Leo:
http://leonnyes.wordpress.com/2011/01/15/myriad-is-my-mind/
Many years ago, when pain forced its way
Yearned I an escape vent, to still be sane
Rain to calm me, no darkness in my day
In this quest, I sought life, a little mundane
All lost, I considered, to give up my fight
Desire was ardent, yet far away – hope
It was then I realized, embraced light
Still I had poems, with them I could cope
My reincarnation started, I wrote
Yearning for the fire, the sparks again rose
My quest began, a carnival of notes
Imagination soared, subsided woes
Now the language etched, continues writing
Despite the obstacles, continues fighting
Scent of my heart:
http://scentofmyheart.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/today/
Olivia:
https://oliviasmindlymatters.wordpress.com/2011/01/01/realizations/
Revelations n Realizations
Spun a giant swirl-
I only crawled through
Counting the broken cords!
Like the effervesce in the soda
Rising to the surface; bursting before long-
Yet a few bigger ones perched at the side
The past stances balanced their Karmic existence
Hold the glass next to your eyes
Look through the starful of sky within the bubbles
Such has been my Life till now
Fizzling through the fizz n disappear..
I no longer whine for the lost “possessions”
I know I am destined to own the bigger ones
I now prepare for the Universe to hit upon Me
Celebrating my success; praising the very state of my being!
Victoria:
http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/january-in-the-desert-jingles-poetry-rally/
I am
a wild strawberry
woven among
low-lying oleander branches,
I am
the fear that brushes
by your body in
the darkness of a dream.
I am
cloud-fingers
slipping over
mounded slopes
of snow-capped
Santa Rosa mountains
bringing rain
and night.
I slap
the rounded curves of
wind-stroked cheeks
turned skyward.
I am the hummingbird.
I wait outside
your window
with promises of joy.
Jamie Dedes:
http://musingbymoonlight.com/2011/01/13/winter-2/
No illusions, no illusions, no lies, no softened truth,
no tears, no bargains, though sun shines and birds sing,
Winter is here, I know.
Winter is too crisp and sharp to invite either love or lechery,
and those men, husbands and lovers, see through it to seasons
young and not so inclined to ponder as one man complained,
while I watched the grass die, the leaves dry, the earth harden,
cold winds blowing over the graves that house our bodies.
And I being I was always asking
“Why”
Once Spring danced like wild flowers in the wind,
held dew and promise and smiled like a plump, well-fed babe.
It had never heard the word defeat and didn’t know hate or anger.
Spring liked to play, and romp, and sing and
hung on a tree to ripen, her question
“Why”
Summer took itself seriously, was wide-eyed with longing, sizzling in the sun.
It wore a red dress and the champagne happiness of a husband and baby
and bravado because Summer is young and youth is bold,
a silver bell that rings and rings and never stops.
Too much is not enough and yet – a tremulous
“Why”
Autumn gently smiled, like Da Vinci’s lady, and danced old dances,
reminisced Begin the Beguine, stepping lightly on brown leaves.
It was lined with gold and muted silks, remembered is manners,
nodded wisely, spoke sagaciously , and was a might too profound.
Haughty with itself, it just knew it knew
“Why”
Winter…Winter is content, sees itself in Time displaced and learned
laughter has meaning and fleshy bonds and boundaries dissolve.
A bit stiff, cold, and slow now, slowing to honor the sacred,
to say “i love you,” to say “it was good,” to say “thank you.”
Sun rise, sun set, and once dormant trees burst forth with green,
sanguine and serene, just a habit now that question
“Why”
Trisha:
http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/free-soul-14th-january-2011/
I stopped by woods
feeling the absolute peace
every movement talked
told me hundreds of stories
history was unraveled.
Christopher:
http://industrialarts.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/thursday-poets-rally-week-37-entry/
What is the point of this?
If all I do is sit, sit, sit?
Never get up off my lazy ass
Wander the world
Find a girl
Fall in love
And spend my days in the shade
Eating grapes by the bank of a river
Instead I sit and brood and wonder
At all the endless possibilities
And I get lost in the choosing
The method of selection
The reason of sorting and putting
All this up in my face
I forget
Someone Is Special:
http://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/2011/01/through-childs-eyes.html
Through a child’s eyes
World is a space for humans
Neither the boundaries
Nor their skins matter
Through a child’s eyes
Race is what happens
On the school playground
Not the human colors
Through a child’s eyes
God is an unseen love
Adored for the blessings
Not the religious divisions
Through a child’s eyes
Mommy & Daddy are souls
Friends & Siblings are blood
Rests of them are relatives
Through a child’s eyes
This poem is a rhyme
A bunch of words to cheer
Without knowing the real fear
Riika:
http://riikainfinityy.com/2011/01/13/the-key-to-another-world/
Invasion
into
the world of
life and death
An unknown language
A strange culture but we
are only here for one thing
The key to another world
The door had always
existed
from the
beginning
only those
intelligent
ones are able
to see the
surface
The brain of
limitless ideas
The heart of
selfless thoughts
The soul of
endless dreams
The
one and only
key
to open
that
door
a world
that
never
existed
exist
.
.
.
Angela:
http://angelacohan321.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/the-cruel-hand-of-time/
Boredom and frustration creep into daily life
Thrill seeking for the young and the restless
and adventures are for the brave
Middle age is the affliction that plagues my days
and has sunk its ugly teeth into my tired bones
The cruel hand of time has painted lines on my once fresh face
and the mirror does nothing to hide the irreversible flaws
But I don’t regret what’s come to pass
I would do it all again if given a chance
I don’t look back and I have decided
not to count the wrinkles on my face
and count my blessings instead
Booguloo:
http://booguloo.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/happy-rally/
A full tank of gas
New tires and clean wind shield
Pit stop over vroom
Fiveloaf:
http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/19/the-tears/
the tears
i shed
from my eyes
waters
the peonies
that bloom
in my heart..
Drama:
http://dramastrois.wordpress.com/2011/01/23/sugarcoated/
Nasty thoughts sugarcoated with blinding thoughts. Can’t believe that I’ve actually got. A reason to not. Go out and be crazy..
Nasty feelings sugarcoated with nervous beliefs. Lots of things that I do not see. Want to see. Seeping right inside of me..
Your dialogue box sugarcoated with nice words. You really wanna tell me you hate me. Plain to see. Could it just be destiny..
Sad thoughts sugarcoated like sugar on rocks, Dieing minutely, feel the energy, saying this is “temporary”..
Maddening imagination sugarcoated with God, driving around all naked, wearing a wig and fainted, extending away from the norms of society stated..
Lovey dovey times sugarcoated with who, what where, can’t u leave it just there? We’ll do this when we get there? Substituting my love for you..
Vodka shots sugarcoated with water and sprite, feeling like I could shit dynamite, this is tight, at a family function..
Missing yours, let’s just totally overexxagerate on the boo’s, poking you, is it a way of telling you, that I miss you?
I believe sugarcoated by we believe, solemn standing is never good, u look like wood, straighten up means “look like how WE should”..
Sugar.sugar..sprinkle fast. Make a big pile, make it last.
Finding the boTtom makes it tough, never will it get as rough..
Sugar, sugar coat it chocolate, tomoRrow ill shave my hair like a mullet, grow a bullet, jump where u sit, scream a song instead of singing it..
But what will I do? Ill sugarcoat it.
Andra:
http://andrasthings.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/si-sa-incheiem-cu-idei-pozitive/
I am
A small leaf falling on the ground
Just some fire burning inside out
A cat asking for the food
A standing chair, chopped up wood
A tiny piece in the whole wide world
A petal flying in the wind
A few drops merging with the ocean
An ingredient in the magic potion
A female standing in the crowd
A baby crying out loud
The stuff you need to get through the day
Fireworks at a parade
The one you used to hate
A candy that sweetness people
Some fresh made lemonade
A fish that catches on the bait
The smile on a baby face
The winner at a race
A big and rainy cloud
I am a what makes me proud
Colors of my mind:
http://chinmay28.wordpress.com/2011/01/22/a-dream/
I dream of my face drowned in with vividness,
In the silky mass of your feathery hairs,
Being lost with your smile as the harness,
Stunned and sheepish, waiting for a caress.
I dream of my eyes engrossed in yours,
Unaware of everything outdoors,
Curious how those lovely pearls would be,
To always convey me how much you love me.
I dream of my senses locked up in baffling,
Glimpsing only your images swaddling,
Listening only to your voice cradling,
With you being the only thing my thoughts behold,
That you are everything I need in the world…
Vishwas:
http://vishwasanand28.wordpress.com/2011/01/19/kindling-romanticism/
The stage is set for a drama so tense,
But the players aren’t willing to revel in the suspense.
There’s many a tide that makes hardly any sense,
Taken at many a flood viewed through a deeper lens.
.
The placid waters have taken a notorious turn,
As we drink in the drops in our attempt to learn,
What lies beyond the ocean we tend to discern,
Is an eternal drama uncovering plenty of urn.
.
The fun of it all is in the judgments of art we take,
To confuse plotted journeys for reality’s sake,
There ain’t a mask we’re ready to make,
Dripping with abundant emotion to make a deserted lake.
.
When Naturalism plots a plot-less path of laze,
Romanticism entwines it to form a startling maze,
Burdening our mind in a scurrying trauma of craze,
And blowing the cobwebs in a frenzy to amaze.
.
The choices we make have a massive stake,
As our lives leap in flight in the closing wake,
And dance to the romance of a terrifying make,
As Romanticism cuts the cake we’ve set to bake.
.
Destiny’s shape has taken on a darker twist,
As it’s now covered in glory in a heavy mist.
‘Twas not hitherto defined in my weirdest list,
But my life is now dotted with bountiful tryst.
Fatima:
http://fatimaspoetry.wordpress.com/2010/05/19/your-mistake/
One day when you’re standing on a lonely road
When the one you thought loved you, let you go
You’ll recognize…in those beautiful dark brown eyes
The mistake you made, you’ll be asking yourself why
Why you let go of my true love, knowing it wasn’t fake
And you’ll know then, letting me go was your big mistake
You’ll know that, breaking my heart, tearing me all apart
Leaving me in the cold, leaving me thinking’ I should’ve known
Throwing my love away, window tossed
It wasn’t mine but more your sad loss
And you’ll remember that day as a haze
And you’ll know letting me go was your big mistake
You won’t know if I’ll still be waiting by your door
Or if life will give me better or take away my soul
Or if someone will love you that much ever again
Wonder if you’ll get a second chance, there and then
Knowing there’s only me but her you’d find ten fakes
And you’ll know then, letting me go was your big mistake
You’ll know that, breaking my heart, tearing me all apart
Leaving me in the cold, leaving me thinking’ I should’ve known
Throwing my love away, window tossed
It wasn’t mine but more your sad loss
And you’ll remember that day as a haze
And you’ll know letting me go was your big mistake
Baby, letting me go was just your big mistake
‘Cause you won’t find me ever again
Only cause you made that big dumb stupid mistake
Fairytales:
http://jgfairytales.wordpress.com/2011/01/17/do-you-wish-for-me-as-much-as-i-wish-for-you/
Do you wish for me as much as I wish for you?
Do you lie awake at night wondering what it’ll be like when we meet?
Do you wish for me every day?
Do you wonder what it’ll be like when we kiss?
Do you wonder what it’ll be like when our parents meet?
Do you wish for me every day?
Do you wonder what it’ll be like on our wedding night?
Do you wonder what it’ll be like when our first child is born?
Do you wish for me every day?
Do you wonder what it’ll be like to spend the rest of your life together with me?
Do you wish for as much as I wish for you?
Sincerelywordgirl:
http://sincerelywordgirl.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/black-sheep/
Unfortunately
I’ve been beat up
Put down
Handled rough
Shoved to the ground
Treated un fair
Looked over
Vaguely shown care
Pushed lower
I’ve been left out
Just me
They don’t care about
Including me
I’m just the black sheep
I’m an outsider
Who cares about me
I’m a side liner
Pett:
http://iampett.wordpress.com/2011/01/11/if-tomorrow-will-come/
I knew right from the start that this day would come, I regret none. I know I’m a puzzle with a missing piece but with you I feel whole.
I knew it’s going to be hard but I know you’re worth the try.
Missing you like this is hard but I am powerless to make you mine.
I don’t know what tomorrow have in store for us but if you ask me, I want more tomorrows with you.
No more questions, I’ll wait until that day comes.
Intuition:
http://myintuitivesoul.wordpress.com/2011/01/18/gliding-to-life/
Restlessly my soul glides, so peacefully across your crystal like
space
Dancing to the rhythm of wind blown melodies
Touching a white cloud with my very finger tips
Feeling its imaginary existence playing with my every emotion
FREEDOM. .my soul cries out
Poetry of Asian:
http://poetryoftheasian.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/boulder/
With passing of breaths I could only boulder by,
Allowing the time to pass over
My uneven exterior of flesh worn thin
As if rock being smoothed away,
By burning droplets of clear and tranquil water.
This is how I slowly passed hours,
Simply boulder by the long hot summer days
On the moss covered porch and steps,
While shadows flicker under what light eyes perceive,
Unable to leave their own ways,
Keeping company as I too boulder the time,
Until we’re smoothed to gritty dust.
Kevin:
http://kevinalanlamb.wordpress.com/2009/02/24/aching-stars/
Bob Dylan sings a raspy tune in my ear
Business men walk by my side
I sit, I listen, and yes, I try
To be different, to make a difference, to be the antithesis of it all
His folklore and reflection make me think of my own
A skill of the great artists, a skill I know not yet, if I own
I write, I type, I talk- and people listen
I spread good word, good faith, hope is my mission
A revolutionary of love, wisdom, and gold souls
I am becoming the mission I wish to lead
For the things I believe in, I need only a mirror to see
If we live not, the lives we preach
Then how, or why, would we ever teach?
My medium is not broad, but of personal reach
In order to see, I first listen, and be blessed to receive
His words, his accents, his rasp, and his soul
An endless journey of hands held by our side
Self-discovery, self-becoming, love to find
Love to be, love to lose, love to seek, and love to choose
These roads we walk, often talk, of men who traveled years ago
They speak of pain, of course none the same, all unique- with beauty to tame
Open roads, un-daunting loads, horizon and possibility fill the sky
Trails of daylight, hopes it’ll stay alright, hopes- of anything at all
Aching stars paint the night sky
Watching, waiting, never certain why
They sing of misery, love they lost, and of course- love never had
The price of eternity they speak, the price of fading, yet never weak
Death by supernova, it’s sure been nice to know ya, whoever, wherever you are
You kiss, I wish, for a taste I know only- for how it is missed
You walk, you tramp, you sleep, you dream
How surreal, the fading life of stars must seem.
Wiserskydriver:
http://wiserskydiver.wordpress.com/2011/01/09/love-you-miles/
Miles goes her smile
happy and love is the distance
miles long seems the doorway
sad for shes not here
miles away i can hear
longing you always dear
miles speed comes her warmth
in her arms i wanna die hearing her hearts sound
miles and miles may come
baby no matter how far i will run to kiss g’nite
Gemma:
http://greyscaleterritory.blogspot.com/2011/01/river-of-stones-16-creativity.html
Creativity
Limited by stale thoughts
Re-invent the slate
Linn:
http://verseforthecynical.wordpress.com/2011/01/11/the-end-came-so-quickly/
A tender moment in which
we leaned our weary heads together,
a firmament of assurance
in which our tired souls
rejoiced, for we were broken.
Was just a brush of hands,
like leaves that fall
shyly about each other
in Autumn’s dampening chill.
Together, we braced
Winter’s displeasure, isolation,
months of killing breeze
in our weathered faces,
upon our weathered hearts.
But with Spring’s stirring song,
your rhythm raced ahead
until a lovely voice became
a distant whisper, detached
and insolent and selfishly joyous.
Summer’s heat seals my chasms,
melting a heavy heart
into easy water.
But neither this sunny reproach
nor the deep, warm winds
can remove what icy shrapnel
you embedded,
so many months ago.
Creation Dreams:
http://thelunaticsdiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/venom.html
Through two triangular, hollow vessels
Green liquid seeps,
Introducing itself to the flesh
Before then the muscles were fine
But now, they spasm
Waves of sickness arrive through the throat and escape, digested
Nerves, at one point doing their business
Have received orders from the enemy
False
To paralyze its victim
Legs, heart, lungs, everything
What now?
What’s more to do but let this dooming liquid run its course?
It’s over
Dakshi:
http://loveamongotherthings.wordpress.com/2011/01/16/doormat/
Don’t want
To be
A doormat,
Where everyone wipe
Their feet,
And soon forgetting,
How welcoming,
It looked,
When they
Came in,
Feeling of being helpful,
Won’t last for long,
Leaving mud stains and dirt,
On it…
Hera:
http://singinthebreeze.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/the-rope/
The air gets clearer near the end
I feel the weight of a frozen hand
I look down and you’re barely there
But from where you are it would hurt to land
Were you to fall
We’ve never fought like this before
I feel we’ve no love anymore
I look down and see you slipping
And I’m afraid I wouldn’t care
Were you to fall
~
I need to know
Would you let go
At the top of the mountain
When I’m out of sight
Would you have the strength
To hold my rope
When I’m only halfway
When I’ve lost all will to fight
I need to know
Would you let go
~
I’ve something pulling at my heart
I feel the guilt of violent thoughts
I’m scared to look what have I done
But there you are still hanging on
Why won’t you fall
The sun is setting on our fantasies
Are we meant to part as enemies
My arms are shaking my tears like ice
Consider my desires as casualties
Were you to fall
~
I need to know
Would you let go
At the top of the mountain
When I’m out of sight
Would you have the strength
To hold my rope
When I’m only halfway
When I’ve lost all will to fight
I need to know
Would you let go
~
You look above like you know what I’m thinking
I see your eyes and the fear inside them
I know not what drove me to this
I am so sickened by me
Answer me before I do it
It makes no difference to me
~
I just need to know
Would you let go
At the top of the mountain
When I’m out of sight
Would you have the strength
To hold my rope
When I’m only halfway
When I’ve lost all will to fight
I need to know
Would you let go
~
I need to know
Would you let go?
Ali:
http://alifali.wordpress.com/2010/12/29/2010-bye-byegood-bye/
You are leaving,
I know,We will never meet again,
Last Time,Give me a Hug and a Huge Smile,
You Brought me High there I took a Sigh.
You Took Me There,Where I met Them All,
I will remember the Lesson of Truthful Call,
You taught me Honesty to People who adore,
You told me to refrain Where Evils core.
Yes,you brought some unending tears,
I know,
But Parallel you brought Eternal Smiles,
All in Row.
You were a Blessing in many rays,
Thence you were Cries in many ways.
You took away many humans away,
You brought adorable people almost every day.
Thank You for Every good moment you gave me,
I Forgive You too in this way!
Its time to Say You Bye,
My new Guest is here, I am off to receive them!
2010 Bye Bye,
Good Bye !
Rtystyk:
http://rtystykgurl.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/45/
It is from the tree of knowledge we are to eat
For it is by ignorance we are greatly deceived
The stories of the world are encoded in time
In ancient graffiti and scared scriptures of the past
Like ancient fortune tellers they say what the future holds.
As the stars give us sight so we may see at night
And knowledge is the light that from out of the darkness we see
So that we shall see where are going and the error of our ways.
Welkinsiskin:
http://welkinsiskin.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/time-and-the-power-of-pen/
Times Are Dynamic,
Like The Tidal Waves Of An Interminable Ocean;
Changing On Each Linear Extension
In Each Spur Of Moment,
Like The Sorrowful Weather
Fatiguing And Fooling Sometimes,
Once In A While Playing The Right Still
But Yet The Still Pen Does Drive
Outpouring The Heart Of Hearts
Non-stop- Like The Beating, And Throbs Of Heart…
In Recollections And Sorrows,
In Loss And Gain,
In Romance And Dedication,
In Horror And Pain…
Does The Pen Stop Nowhere
For The Life Is Pen
To Conquer The Unconquerable Unknown….
Sarah:
http://sarahalexandrageorge.wordpress.com/2011/01/09/horseman/
Your coat quivers beneath my touch,
Rosy gray and warm, yet cold.
A soft whicker stalls my tears
You know my every thought, my fears.
Piercing eyes that I know so well,
Smoky green tinged with burnished gold.
Horse and rider, while the suns rays burn,
Waiting, longingly for the day to turn;
For when the moon commands the sky,
On hooves he can no longer fly.
I find you once again my dear,
Sinewy muscles under bare skin,
A shift in shape and you appear,
Equine body reveals the man within.
Our love endures despite your fate,
I never let you leave my gaze,
Your wife, your lover, your mate
Forever, till the end of days.
Fancy by Fancy:
http://tarapurnell.wordpress.com/2011/01/10/paintpen-haiku/
Old man vandal inks
These subway car walled windows
Eighty years of angst
Dragon’s Dreams:
http://dragonkatet.wordpress.com/2011/01/11/waiting-is-labor-intensive/
I am
All edges.
Red and black
And jangled, jagged glass
Around the edges
Of my
Aura.
Nerves flare
Fight despair.
Count each breath
And meditate to pass
The patient hand
Of
Time.
Be still.
Open and fill
The empty
Places with calm and now.
Peace replaces
Fear’s blind
Horror.
The spine
Is mine.
To control
Energy’s path, divine.
With world’s stars
Do
Align.
And time…
Well, It passes.
It passes.
As it has, does and will.
Stress doesn’t
Stop
It.
I have
A path
Full of light.
Reflected from the shards
Of unknown
Futures,
Bright.
Rebirth from every adversity, a challenge overcome but not challenging Fate
Bounce back, a super-ball… I keep hitting walls…
So I wait. And wait. And wait…and wait.
Alix:
http://tappingthewellwithin.com/2011/01/07/child-of-god/
I am naked in my beauty,
Glory where I stand,
With Sun’s light on my outside and
Spirit’s light within.
The heavens are my playground,
I ride the starry lands.
Jubilant with laughter,
I gallop cosmic sands.
The wind outside me whispers,
It blows when I cry out.
The horses from fields are calling
I am within; they are without.
Yet I am the grass they are eating,
I am the feet that walk
I am the nose that nibbles
The rounded back, the lifted hock—
All of Source flows through me
I am it and it is mine
The rug beneath my feet is me
The sun is my light, too,
All of light is Spirit and
All of Spirit, mine.
I echo the song of the children—they know I am Divine.
And all of this breath is in me
And gently it flows out
In the moon and the mist and the loving
As within; so without.
As within; so without.
Becky:
http://bsain.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/i-write/
… I write,
because if I keep the words inside it hurts.
… I write,
because I need to figure this mess out.
… I write,
because you beckon me to.
… I write,
just so you’ll read.
… I write,
because the words get stuck in my throat.
… I write,
because I have to.
… I write to think.
… I write to breathe.
… I write to hear.
… I write to listen.
… I write to understand.
… I write to be understood.
… I write,
because it feels so good.
… I write,
to cover up this pain.
… I write,
because screaming causes a scene.
… I write,
because I have a story to tell.
… I write,
to quiet the constant ruminations.
… I write,
until the words run out.
Poetic Seraph:
http://poeticseraph.wordpress.com/2011/01/15/retaliation/
After the soldiers finally left on that profane day
Her skin captured the blossoming smell of death
The sacredness of her daughter had been taken away
As they laughed over the silence of her final breath
Violated virgin blood rushing to leave the infant’s wounded skin
Colouring the helpless hands of a mother in despair
Eyes frozen in time, the grip of little fingers growing thin
Her fragile body turning cold as her spirit is no longer there
A mother died a million times that day
She died over and over again
Now she had to burry her daughter
And could find no way
To tell her husband about the gruesome slaughter
Knowing that he would perpetrate an avenging sin
Tears filled with mourning burned his eyes
He was determined to seek revenge, fuelled by despise
He kissed her forehead and left his place of memories
And when he finally found them
He splattered the blood of these enemies
Gashing limbs as his soul came to die
And when he finally crashed between bodies of soldiers he slashed
The warm red blood soaking his clothes could still not rectify
The agonizing pain he felt over the death of his only child
Sumit:
http://myriad-sumit.blogspot.com/2011/01/celestial-embrace.html
Celestial embrace
Sickness, bad omen – vanish
Into oblivion
Ill, negative thoughts -
After a tender hold in arms
Fade like morning mist
Smile on lips return
Worries seem non-existent -
Mother’s loving clasp
Flicshis:
http://felicityshiro.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/i-look-forward-to/
Do I see out there,
For my attention to capture,
Therefore I sit and stare,
Nothing in particular,
,
I gaze into the air….
I am here,
Filled with so strong a desire,
For many things longed for…..
I let my mind wander,
Away from now and here,
Into the then and there,
To the near and far future,
There I let my mind ponder,
Ponder on things longed for….
Well,
I look forward to,
Realization of dreams,
Achievement of hopes,
Fulfillment of ambitions and desires,
Winning of battles,
Passing of tests,
Overcoming trials,
Completion of projects,
Clearance of debts,
Stability of emotions,
Satisfaction of needs and wants!
I look forward to,
When my present will be my past….
‘then’ being the ‘now’,
‘there’ being the ‘here’,
I look forward to get there,
Meanwhile,
I am bound to the now,
To today,
In my ‘I look forward to’ musings,
I won’t forget to live today,
I have to delight in it though,
Despite the odds,
As I look forward,
To tomorrow
Believing it will be better,
Believing tomorrow,
Will get me there,
To the place,
That for now,
I can only look forward to…..
Exploring life:
http://actoberreid.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/week-13/
“Romance”
Pulled close by my tie
weather is no match for this
in a trace we move.
“Doors”
hinges are removed
your presence is invited
come home with your heart.
“Need Her”
Need her existence
taste the wind she can become
how two fall in love.
“On Display”
do not forget that I
am yours,
your town and shade
your beautiful brown
waterfall that leaps from your
scalp to your shoulders,
I won’t forget what I came to say..
I would dry your feet after
your frame is bathed;
these are a few love’s
I’m not afraid to display.
“Boarded Up”
Like most people who write
I suppose I get bored and to
counteract that feeling I board up
all the doors and windows to my mind,
even seal the cracks in the wall
and floorboards and as I lay there
trapped in the dark with all my
imagination, I swing my fingers
back and forth until a poem comes
out.
“Being Black”
If I had a choice
it would be between the browns
I would sport them all.
“Issues” (an unfinished poem)
Social issues rooming
with racial issues,
sharing a bathroom
with inequality issues
hosting gender issues
repairing the back door
with sexuality issues.
Seems I can’t live here in
this home…
Chocolate Coated Classics:
http://lovepunaanybad.wordpress.com/2011/01/10/soulmate/
Have You Ever Had A Great Conversation With Someone
And From That First Conversation
You Knew You Found Your Soulmate?
Did The First Conversation Begin With
N^gger
B^tch
MotherF^cker
H^e
Or Some Other Profane Word?
Was That Initial Conversation Based On
“LUST” Or “INFATUATION”
*where was i*
oooooooOooooooo Yeah
Let Me Continue
It Must Have Had Something To Do
With That Sparkle
That I Saw
When I Looked Into Her Eyes
I Was Also Hypnotized By Her Soft Moist Lips
I Kept My Eyes On Them
Following Her Every Word
I Was Hypnotized
From The Start
By Her Self Confidence
Her Wit
Charm
And Amazing Unique Personality
Her Beauty Has Yet To Be Defined
By My Simple Words
One Single Touch From Her
Felt Like Heaven
Her Life Was Purposeful
God Really Broke The Mold
From The Moment Of Her Creation
Loved By All
“HATE”
Could Never Be The Center Of Her Universe
It Seems Prophetic
That She Would Often Say
“I’m Not Going To Be Here Forever”
Now She Has A New Home
I’m Sure That She Has Been Blessed
Because From Day One
She Was The Angel
That Captivated My Heart
It Must Of Been Her Smile
Or The Light
That Sparkled From Within Her Eyes
But I Knew From Day One
That She Would Be My Soulmate
For All Eternity
REST IN PEACE
Wanjiku:
http://wanjikumwaurah.wordpress.com/2011/01/15/silent-soliloquy
He was standing
Looking at her
In his head
“Am such a loser
No wonder I’ll lose her
I really never deserved her anyway
I always dissed her all the way
This, I brought to myself
Why couldn’t I just be?
How I always was before
Before I really had her
When impressing her
And making her smile
Was all I lived for?
When did I lose my footing?
Slipped so far off the tracks
Lost my brownies with her
She is the best for me
Oh! Scrap the rest
Like that thing I was with
When she walked in
Or the other that was on me
When she called
And heard her panting
Or the very first one who started with the sexting
Whatever was I thinking?
How did I loose my nuts to all others
She always forgave me
Taught me that love reigns
She could have left me after the third
She still has her esteem
She has a car and a job
She never was about the money
How could I bite the one hand
That fed me love
True love
She shifts on her feet
Looks at him thinking
How do I tell you
How best do I break this to you
After the third I was trapped
In a cycle of pain and
All through to the fifth
I found my solace
In the arms of the one
Who’ll have and hold me
I just need one thing
Just one
Your signature
They stood watching
Wishing one would speak
Close in the distance between them
One feeling sorry
One smelling freedom
So close to each other
Only distance narrowed by her suitcase
The distance spilled over to their thoughts
No longer in sync
But just
No questions asked
As paper changes hands
It’s done
Bonita:
http://danielandbonita.wordpress.com/2010/09/26/no-goodbyes/
The Body is my journey,
The soul may fly
But we won’t say goodbye
The heart may break
The tears will cry
But we won’t say goodbye
The mind may wonder
No answer why
The spirit may understand
And still draw nigh
But through it all, I know that we
Will never say goodbye
Like sunsets, each more lovely than the last
Like love that enters the heart and does not fade
Like dreams that source from memories long past
Like a dawn that breaks after an April rain
Souls will meet again
Hearts shine from within
Tears behind a smile
Deepening all the while
The spirit growing through the trial
There’s no need to say goodbye
Tigerbrite:
http://planetcyberluz.com/2011/01/14/tales-from-the-vienna-woods/
The theme is one to dance, to dream
Of fairies frolicking in the forest.
The zither calls them to the fairy ring
To waltz, to whirl, to twirl and sing.
.
Three quarter time is their delight
To dance with Strauss this moonlit night.
Come hither all you forest folk
And join the dance for you he wrote.
.
Mesmerizing melody fills the air
As the incandescent fairy ring invites
folk of the forest to enter their lair,
to eat of fairy food, frolic and forget.
.
Crescendo notes meet the night,
The glow of magic clear and bright
Notes tumble on the forest floor
Gaia wanting more and more.
.
Resounding with the Om of earth
The dance leaps on to stir new birth.
As the music plays its final fling
Fairies take flight on gossamer wing.
.
For now the song has rung its tune
And all that’s left is quiet and moon
The fairy glow gone from forest floor
Until they’re in Vienna woods once more.
Story In a Poem:
http://storyinapoem.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/you-were-my-fairytale/
Once upon a time you were my fairytale.
First came love then out popped a baby.
Marriage would’ve been next but we turned on each other
and what tweaked as a good thing got ruined
because of you and me.
The nightmare began from the crack of dawn
but I choose not to walk away
From the drama that stayed unfolded.
I should have listened to the voices of my heart
when they said that things were bad right from the start.
I should have gotten out when the opportunity presented itself
for me to make my great escape.
Maybe I would’ve been happy now
instead of wondering when life
will spare me some meaningful moments.
I stopped dreaming of spending my days and time with you.
Quite frankly, I don’t even remember
The reasons why I loved you
And to think that one day I was looking forward
to being your sweeter half.
Existsbyalice:
http://exitsbyalice.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/speaking-mind-and-heart/
instrument panel of the soul
(the voice)
indicator lights blinking
what’s turned on
or off
speech of the mind?
or the heart?
or
does this song emerge from a seat
on a rickety fence
dividing the two…
one from the other…
or
does it spring from the seat where
mind and heart speak as one
real talk
mind and heart speak
as one
take your seat
a teacher once told me
perhaps this was what she meant
it was she
who taught me this hearing
differently
i love to hear you talk
every word seems
infused
with new meaning
i hear you
the words seem
real
sprung from a seat where
mind and heart speak
as one
Cjbeamish:
http://cjbeamish.wordpress.com/2011/01/07/the-simple-things/
If there were the simple things
laced across the ground
would the sadness catch you?
Would the temptation make you drowned?
If there was the fire near
Blazing like a million sun’s
would it once again grab you?
Would it remind you of what you’ve become?
Will there always be the tear for you
Scattered in her eyes
Will there always be that fear for you
the one that’s laid like a mat at your door
that she’ll come waltzing in the door again
with her dresses with satin seams
Is it always there for you
or could I make It go away
if she’s always there for you
if so why should I stay
Mcm:
http://marissamullins.com/2011/01/11/impossibility/
When you have said
all the words I need to hear
and told me everything
in warm whispers, except
“I love you.” It won’t be enough.
When you have given me
flowers, apologies, soft
sentiments and fresh hope
in softest whispers, but
haven’t said “I love you.”
It won’t be enough.
When you have told me the
truth about who you were
becoming who you are, and
have lulled my heart with
dream-songs. It should be,
but it won’t be – enough.
When you can tell me
in quiet-tones, face-to-face,
eyes-to-eyes that you love
me, I will know that you
see me clearly for the first
time. But, it won’t be enough.
When you can love me
across the miles of time
without hiding in the silence;
when the pain apart defines you
through the essence of my absence,
and your soul recognizes the loss –
then, and only then, will it be enough.
Pseu:
http://pseu1.wordpress.com/2011/01/10/on-going-poem/
I remember the rhythm and the lilt
of the singing and me joining in
with you humming the tune
the base notes thrumming -
somewhere deep inside
where it seemed to connect to the slants of light
picking out the precise movements
of entranced musicians
slicing their music through the air -
the space around the sound growing, somehow
like ripples on a lake after the stone has sunk
and you and I, wrapped in blankets
moved away, to listen and dance, in seclusion, together.
Happiness Sleeps:
http://clwilkerson.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/these-four-walls/
These four walls,
A prison of my own making.
These four walls,
Container of my material essense.
These four walls,
Blocking the nightmares that torture me.
These four walls,
A metaphor for my mortal being.
These four walls,
Great divider between me and reality.
These four walls,
Silencer of the sheer chaos surrounding me.
These four walls,
The dry unkempt reminder of the limits to my imagination.
The JulieBook:
http://thejuliebook.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/inspiration/
creeps in
hides among cattails
prowls along the riverbank
waits to be noticed
ignored
jumps up
waves like the dog’s tail
begs feed me, pet me, come play
signals something must
be done
hangs on
prepares its offense
recruits the next word, image
until I reach for
the pen
Mouse Dropping:
http://lolamousedroppings.blogspot.com/2011/01/status-migraine.html
She swallowed the pills and said goodnight
It hurt too much to even cry
She closed her eyes against the light
She counted her breaths, her chest so tight
The bed, her nest, on which she’d lie
She swallowed the pills and said goodnight
Tired of fighting the noble fight
Confronting her nemesis eye to eye
She closed her eyes against the light
Blurred edges between wrong and right
It made no difference, so why try?
She swallowed the pills and said goodnight
She prayed in vain, in pain, in spite
Her body was weak, her spirit dry
She closed her eyes against the light
Her mind a blank, a board wiped white
Again another small death she’d die
She swallowed the pills and said goodnight
She closed her eyes against the light.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch:
http://veederranch.com/2011/01/13/until-were-warm-again/
I can’t be your warmer breeze
no, I can’t be her right now
I can’t be your brown worn hands
damp hair, your sweaty brow
I can’t be the evening mist
or the clouds that roll on by
I can’t be your blades of grass
the lightning in your sky
I cannot be barefoot
or younger than today
can’t be your rain boots or your fishing pole
or make the summer stay
But I can stand beside you
under skies of gray and white
and on the long and starlit nights
I’ll be your wool cap and your overcoat
your coffee and the broth in which your dumplings float
I will wrap my arms around where your scarf has been
wrap them tight around your neck until we’re warm again
Dennis:
http://dennisgopoems.blogspot.com/2011/01/crumbling-walls.html
Cries heard from the streets
Weeping, cursing…
Praying to gods what fate
Befall those who remain
Alive and full of hate,
Entombed in the crumbling walls
Of pillar structures and gates.
What now after the struggle?
Should life go on as it is?
Dead souls of the living
Grieve all their love ones passing
As desolation awaits
Within these crumbled walls
Of weeping structures and gates.
Dishilicious:
http://dishi-tales.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-love.html
& this pain…
has become a part of me
growing inside of me
it’s carved in me
i don’t feel it…
it’s not a burden anymore
it’s become a companion
standing beside me through loneliness
& this pain…
has vowed never to leave me
just growing stronger
it has taken control of me
i don’t want it
but it’s all I’ve got
it’s dried out my tears
Pain – I’m in love with you!!!
Seasweetie:
http://seasweetie.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/cartography-an-original-thursday-poem/
I need to wander to a place unknown
Where the pads of my feet have no memory
And have left no imprint in the grains of sand
Or worn wooden planks that edge a particular sea,
My eyes hold no trace of reflected lightning
And no thunder has made my body shudder,
There is no echo of laughter haunting the walls
No shadow of a sun set behind some horizon.
Is there a land where the moon and stars are different
from those that have arched lovingly above my windblown hair?
Some place where the blue of the water and the sky
is just that one shade more true and tender?
Where the earth itself breathes a poignant richness
into softer air than has ever caressed my throat?
It is time to look
for a new map.
Moonlight and Dreamz:
http://moonlightanddreamz.blogspot.com/2010/09/you.html
When you come near me
I hear the temple bells ringing,
my senses expanding like a morning prayer.
When you love me
the Sun rises at a distant island,
where at a borderline the sea rises up
and kisses the sky.
your smile brings forth a vibrant dawn,
beginning the promises of day–break.
Witnessing your joy, to me,
is being a devotee, at a pilgrimage of peace.
your touch,
is the melody of a genesis.
In this land of ruin
you are
the only meaning that I hold.
I write, I weep:
http://inellezshayra.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/the-night-sky-story/
There’s something I want to say
To you who always made my day
I don’t know where to start
Should I begin by saying I gave you my heart?
You’re like my favorite song
To your heart I will forever belong
Your name is constantly playing in mind
Yes, a guy like you is hard to find
As I watch the stars at night
I remember your smile that shines so bright
At darkness, you are my light
You are indeed, my favorite sight.
You taught me how to love
As we both fly above
Together, we’re unraveling a new journey
When I’m with you, I never get lonely
So here I am right now,
As I’m about to say my single vow
I love you every now and then
And never will I get tired of saying this again and again
Kim Nelson:
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/01/12/poetry-me/
Poetry, you see,
Provides an opportunity
To reconnect with my divinity.
Allows me to create,
Internally debate,
To better estimate
Reality.
Poetry, for me
Provides a route to deity
Where I release artistic energy.
There, I edify and praise,
Compose, ponder, think and pray
To evolve a better version
Of Me.
It’s that simple.
And that complex.
Poetic Pondings:
http://rebicmel-poeticponderings.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-once-collected-idioms-around-my-mouth.html
I once collected idioms around my mouth;
Though I’d affixed them to parchment,
my ambition was quite noble.
Writing was not for wealth-
not for reverence of any kind.
It was for the gaiety of released words,
which later flocked together in verse.
I knew I’d never gather riches
of a monetary kind, in lieu
I’d collect winsome treasures
when readers traipsed where my nib once reclined.
Michael:
http://trollpants.wordpress.com/2011/01/09/codswallop
I must confess a strange affinity
For words that tumble oddly off the tongue.
I trace this oral asininity
To writers whom I read when I was young.
In sooth (see what I did there? Sooth means truth,
But uses more saliva; ergo, its
Pronunciation’s prone to cause uncouth
Enunciation accidents like spits
And flying flecks of foam from fitful lips
Bespattering the specs of colloquists),
I’d rather pack a portmanteau for trips
Linguistic than romantic, meaning trysts
And assignations amorous are few;
Ted Geisel, Lewis Carroll, I blame you.
Lu Ann:
http://likesomepassingafternoon.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-return.html
I can still remember that night, I can still feel the tears running down my face as if it was today when
we were sitting on the grass looking up to the sky, you were counting stars.
I stared at you. You with your sparkling eyes and soft figure, you.
Then you turned and looked at me. “What´s wrong?” You asked.
“It´s just that I don´t think you know how much I love you.” I said.
“Don´t I?” you answered smiling.
Then, thoughts filled my mind, I couldn´t stop thinking about that… “I must told him.”
“I can´t believe” I started “how I could ever live without you, you saved me from myself.”
You tried to say something because you saw the tears in my eyes but I held your hand and told you to let me finish my speech.
“Sometimes I feel like I can´t forgive myself for the life I lived before you, for what I did wrong, for giving myself away so many times…”
You wiped my tears away softly and waited for me to catch my breath again.
I continued “And I can´t believe how good you´ve been to me…”
You kissed my hand and wrapped your arms around my trembling body, and there, close to your heart I whispered “And I only hope that in return I might have saved the best of me for you”
Stoic Wes:
http://stoic-wes.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-i-write.html
Will you look inside my fishbowl mind
My spacesuits on inside out
Gathering like balast beneath my mindsea level
Selecting moments to tip my wave-rocked headship
Holding my spiritual breath until subconscious again
Ridding my self of false daylight
Hoping I can thin the skin to feel all of this
Without the shell that stops pain and peace
So we can be one inside the same while far far away
Don’t open, don’t throw away:
http://dontopendontthrowaway.blogspot.com/2011/01/waking-nightmare.html
waking in a fog
like rising from a drug induced slumber
eyes are wide open
absorbing the familiar surroundings
the mind wakes slightly
as the realization starts to set in
the body lies bound
an invisible vise holding it down
this is not a dream
struggling only serves to tighten the hold
breathing becomes hard
the chest tightens as panic rises up
words fight to escape
their attempt thwarted by an unseen gag
fear clenches the heart
as sleep threatens to drag me back under
perpetuating
an endless cycle of torture and dread
ironically
the thought of not waking from this nightmare
of being trapped here
unable to fight the invisible
that binds my body
is just as debilitating as this
sleep paralysis
tOuCh:
http://touchnindigo.blogspot.com/2011/01/frowns.html
Caught like a fly in this spider web of clowns
Polka dot cars and puppy dog balloons tigers’ roaring
Excitement anticipation mind of a child soaring
Candy apples cotton candy licorice whips
Spinning plates winning prizes lucky dart tips
Merry go rounds eyes so full of sounds
Flashing lights pretty woman in glittery tights
Flying through the air with greatest of ease
Ringmaster bellowing voice elephants drop to their knees
Smell of fresh sawdust old tent must as barking seals fuss
Clowns frowns moving through small towns
Caught like a fly in this spider web of clowns
Under the big top eyes open dreams pop
Still tasting candy apple crunch polka dot cars
Dog balloons eyes full of sounds tigers’ roaring
Excitement anticipation mind of a child soaring
Today only big lots no night under the big top
Today memories fresh as before like the clown
I frown as I move from this town fading sounds
Caught like a fly on my candy apple treat
A memory that will always taste sweet
NotATameBlog:
http://notatameblog.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/rather-than-the-company-of-kings-or-princes/
I will take this association with the damned
I will take this love between us
rather than the company of kings or princes
I will stand with these broken
I will stand with these bleeding yet
magnificently open people
rather than the very angels at the right hand of God
We break every rule
We know we are incapable of anything else
lost when left to our own devices
And here we are
Children of the Father that pursues
The Father that waits
that watches
that looks far into the distance
The Father that loves
Even the damned
iBeingMe:
http://iambeingme.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/seas-of-desires/
Paralyzed I fell
into the sea around me,
the embodiment of my deepest desires,
my fears, and my resolutions;
into the chill
into the dark
paralyzed.
LeiffyV:
http://notae.net/blog/?p=754
The darkness has not been so kind to me
She says as she walks into the light
Her eyes, lips, cheeks are lined with makeup
Or are those the bruises of a life unwanted
Sobbing the tears of joy or regret?
I want to reach out to her, my hand grasping
She turns her head slightly, rebuffing me
I want her to know it is all right, I have changed
Yet when I look at my hands, I see the evidence
The abuse I put her through, restraints I clamped her in
Sweetest of muses, please hear my cry
I had no idea my neglect would lead to this
I was lost on the road, my paths too winding
The darkest shroud over my eyes obscuring things
Please forgive me, let this day be a moment of unity
She holds out her hand, her delicate fingers touch mine
A heavy sigh, like the wind whipping through old oaks
She heard this line before, trusted me to take care of her
Though I gave her no reason to do so in the first place
She takes a step back into the darkness to my dismay
One day I’ll fully trust you, only when you can trust yourself
When the day comes, I will return to you with open arms
Until then, please don’t come after me, don’t look for me
I will find you from time to time and grant you a kiss
In hopes one day we can be reunited again joyfully.
I fall to my knees as she disappears into the darkness
I thrash at the ground, screaming to the heavens
Why have you cursed me so? Why have thou forsaken me?
The silence returned to my childish outburst cuts through
I have forsaken me, I have forsaken her; I forgot creativity
Art happens 365:
http://www.margaretbednar365.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html
Memories come flooding back
On the anniversary of my Mother’s death
Today as I place these gems around my neck
Hoping to feel her presence
Entertaining the idea of
Replicating her elegance in me
Stillness envelopes my soul
Perhaps it will be enough that they remind me of her
Enhanced by her inner beauty am I
As her physical beauty faded with time
Resplendent these icons stood guard
Lustrously gracing my mother’s neck
Standing watch as she breathed her last
Reflecting her eyes, their bluish tinge
Every shimmer adding beauty to
My appearance this day
Enormous love floods my being
Memory recalling her wisdom and
Bright engaging laughter
Every life lesson learned I from her
Recalled in this ornament which surrounds my neck
Eagerly I approach this day, celebrating
Desiring the true beauty these pearls represent
Ladynimue:
http://ladynimue.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/songs-we-make/
A line from you, the next from me,
a word you forget,
and expect me to fill in
The spoon hits the mug
in a rhythm you devise
a tune plays on my lips
you approve it with smiles
I fill in more sounds
you stare at me shocked
suddenly fingers drum
nothing holding the flow.
A collective sigh escapes
our collaborative songs
linger somewhere
in the dream we wove.
TC:
http://slightlywacky.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/before-you-go/
In my mind, I was on a beach
my skin had dulled with time.
I walked to you at the foot of the waves
hand outstretched
but you weren’t mine.
.
My vision of you grew hazy
you faded into thin air
my mind has tricked me once again
you never were, and never will, be there.
.
I haven’t found you yet
am I leaving it too late?
just sitting on the beach alone
creating my own fate.
.
I know you’re out there somewhere,
out looking for me.
but i’m letting time go by
at this rate
we’ll never be.
.
I wish that I was brave enough
to introduce myself.
I’m just a lonely haunted girl
the truth is, I’m beyond help.
.
The waves pull in a bottle,
the message lets me know
That I’m running out of time,
to find you, before you go.
Chakasichangi:
http://chakasichangi.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/scribbling/
Scribbling,
A marriage of knowledge;
These thoughts are siblings,
Poems are family re-unions,
Papers I scribe on mid-wife what my mind births,
A matriarchy but still knowledge is king,
My faculties of thought have sovereign dominion,
The logic is alien, lyricism is out of this world; the testimonies resonate best if you speak Klingon,
When things fall apart; it’s this artistry I cling on,
The tapestry is dipped in spectrums that lend themselves to wizardry; magical!
An illmatic fanatic with manic linguistic dramatics,
Chaka is to poetics as iceberg is to titanic; I’m taking you deeper,
Depth; this ocean is bottomless it’s pointless to hold your breath.
Yours sincerely, Chaka Sichangi,
Health and happiness to you and yours.
Tasithoughts:
http://tasithoughts.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/pieces/
Parts of me
Disconnected and torn apart
Sliced by betrayal
Scattered and trampled
Pieces
No longer whole
No Pain, No tears
Numbed to Love
By soothing forked tongues
Pieces
I am thousands of puzzle parts
That no longer fit
A sad pile of junk
To be discarded
My heart broken
It no longer beats
For another or another
But is simply broken in
Pieces
The Chamber of stories:
http://magdalenahermanstories.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/dreaming/
When the morphine of your love fills my veins
And sweet scent of myrrh caresses my nostrils
My eyes close in the myriad of dying sunbeams
And my mind knows it is the time for it to be a guide
Helplessly drifting through lonely streets
Hanging on every pleasant thought
With a thousand colors and dreams around me
I’d do anything to be permitted to stay
But reality wakes me all over again
And reality shows me it’s always the same
The reality scares me in its cold disdain
Still I keep on finding my way back
I sail away and dream of my perfect land
So come and sleep
Come and dream
With me, oh dream
The world can always wait
Ina:
http://inaweblogisback.wordpress.com/2011/01/08/the-road-ahead/
You shook my hand, a hastily embrace and then ‘t was real
You went away from me to think how you would feel
My cruel enemy became the scenic road ahead
With every step you took from me, I felt a bit more dead
A shiver in the woodlands, a breeze of winter air
I looked, the road ahead of me was empty and still there
But you were gone, you were already out of sight
The shortest day turned sneaky into the longest night
The road that lay ahead had now become your past
You had your precious freedom given then at last
I did hate that road for months and every mile it’s long
Till the day that you came back to me and where you do belong
The road ahead can’t always be a highway
The years we lived our life’s in drama are now gone
I hope the road will just be long and peaceful
And that I’ll have you all the time along
We might at times be challenged by a sidetrack
Detours, some sad old bridges to be crossed
But every time we shall find the road back
On this journey none of us gets lost.
The path will climb and lead us up the mountain
So we can see what lays ahead of us
We won’t as much look back over our shoulders
To places were we came from, or to the past that was.
I Listened, Momma:
http://nochipa.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/january/
Kolembo:
http://kolembo.wordpress.com/detective-i-need-you-to-find-my-husband/
I squashed a cockroach the other day.
A,
Big,
Fat,
Cockroach.
It was trying to get away,
And I squashed it.
Not that I really had anything against that
Particular cockroach but,
I was bare-foot.
And had tea,
And biscuits,
And was bare-foot,
When he made his dash,
Across the corridor.
It took some time for me to calm down and fetch another tray.
It had moved.
A thick, white streak,
Of substantial viscosity,
Ran right across the floor and,
Straight under my door!
Her gartered leg was up on the table.
She removed a delicate
Silver pistol,
And.
With his back turned,
Fired a single shot.
I used a shoe this time,
Like a maniac,
And then,
Framed by a single, swinging light-bulb,
Waited for the detective.
Raj:
http://thepoetrywagon.blogspot.com/2011/01/rispettosmiles-abound.html
Inderdaad:
http://inderdaadja.wordpress.com/2011/01/10/three-years-and-a-while/
A book in front of your face
A finger in front of your mouth
This is how you’re remembered
Looking like a saint
Your eyes are black
With this white spot
They look at me meaningful
Like I’m the only girl
Just yesterday you fell down
But it’s been three years and a while
Since that night
we met
It’s been three years and a while
That you’re gone
And I’m set
Back in the day I would give it all
And I still would
That’s the worst part
Back in the day I disliked you most
And I still do
That’s my part
I’m sending this into space and I hope you’ll embrace life with much pleasure
I’m speaking in the void and I say that I know you like you know me
Just embrace your thoughts and come over and let me know why
Just let go of this void and say that you’re always here for me
Even if you don’t even try
Willie:
http://williewizzy.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/when-i-dont-know/
I’m a trouble child
Always tore inside
Always can’t let go
Always lost my way
When I fall so many times,
When I don’t know if I could climb another hill,
When I don’t know what I’ll become,
When I don’t know who I am,
Yours little voice,
To my heart you whisper,
That I should move on without fear,
‘Cause you will always here with me.
Ash Bee Zone:
http://ashbeezone.wordpress.com/2010/10/24/blood-and-sweat-form-patriotism/
Blood and sweat form Patriotism
Without patriotism,
Sacrifice is incomplete
Anyone can insult and cheat.
Remember if the country is dependent,
Then, we can’t claim to be Gandhi’s or Nehru’s descendents.
Blood and sweat form Patriotism
Happiness an Money really doesn’t matter
As they are required only to flatter,
Patriotism comes only when
One is ready to sacrifice i.e.
To pay the highest price,
With no sign of cowardice
All this generates a feeling
That remains forever nice.
Blood and sweat form Patriotism
Patriotism makes one immortal
Fills our heart with pride in total
Where the air of patriotism blows,
There the river of Blood flows
Where the head is raised without fear,
Only there is found the laughter of cheer.
Blood and sweat form Patriotism
As sacrifice is a nation,
It’s far away from trivial emotions
Where there is patriotism in the air,
Soldiers always struggle and strive
Cut their own heart with knives.
No one can understand better than us
As we are the ones who feel it first
Blood and sweat form patriotism.
Lynna:
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2010/10/16/a-dare/
Kiss my lips why don’t you
I hunger for the taste of the dew
The sweet scent of the promises whispered in the dawn of inquiry
Tya:
http://tyamerdeka.wordpress.com/2011/01/11/oh-realita/
My morning should be beautiful,
But running to your place ruin every single thing
I was looking for my wish
I was hoping to find what I really want
But it was just nothing
For a moment
I tried to forget this disappointment
I pretended to be happy
But it came again when the loneliness kiss me
Flying around my mind
Dear Reality, what makes you bitter than a cup of coffee without sugar?
You hit me!
and it was not the first time you did this
You made me worship my ego and question my God
Then you brought me to the one and half years ago situation
You forced me to face that situation which I really hate,
Dear Reality, why did you treat me as an enemy today?
Please,
believe me, I’ve never even underestimated ‘zero point zero one’ thing
believe me, I’ve tried so hard to be good to you
believe me, I’ve never lied to cover you up
believe me, right now I really played fairly without any dopping from anywhere, whatever
But still, you hit me anyway.
Sina:
http://ssina.wordpress.com/2011/01/08/breathe/
Due to a deal of dreary deeds
Done by delusions, done in a daze;
Our days had gone from dazzling
To bedazzled and to bedeviled!
~
Soothed by a song so swiftly sane
Smoothly sung by the saints of the soul
Our sun, serene was seen once more;
Our stars would sparkle someplace close
~
No name of no one new and
No man of nobility known
Innumerable novelty notions which
Nonetheless would help us know
~
Believe me; but beyond,
Your bumpy disbelief!
Booming with both bliss
And beauty we shall breathe
Celebrating A Year:
http://mairmusic.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/week-118-if-your-plate-falls-off-the-table/
if your plate falls off the table
gather up the pieces one could
be interesting if you should
lose your music you’re still able
to play because your head is full
of notes and if fate blows a hole
in your dreams don’t think someone stole
the future think what’s next a pure
heart will carry you on though you’re
still picking shrapnel from your soul
Mystic Mountain:
http://mysticmarleei.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/dependent/
Hindway:
http://hindawy.wordpress.com/2010/12/14/through-your-eyes/
We’re closer than we’ve ever been
Chances are we’ll never be again
The same spot where we did begin
Several years have passed since then
It seems so clear there’s no lose or win
I feel so bitter, Should’ve known better
Than to waste our lives
Its kind of useless to turn back time
Coz all we’ll do is recommit this crime
I wanna see the world through your eyes
I wanna know the reason for all deceptions & lies
I wanna challenge all the evil to us yet unknown
To end this journey & make it home
That first time we met you’d say
“You’re too pure” , I’d say crazy
As if you’d know me in just one day
“Don’t flatter yourself I don’t care”
“You’re just too simple to me & clear”
Sophisticated with a fatal charm
I feel so cold with you yet warm
Like being in the center of a storm
The only place safe from all harm
I wanna see the world through your eyes
I wanna know the reason for all deceptions & lies
I wanna challenge all the evil to us yet unknown
To end this journey & make it home
We dance this dance & blame romance
Its all my fault being so dense
Your left to me is right
Surrender an order to fight
Darkness surely is light
I always stare at you amazed
Forever seems with you a day
If that may be the case baby
This is all I have left to say
I wanna see the world through your eyes
I wanna know the reason for all deceptions & lies
I wanna challenge all the evil to us yet unknown
To end this journey & make it home
Inside My Poem Book:
http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2011/01/rain-shelter.html
I was walking back from school
Enjoying the weather moist and cool
I was covered fully from head to toe
Holding my little one and walking slow
Yelp! she cried ,”Mommy,its raining”
Though it was a harmless rain falling
To prevent ourselves from any disaster
We had to run fast for our Shelter
Hermio:
http://hermio.wordpress.com/2011/01/11/killing-me-bitterly/
Hold that sword
Don’t say a word
Don’t cry in vain
And enjoy your pain
You don’t deserve to run away
Then you know you wanna stay
I ran away to be free
But it was a dead tree
That one I was staring at
People laughing at my hat
Calling me dirty dirty witch
Pushing me down that ditch
On your throat put that blade
Let us see that red shade
Of your blood coming out
Your end’s no more a doubt
Just push it thru
To make it true
With my enemies I sat
While I was staring at
That end a so near bliss
They didn’t let me miss
Amrita:
http://amritaghosh.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/winters-end-is-near/
On a bright Winter afternoon,
The Jacaranda season is starting to bloom.
As the January sun rises up high,
So, do the Blues intensify.
A restless mind jumps out of the box;
To search the clouds for an elusive fox.
An unblinking eye stares at the sky
Unwilling to let passions run dry.
So, let’s roll into this year
With our dreams intact, and, perhaps a fear.
And, try to forget the things that were a let-down
For there is indeed a world beyond some frowns, and a clown.
Kodjo Deynoo:
http://poetrysoundbites.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-bird-tells-me.html
Where do all the small birds go in winter
Surely they can’t have gone so far
On tiny feathers, winds gust
Miss them, yes
Harmless little
Beautiful colours,
Sing songs and that
Miss them not,
Not for my car is now dung free.
White moist splatter,
Black dot left in abstract
If this doesn’t make sense
To the wise that be
Don’t worry it’s 5am
And my mind is gone; upside down
Co coo, co coo, twit, twit woo
Owl just get given bad names
They are like bats, with bad names
Oh and bats do have bad names too
Unless they are like batman
Like grizzly bear “yelp”, teddy bear “sweet”
Like bat man hang on ceiling;
What’s with that, and that about
What’s with the tight suit, worn about
Face like that, set in mystery
Every one has a secret to hide
Mostly not much, this much
You just don’t have to know, that much
So winter comes and the birds are gone
I miss the birds
They sing so right, their colors so bright
But no not when they
Tweety:
http://thehope-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-brother.html
Dear brother
I am the pampered daughter of thy
Dear brother
Come bid me a last goodbye
Dear brother
My new home is in a far away land
You will have to come to meet me in my sand.
Mother father are upset
As they pack my clothes
And all my little belongings
I cant help it dear brother
I have to go, there is no way another.
Dear brother
I am the pampered daughter of thy
Dear brother
Come bid me a last goodbye
Dear brother
My new home is in a far away land
You will have to come to meet me in my sand.
Mother there must have been days
When I lost my cool and anger reigned
And I hurt you in different ways
Please forgive me for all my mistakes
As I leave you mother, my heart breaks
Dear brother
I am the pampered daughter of thy
Dear brother
Come bid me a last goodbye
Dear brother
My new home is in a far away land
You will have to come to meet me in my sand.
Dear brother
Who would swing my cradle and lull me to sleep
Who would give me their shoulder to weep
Whose pampered daughter shall I be there
Who shall give me all this love and care
Dear brother
I am the pampered daughter of thy
Dear brother
Come bid me a last goodbye
Dear brother
My new home is in a far away land
You will have to come to meet me in my sand..
When I will miss my home
My heart shall shatter into pieces
Dear brother
May god shower his blessings on you
As you bid me goodbye
May my prayer come true.
Dear brother
I am the pampered daughter of thy
Dear brother
Come bid me a last goodbye
Dear brother
My new home is in a far away land
You will have to come to meet me in my sand.
Dear brother
My rule is now over forever
Now it’s your responsibility
To keep it safe as ever
I can’t help it dear brother
I have to go, there is no way another
Dear brother
I am the pampered daughter of thy
Dear brother
Come bid me a last goodbye
Dear brother
My new home is in a far away land
You will have to come to meet me in my sand.
Megzone:
http://megzone.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/i-dance/
When life gives more reasons to cry
Regardless of how hard I try
When all I get is a lost chance
Absorbed in my own world I dance
When anger gets better of me
All emotions want to just flee
Inhaling deeply I take stance
Absorbed in my own world I dance
When ’m happy and jump in joy
Like a kid playing with his toy
I move around whistling in prance
Absorbed in my own world I dance
When life’s ruled by monotony
Boredom increases in degree
Without a single look askance
Absorbed in my own world I dance
For all my diverse reactions
Only outlet is my passion
That has me enraptured in trance
Absorbed in my own world I dance
~::~::~::~
Rashmi:
http://poem-myworldofexcitement.blogspot.com/2011/01/poem43hesitation.html
effected me more than I thought
was never aware until recent
when the family tree gathered.
A blow so strong it was
deep down struck so hard.
disturbed I feel in group
worries, will do some blunder .
But for that day I knew
somewhere something wrong
if in this shell any long
will go mad, thought rang .
A healthy person ,yes I am,
no visits ,seldom visitors .
Family see, morning evening,
they always move out and in .
Shell of my own creation,
tortoise with me if competition
who will put their head out more?
ha, dear turtle will win the race.
A parrot in a golden cage ,
with mineral water, packet foods,
both of us bothers not
what happens outside confines.
Hesitation to go out mingle
excuses a lot we have.
Man as social animal
why oh! God you create?
Ibok:
http://lordemmanuel.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/giving-is-receiving/
He dipped his hands
into his pocket
not like he had so much
or nothing to do
with the little he had
but the sight
of the old Woman
at the street corner
jingling her bowl
for God knows how long
rang a bell in his heart
showing him
a million and one ways
to be grateful
as much as
giving him
a million and one reasons
to help brighten
her dark clouds.
…A prelude to my Book “48 Poems of Humanity”
Makhi:
http://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/wanderlust.html
A fire inside me seems to rage ,
and the sky suddenly looks like a cage .
In the confines of this small place I’m stuck ,
this truth had long ago struck .
” Why am I stuck here ?”, I wonder .
When the entire world there is to explore down yonder .
So many rivers to cross ,
and interesting people to come across .
So many summits yet to reach ,
An infinity of things to learn and teach .
Many new lands to walk upon
and to learn mother natures curiosities , this realization has dawned
I want to spread my wings ,
and fly in the open sky my heart sings .
It doesn’t matter if i fall ,
it’s better than having nothing to live for at all .
Lots of opportunity lies in front of me .
A continuous journey i want my life to be .
Carl:
http://stillfugue.com/2011/01/10/melting-threads-of-a-soldier/
wearing the worn threads
of a soldier who should be caged,
dark suit seems to be
bright enough, crisp enough
to allow conformity.
she gasps in frustration,
sends me off to find
her security.
she knows it is an
impossible mission.
the threads melt to a
guttural ugliness
under her parting stare.
search for worth or value,
hide in the bomb shelter
that is a cubicle for soldiers,
praying never to be needed
for this mission again,
knowing failure is here soon,
knowing that security
may never be possessed
by a man in wilting, melting,
shredded rags,
by a man of the lesser class,
by a man without God,
who needs to be the subject
of prayers of the superior class.
Beyond My Window:
http://azfree.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/f-street-garage/
In Arcata, there was the rain,
that persistent flow of rain
muddying the streets.
Walking to school,
cuffs of my pants soaked
despite the umbrella.
My car at the
F Street Garage,
top down and stuck,
the mechanics with their
long snarled beards and
warm, inviting smiles,
honest and
hardworking by
the Golden Harvest Cafe.
Old grown, homegrown,
grown-up hippies,
fixing cars and healing souls.
I miss those guys!
Imagination:
http://imaginationscandles.blogspot.com/2011/01/hidden_12.html
there are se
crets
hid
den
just
bey
ond
the
veil
of
my e
yes
they call
they sp
eak
I cry
out
as I re
ach
m
y hand
s
clo
sing
a
rou
nd
dar
kness.
Jon:
http://jonklassay.wordpress.com/2010/09/24/be-sober/
Dzemma ban
Excellence In Bad:
http://excellenceinbad.wordpress.com/2011/01/08/walking-down-a-muddy-road/
I was walking down a muddy road,
Away from my humble abode,
And then came a boat,
Down the muddy road,
And it floaded,
In the flooded roaded,
And it crashed,
Bang!
Into my shin!
And now the muddy road
I am lying face-down in.
(Gross)
Thoughts not lost:
http://thoughtsnotlost.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/anxiety-attack/
I was walking down a muddy road,
Away from my humble abode,
And then came a boat,
Down the muddy road,
And it floaded,
In the flooded roaded,
And it crashed,
Bang!
Into my shin!
And now the muddy road
I am lying face-down in.
(Gross)
Rhyme Me A Smile:
http://rhymemeasmile.blogspot.com/2011/01/craving-crow-gossip.html
I’ve always felt the crows that congregate near me
were the most ominous animals I ever did see.
Constantly squawking to all their buddies around them,
I assume, discussing all the things that astound them.
This week I found myself wanting to join in…
“Hey there crow friends… Tom? Greg? Jim?”
I’m not sure they can understand what I say,
but it doesn’t matter, they all just flew away.
I think crows are the animal gossip queens –
flying near and far, discussing others’ dreams.
Some of them must have some semi-educated opinions
on the birds that recently fell in mass from their dominions.
Was it the unfortunate byproduct of a secret military test?
Or were the bigger, stronger birds ganging up on the rest?
Did cell phone radar harm them like it does our honey bees?
Or are there dragons hunting them up high above the trees?
A punishment for repealing DADT? That’s one theory I hear.
Or, perhaps they encountered aliens who were hovering near.
I suppose it could be simultaneous stress caused mortality –
the type a masochist flock leader wouldn’t care to foresee.
Whatever it is, I think those crows have a hunch…
No, it’s more than that – I think they know quite a bunch.
What if they’re the mobsters of the animal kingdom?
What if their thugs killed those poor birds for fun?!
To be on the safe side I won’t make another attempt
to talk to the crows who already showed me contempt.
But I sure hope the powers that be explain it better and real soon –
‘cuz “It actually happens all the time” doesn’t wipe out the gloom.
Come to think of it, now I’ve got double the worry!
The crows, they hang out all around me, you see?!
Where’s a good bird crime detective when you need one, eh?
Oh well. I’m sure the government will reveal the cause to us someday.
Life in verse:
http://lifeinverse.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/music/
There is always music
playing songs in my mind
a simple, bloody mixtape
the soundtrack of my life
And I listen to it without choice
I listen to it in my head
as others pass me by they cannot hear
the songs that are always singing
themselves out of my brain
The Reason You Come:
http://thebeatofmydrum.com/2011/01/13/not-about-love-for-thursday-poets-rally-week-37/
I try not to write about love, I do
Thinking maybe I’ll write about the sun
Or the moon, and how they both came undone
The frantic year they flew to my rescue
I try not to write about love, it’s true
Playing music in my mind until one
A.M., drumming a beat, sharps and flats none
Clothes ripped off to the beat without ado
But the feel of skin bared makes me think of
The way my body gravitates to yours
And how our bodies dance to their own flow
As night becomes another day of love
I realize obsession far outscores
The whim to write about what I don’t know
Layla James:
http://iamlaylajames.wordpress.com/2010/12/02/poem-3/
I am a wild raging stallion.
I bolt through the high sierras taunting anyone to come catch me.
I kick hard, watch out, you’ll never catch me.
I gallop fast and hard and use it wisely against my admirers.
My coat is soft and shiny, but few had the pleasure of even getting close.
I have an unbreakable spirit, no one can even compare.
My heart is guarded with a huge metal safe. No one will be able to break it.
I am a skilled fighter. I am quick to attack and ever faster to defend.
I use my long sword to warn all wrong doers to beware.
I use my small knife to stab anyone who gets to close.
I am perfect in every form and will never admit to being wrong.
I am as stubborn as a mule, but as fast as a cheetah, ready to pounce on any moving thing.
I am guarded, protected and vicious. Beware I am a solider.
I have set up my defenses and raised my walls to in-scalable heights,
I have set my destiny up for the one thing I fear the most.
Being Alone.
It is my greatest fear, but yet my greatest defense.
The double-edged sword cuts deep into my impenetrable heart.
Robin:
https://rrel.wordpress.com/2011/01/07/beautiful-one/
the river is near to take us
with few words it speaks clearly…
i felt you watch me as i slept. i reached my arms out
did you feel them?
you are listening… say something to me, beautiful one
Sam373:
http://sam373.wordpress.com/2010/12/30/share/
Fellow artisans of this life .
Very few know that we are
Kindred Spirits
And have visited heaven.
We have glimpsed the creative nature of God
And his Spirit has imprinted upon us
His Chi.
For once He spoke
And all creation shuddered
But that voice which most refuse
Is that which drives us
And instructed us in our quiet
To show,
Tell
And by every means share
With those not blessed as we.
For we have glimpsed the nature of God.
The beauty of
Creation
Life
Death
Enlightenment
Rebirth
Revelation
Comprehension
Joy
Pain (Sweet and Repugnant).
It does not matter that you have
A tongue that permits no speech,
Limbs that refuse to obey,
A voice that can not be heard,
For all can hear
All can see
And all can feel
And be heard.
For as Kindred Spirits
We have been blessed
To interpret and convey
That voice which most refused;
Is that which drives us
And instructed us in our quiet
To show, tell
And by every means share –
Moonlitpoetic:
http://moonlitpoetic.wordpress.com/2011/01/07/january-haiku-collection/
Impaled wild wind
marks the reach of hoarfrost palls –
desolate plains moan.
Cold pillars unfold
a little white flake into air –
soon blizzards follow.
Rivers fell in ice,
and even waterfalls freeze –
time to learn skating.
Mountains dream away
waiting for tomorrow’s snow -
rice or peony?*
The length of a night
and a long sleep of clouds –
without a sound.
Thingy:
http://thingy-thingy-ponderinglife.blogspot.com/2011/01/veggie-massacree.html
From cellar steps, the thing does come
takes pleasure in leisurely stead
wizened claws stretching
clicking of its tongue
it has made its choice, in gargled voice
Ah no, not our dear sweet pea
take us first, just let them be!
A gleam of silver, she grabs an ear
rips flaxen silk in satisfied grunts
Cold is our flesh, shriveled is my heart of palm
It squeezes skin, inhales our fear
don’t make it cry
it will cut you fast
with bulging eyes, you cannot hide
so long my sweet, my little sprout
you’re collard now
down and out
Cloaked monk:
http://cloakedmonk.wordpress.com/2011/01/03/water-2/
water
cup
of life
fluid gold
river of myrrh
promised frankincense
mother gaia’s offshoot
in the beginning, she was
after the beginning, she is
when the beginning ends, she will be
her strong curves carving worlds into being
Marian:
http://www.runawaysentence.com/2011/01/roswell.html
maybe you were sent
to remind me of my belly
full of bold assertions
or perhaps you are meant
to paint my dreams
such that i remember what i am
you are part of what lies
beyond the here
and now I’ve found a circle
maybe the aliens burnt you in the dirt
fueling you with enough evidence
that i believe you.
David:
http://1meremortal.wordpress.com/2011/01/07/shattered/
Ambition exerted
On futile efforts
Rewarded by a
Condescending tongue
Breaking
A good nature
Into shattered pieces
Flying shards
Slice away the mercy
Exposing a vicious mind
Seeking retribution
Instead it finds
Emptiness
Within a spirit
Now devoid
Of righteous behavior
Bodhirose:
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/my-daughter-once-divorced-me/
My daughter once divorced me
when she was about eleven.
She accused me of too much “Virgo-ing”,
as she so noted in her claim.
And my lame attempts at moon-walking,
were, she said, “embarrassing to me”.
She was tired of me not listening
to her pleas regarding her lunches–
“I don’t want any mustard or mayo
on any of my sandwiches”!
I admit this, Your Honor, I couldn’t
seem to accept, Why would anyone
prefer plain, dry cheese bread?
She also declared that I yanked her head
while brushing her hair one day.
Well maybe I did, just that once, Sir,
but she kept repeatedly jerking it away.
She hated her bedroom wallpaper–
that “flowery, ugly red print”,
I agree, you’re so right, I should first have
obtained her consent.
I made her wear barrettes in her hair, to
keep her bangs at bay and couldn’t I find
another color besides pink for her to wear?
She complained that I wanted to kiss her
and have an occasional hug–
and why, oh why, did I hover around
and actually talk to all of her friends?
Also, spelled out in her detailed grievance,
was her request for our Sheltie, Leon;
And to wrap it all up–she wanted the house
and all of the contents within.
She drew up the document herself
on her own parent-provided computer
and then ceremoniously hand-delivered
it to me to regale in my expression of horror.
I still have that paper after all of these years to
remind me of that fateful era, when my own dear
daughter went to the extreme of “punking”
her long-suffering mother.
Deserted Rose:
http://mysunshineforeverblogger.blogspot.com/2011/01/your-thing.html
Just do your thing
don’t regret a thing
lets plant our tree
with your seeds and my rain
share the pain
just as warm
beat that storm
vent
don’t repent
I hear your anger
as i bent
to kiss two tears
hiding in a laughter
we may not write our fate
but we do carve our destiny
They say “Great ones walk alone”
happiness comes as a wicked loan
still you can make it
then bend it and break it
Illusions of ecstasy
Out of the nowhere
you make it to this everywhere
step up into your impossible
be that extremely unforgettable
Rise,
in the madness of the crowd
fantasize,
Dance your silence out loud
These Lullabies
Of your awakened night
Laugh your heart out
Love is what you are about
Even the moon knows
For whom the stars pose
Their every single light
Serenades of Rhapsody
Scrap some smiles along
Listen to your own song
spread your wings and fly
when the tide is high
You are the reason and the why
as hard as the Rock
still as gentle, as a butterfly
savagely moistened,
yet tenderly dry
Sailing in your now
Hailing your own Tao
Enchanted mystery
You who nobody really knows
You who is all but what he shows
You who is darkened in his glows
You who makes it to my everything
just when you simply do your thing
Being what my life is all about
Rain and thunder
Fire and whisper
Flood in my Nile
Like an answered prayer
You, Come to my temple
Blooming my harvest around your Euphoric Monsoon.
Kellie:
http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2010/09/27/on-a-bed-of-winter/
He removed his black silk hat
and cradled her wrinkled hands,
today there would be no magic.
His rose, lying on a bed of winter
petals fading from her cheeks,
and the sun setting in his palms.
Even spring lay in sorrows bed
accepting defeat,
as a million yesterdays
drip onto a cotton handkerchief
Linda:
http://absolutepalaver.wordpress.com/2011/01/04/so-tired-am-i/
So tired am I
When will it end I cry
A thousand years old I feel
Will my wounds ever heal?
So tired am I
Cleanse him from me I try
Even divorce cannot erase
Even in divorce I cannot escape
So tired am I
I must say good-bye
If I am to make my mark
To create a new start
So tired am I
From me escapes a sigh
I paid in cash and tears
A price almost too dear
So tired am I
For my freedom I vied
But, I would have paid more
For he cannot break my core
So tired am I
I lay my head as if to die
I have erased his mess
And now I must rest
Dan:
http://danroberson.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/when-a-mortal-and-the-gods-clashed/
It was evening and in the adult schoolparking lot,
Groups of young men met sullenly by their cars,
Handshakes with home boys were silently sought,
None looked too excited to learn their three R’s,
Despite a strict dress code in place for years,
They wore casual pants that sagged to their knees,
Some wore caps or hair nets over their ears,
Soon I would be saying, “Pull your pants up, please,”
While the young men waited, their faces were grave,
Low riders, new BMW’s, pick-ups, beefed up stock,
Were compared and evaluated for the status they gave,
Against a background of Mariachis, rap, and punk rock,
Soon the young men’s attention to cars grew thin,
Girls arrived, some with parents, some with friends,
Wearing tight jeans and tops that revealed too much skin,
I wondered, “How will lessons entice anyone to come in?”
First, one young lady entered, then two, then three,
I directed them to assigned seats around the room,
The boys watched the girls, the girls complained to me,
“Do I have to sit here? Next to him I’ll be quiet as a tomb,”
I finished the roll and held up my hand,
“I expect you to be orderly the next time we meet,
This is your first night; I want you to understand,
You’ll come in quietly and sit in your seat,”
“Now I want you to listen and be quiet,
Focus on your English assignment tonight,
I want you to think deeply before you write,
‘What would you change to make the world right?’”
“Melissa, did you want to share what you wrote?”
“Yes, Mr. R, I have things to clean from my life,
There are creatures that are in my life’s boat,
They ruin my dreams and cause me much strife,”
She looked around while she played with her hair,
She was an actress, letting the moment grow,
“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do, and I don’t care,
You’ve ignored me too much, the real me you don’t know,”
“My psychiatrist asks questions, he just has to die,
Along with two girls in gym class who played me for a fool,
My parents who said no to my boyfriend, and won’t say why,
I think I’m justified if I really lose my cool,”
“Two of my friends will join me in this endeavor,
This is not a harmless prank or a silly little caper,
History will be made because they owe me a favor,
Oh, yes, Mr. R, you too, because I had to write this paper,”
I called for security to remove her from class,
She left quietly, no smile on her face,
She met with her counselor and another big brass,
They brought her back in, “Where’s her place?”
“You don’t understand, she needs this class,”
I looked at big brass calmly, “I’ll just say no,”
The counselor said, “If she doesn’t get it, she won’t pass,”
“No,” I repeated, “Because of her threats she’ll have to go,”
Maybe I was stubborn, I would rather say resolute,
When the forces gathered I refused to bend,
To me this was more than a simple dispute,
I didn’t think threats should ever begin,
I found out she was a judge’s daughter with lots of clout,
Odin’s thunder rolled and lightning flashed,
She quickly re-enrolled and I was out,
The evening when a mortal and the gods clashed.
Debi:
http://tothinkornottothink.wordpress.com/2011/01/03/always-never/
Let him go,
Always let him go.
Suffer edict; irresistible you will be.
You love him more,
More than you believe he will ever.
Days and nights pass,
Seasons, years may pass;
the day
Will dawn;
His path determined – unable to let you go.
You will know, you will KNOW -
Do the winds direct?
Are you ready?
If so,
It’s time,
Time to dive into the Abyss,
Both feet, hands,
More so the heart and head.
Never look back, never doubt;
He will KNOW and treasure you the more;
Up or down, bad and good.
The love you give
Will be but a shred,
A mere star in the galaxy of his ardor.
Never look back, never doubt.
Cha:
http://chaspalette.wordpress.com/2011/01/07/photograph/
A captivating view of colors and light;
A wink of his eye, a quiver of his lips.
A tear from her eyes, their warm embrace.
A beauty painted by life, viewed under lenses
- captured by the shutter.
Kept in a dark-infested room,
Until such magnificence is caught on paper.
I grab hold of it,
Stared at it.
Suddenly, mesmerized as I
- the lady whose tear fell -
remembered the feeling…
I held it close to my heart,
kept it.
One.
Five.
Ten.
Twenty.
Times I changed my calendar.
My hair is graying now,
my skin wrinkling.
I pull an old book of poems,
and a photograph fell from it.
I am taken aback as I marvel at the familiar place,
and the man with a younger version of myself.
A man I still remember,
but the feelings seems strange now.
Memories linger,
like the love we once felt.
But like photographs,
love fades…
In time.
Pony girl:
http://onewriteroneblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/diamond-in-ruff.html#comments
You’re my diamond in the rough,
The kind of thing I can’t get enough,
I’d rob a bank for more of you,
Cause I’m addicted to what you do,
You’re my drug, you’re my curse,
And I think my conditions getting worse,
A million needles can’t give the kick,
Over those, it’s you I’d pick,
You give me heaven, then send me right back to hell,
This rush is the merchandise you sell,
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend,
But your touch will be my end,
Can’t run from this, can’t hide my lust,
Without you, I’m only living just,
An overdose of you can kill,
But if that’s the price, I’ll take my fill,
Don’t look at me like your surprised,
You’re the only one who can be criticized,
Diamonds may be forever,
But this kind of stuff is now or never.
Pink:
http://irenethebean.wordpress.com/2010/12/11/untitled-410/
Never
The rusty wind
nearly drunk
Did
above a white forest
all my after
Go on
Say away
Flooding
The Lonely Recluse:
https://lonelyrecluse.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/night-heart/
Down path long and old,
Low Night Heart will stride,
Through fell winter cold,
Cross frozen sea glide.
To the mountain tall,
The grand hidden lair,
“Beast” Night Heart must call,
Into its eyes glare.
Slay the dragon great,
The fiend’s hell fire braved,
Death’s thirst it shall sate,
Night Heart’s soul is saved.
Pat Cegan:
http://patcegan.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/thin-red-line/
How often the thin red line
separates our extremes…
fairy tale flights of fantasy
cross into moments of madness.
Sighs of impatience
shift to roads filled with rage.
Sweet kisses of romance,
bitter taste of jealousy.
Like a tight rope walker,
we precariously balance
between our enlightenment
and damnation.
Are we so fragile
that a misplaced breeze
can send us toppling?
Or at that moment
when all seems lost,
can we reach deep inside
and grasp the Divine hand
that reaches out to steady us
keeping us strong and secure?
Sam:
http://somehowpersonal.wordpress.com/2011/01/10/from-my-window/
The night falls on my city
The sun sinks into the sea… A calmness grows inside of me
I put off all the lights
Candles burning on a plate… Shadows dancing as I contemplate
Listening to my favorite band
Music playing at loud…The city beneath serves as a perfect background
Streets busy with life
Cars with headlights on…. A moving feast of light has just begun
Grand towers in the horizon
Glass and steel they blend… Man made jewels in midst of the desert sand
Tissue by tissue to a soul one grows,
As leaf by leaf the trees become trees,
Day by day, one learns and sows,
When the sun has fun seeing breeze.
…..
Seeds of hope give one wings to fly,
One either winnowed to earth or whirled to the sky.
Life goes on,
Some survive while others die.
…..
Wrinkles of a splash, on the water cease,
Body and soul, bend and stretch like these.
Elements to elements, cells to cells,
Individuals to individuals, dream for peace.
…..
Feel the coolness when cool winds blow,
Listen to the music when the lure vibrates with its bow.
Giggle baby alike while enjoy the nature’s show,
Mark down your innocence when the days are covered with snow.
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