
I have nil interests to
possess anythings of yours.
I won’t be enraged
If someone wants to have me discouraged,
Even if someone opts to
set me up for a challenge,
I will stay out of the picture
If I am humiliated or attacked in the future,
Fighting is no fun at all,
Life is short, why not stand tall
And enjoy playing some basketball.
Living In The Middle:http://www.livinginthemiddle.com/2010/12/winter-fae.html
Little water sprites
Dance on winter’s frozen lake.
Elegantly dressed in hollyberries
and ice crystals.
Their wings generating
just enough warmth for
their scarcely clad
fae bodies.
They dance with the
centaur, whose
filled their
dance cards,
And wait for
Spring to wake.
Kodjo Deynoo Poetry:http://poetrysoundbites.blogspot.com/2010/01/weakness.html
Did I sneeze achoo..
My guts out on slippery floor..
And went slide skating..
On tempestuous traps..
Weak is my desire..
Fantasy and lust..
Honeys that melt, on my lips..
What eyes don’t see..
Oh nice!..
Nose do smell..
Hands do touch,
Feeling contours,
Of heavenly sculpture..
Tempestuous tempting..
Seduction on slippery ropes..
I was only born a man..
With weakened lust..
Ibok: http://lordemmanuel.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/and-i-told-her/
I know my heart
cannot be opened
to confirm
if the words
that flow out of my mouth
are genuine
but the look in my eyes
would bear me witness
when I say
I love you!
For you bring out
the sweetness in me
like how the juice maker
squeezes out the juice
from oranges.
…and this sweetness
instigates my heart
to make my mouth
flow those words
I say
like, I love you!
Bodhirose: http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2010/09/30/inner-child/
Tossing and turning
in the lingering mugginess of a summer’s night,
sleep is elusive.
Positioning myself in the moonbeam pattern of light
playing across the bed,
I somehow now seem cooler there.
Staring out through the window, far up into the sky,
I search for comfort, a savior–
there is none where I rest.
The loneliness gathers me up
and embraces me fully–
sorrow catches in my throat
as I muffle my sobs.
Dear God, where are you–
my prayer beseeches.
I’m lonely, so alone,
no one sees me…
Recover your joy:http://recoveryourjoy.blogspot.com/2010/12/swept-away.html
Your breath whispers
a thousand promises
swept away
my body
awakens
where your touch
measures
my pulse
pounding
passion
rises
I melt
my heart
beating
madly
against
your mouth
consuming me
laying bare
my secrets
revealed
in shadowy light
your lips
peel back
my skin
pulsing
resistance
collapses
I fall
my mind
running
wildly
into
your body
revealing
a thousand promises
breathing
down
my body
I am
swept away.
shantescia: http://shantescia.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/hello-world/#comments
Sometimes the skies are blue
as blue as me
the waves are continuous
as the continuous waves meet with my continuous tears
my anger builds
the anger keeps building redder and redder
with the sun
as it rises
the grass will still grow
and the forgiveness will flow
straight from my soul
my heart you stole
you put it on the coal and left it there
this is rare the part where you left it there
sometimes the moon is white
a white light in the darkness
you had a light
a light that could not be trusted a light that would not last all night
your light diminished
the moon is still not finished
being the white light
in the darkness
the stars
I thought were ours
but mars was only ours the rest you left
until the death
of the stars that could have been ours
you left
descending
descending while mending
the clouds cushion the fall while bending the pain
for it is insane
the pain
down, down, down
the blue blue sky
the hot red sun
the soft healing clouds
the deep blue sea
healing
Words from within: http://asmiworld.wordpress.com/2010/12/19/broken/
The sound of it still lingers
The bits and pieces still scattered
The pain that came, when it shattered
From the eyes, flowing down like a river
Now dried up with the warmth of time
But still cold as ice, in a corner of mind
A revived memory from a forgotten past
An illusion that wouldn’t last
Like a vase, it broke
With one single movement
Never to be the same again
Never would it mend
Ended up on the floor like molecules of dust
Now blown away by the wind, is what I called TRUST
Infinite Rainbow:http://infiniterainbow.wordpress.com/2010/12/18/eternity/
Touch Eternity
All Things Healed
Meditate in Silence
Bliss Revealed
Jebjeb: http://jebjeb.wordpress.com/2010/07/18/drugs-kill-love-loneliness-kills-the-sober-victim/#comment-21
Take your bag
I’ll take one last glance
and turn the other way.
I got my substances
and you got your innocence.
Who would know
after that day
a storm would kill our love
and
as we say goodbye
one last time
my mind screams in silence,
don’t leave,
don’t ever leave.
You lied,
you promised you would never leave,
but you said goodbye
and I got high
and then you died.
I can’t sleep
every time I try
I dream I let you go.
Now,
I’m afraid it’s gonna rain
all of the time.
Take your bag
and walk.
I’ll take one last glance
and turn the other way.
I got my substances
and you got your innocence.
Who would know
after that day
a storm would kill our love
and as we say goodbye
one last time
my mind screams in silence,
don’t leave,
don’t ever leave.
You lied,
you promised you would never leave
but you said goodbye
and I got high
and then you died.
I write, I weep: http://inellezshayra.wordpress.com/2010/12/19/one-christmas-wish/
Every night, I look at the sight,
I see colorful lights that shine so bright
When daylight came, I have no reason,
It’s Christmas time, oh how I love this season!
Childrens are hanging their socks,
People are playing Christmas songs that rocks
Everyone are wrapping some gifts,
No one in this day makes trouble, even the thiefs.
Love and peace are everywhere
Everyone’s happy over there
Foes are asking forgiveness to each other
And friends are promising their friendship will be forever.
This season is the time of giving
Let us thank our Master for this laborious living
Let us celebrate this day, and start uniting
Let us all not forget to continue loving.
I love this season of the year indeed
I don’t care about Santa Claus’ gift to me
Because I only have one Christmas wish: love is all I need
And forever, with the people I love, to be.
Niroshan:http://nirosniper.wordpress.com/2010/12/19/a-raindrop-and-the-sea/
Once, fell from the vast blue sky
A rain drop, with thousand others
It dropped on a greenish small sapling
Felt neither pains nor bothers
Gently, slithered to a nearby stream
And fed the stream that withers
All flowed down the blue mountain
Making the beauty of mist
The cascade fell from the pure fountain
In a river, the raindrop, glided to sea
And enriched Its grand vastness
But never, the sea or rain drop
Proclaimed its own greatness
TC: http://slightlywacky.wordpress.com/2010/12/17/security/#comment-14
you’re at my window now,
you walk towards it slowly,
press your hand against the glass
maybe I won’t feel as lonely
Behind you I see trees,
purple sky and navy grass
A whole world to explore
If I weren’t behind this glass.
I built this shell for me,
to protect me from the rain.
In here, the bad things in the world
can never cause me pain.
you should come in here,
and stay awhile with me,
so you too can be safe,
from the pain and misery.
I call out for you,
but my voice makes no sound.
I’m stuck in this shell now,
too late to get out.
I try to smash the window,
you pound against the shell,
I can’t get out, you can’t get in.
I’m stuck inside this hell.
And then you give up.
It’s time to let go.
you walk away slowly
to where, I don’t know.
then the clouds spread out,
and the rain fell down,
so I watched from my window
As everything drown
Living In The Middle:http://www.livinginthemiddle.com/2010/12/bauhaus-yule.html
As fragile as hewed stained glass
Interrupted by slippery steps
This awning window fails to open
Changes painful yet evolving or retreating
Aureole composed of aventurine and amberina
Plate big servings of guilt and little else
Melancholia wrapped with handmade paper and silken ribbon
Framing all the honest sentiments
Impassable sentiments.
Where the evergreen does not adorn
Decorations do not enchant me.
Nor do material articles.
It is the loss of fellowship
Rising like Adagio for strings
burying what hurts most
for the sake of others.
Altering my season
Peace, I crave peace
but not in your
Fragile Baptistery.
Debi: http://tothinkornottothink.wordpress.com/2010/12/18/beauty/
It’s not about eyes kohled and massacred;
It’s about eyes on fire with fun and laughter,
Sparks flying.
It’s not about dimples,
But smiles so deep as to create the illusion of.
Smiles of love
And kinship born of years;
Early life years enveloped in tender teasing,
Profound caring hidden in gruff phrases,
Tosses in the air
Rewarded by peels of irresistible giggles.
Now, the young girl is woman, miraculously
Beautiful;
Beauty manifest in kindness, alertness,
Deep thoughtfulness.
Your father no longer afoot, but winged;
You willingly shoulder a bit of what rough old friends miss -
Quick wit, endorphin-inspiring stings soaked in affection -
You continue a corner of his Legend.
Our eyes cannot leave you;
We steal long, lingering gazes when you’re tuned to another.
We are all drawn to you;
Irresistibly fascinated,
Longing to stay in the warmth,
The vibrancy that is you.
Dom*: http://dom-bodhidharmafatherofzen.blogspot.com/2010/12/perfect-poets-award-thursday-poets.html
The bright red flower
Kissing the sky
Stands all alone in silence*
