This Dance (2)
THIS DANCE If there were days enough... I would learn this Dance, to dance with you. The flood light .... the sunrise... like Icarus - we ascend to the heavens, like Icarus - only to fall to the earth again... and again. This is my d
METAL MAN
It had to be said ha ha
martina
Ok.. Hiding from us guys is not working out. It's an Irish ploy right? Lol Cafe
marikia
Umm.. I thought you were dressed for dinner. Cafe
Under The Same Star
Everyone of us belongs here with each other. How we choose to reflect on that simple fact is a matter of perspective that I am sharing with you.
The Unknown Unknown about "tomorrow" future.
This piece of poem was writing some yrs back as i laid on my bed doing some thinking as i always do when i'm up in the morning. I couldn't figure out why even tomorrow - nearest future is so unpredictable and those who are happy now could be the saddest tomorrow due to bad news and those unhappy today could be the happiest tomorrow too and so on. so i wrote these lines down after that moment.
A Sufic Poem
When we see beyond Good and Evil We want the Good. When we see beyond Time and Place Beyond Place and Time Beyond Time and Space. Thoughts are faster than light In all of the Galaxies Interconnected. Golden beach sand Constantly wa
Each Mind
Each Mind a separate Universe As Galaxies unfold. Where Time emitted From it's source Does Destiny now hold. We all have Sins, Pain, and Pleasure;- Most are yet untold. Things we don't yet understand May yet be revealed. Time this wr
As a man thinks
High on life.. Why? Oh, I don't know Maybe I've set my Mind and heart on The alter of hope Someone said, "Are You kidding." The world has gone On the way it always Has The mountains have Never moved The rivers still run To the ocean T
Between us
Just look around you .......
Rose of life
Life like a rose
the blue whale
we tracked it with technology we fixed a tracing ring in the hope of reading data the haunted click to sing we followed her in boats she pitched a role to play we watched her shoal a stanza as time zones fell away she beached in Californ
Is it wrong to fall?
Is it wrong to fall? To expend one's potential as drawn to what one may not alter to only flail at guidance? The gravity of choices inexorable to defend against?
Then Now Never
Life among the Maya indigenous of Santiago Atitlan, Guatemala
three minutes of introspection
i am a stranger now even to mine own self the anchor chains have rusted in the salt of my sea neither brother nor sister nor friend can i muster whether the hand proffered or no for it is an alien world all that is within it and me incom
Blinding Light
unrequited love entire
The wreckoning
As i weave a trail in the blue chilled night, my cabin in dim cabin light, sways rested on chided waves. Occasional clearings from distant light, throws shadows fleeting through my cabin. Alone on a strung bunk, I read of St' Augustine, his
tears
a candle shed wax tears on a dress
JUST YOU AND ME -FIRST LOVE HAS RUN AWAY
JUST YOU AND ME YES WE MET EACH OTHER I LOVED YOU AT FIRST SIGHT YOU SEEMED TO ME LIKE A SPECIAL PERSON I NEVER BEFORE SEEN NICE PERSON LIKE YOU WE SPENT HAPPY TIMES TOGETHER WITH FULL OF HAPPINESS
Water
Water
Sunflowers and Seraphim
Today I wind sunflowers into my hair hoping their glory will bathe me golden again. On days like these I believe I am nothing but a sunkissed seraph burning with love unable to find my way back into heaven.
Opposites
Stand ... Fall, Kneel ... Crawl, Run ... Walk, Shout ... Talk, Hide ... Seek, Stare ... Peek, Laugh ... Cry, Live ... Die.
I am...
I am- *This delicate flaw -contrary to nature's law. *A positive contradiciton -lacking any restriction. *A beautiful mess -Through words I express.
Hope; More or Less
Passing from one day to the next Living life as if it were written in text Discontent, maybe it's me, maybe its my age Anyway, I'm awake now, time to present myself on stage My wings flap but do not fly Won't someone teach me how, or must I die
Etymology
A quanrdary; where does it come from. A word came to me in writing and I was pondering its source. I needed to look it up to make sure it fit. Where had I ever heard this word? Especially considering the fact that it did fit perfectly in context. Hence the inspiration. I like the double meaning of before especially.
Rapper’s Motto: A Political Poem
A land with no democracy A politician of harsh hypocrisy Hush money just for setting kleptocracy People fed up with this monocracy They long for a mirage called pantisocracy Who understands now the true meaning of theocracy?
One Mountain Ago
Would that you know me complete??.. uncover all my layers each one,,, remember they are like the petals of a bloom,, soft and easily bruised. Where one may let them fall listlessly away from their touch,,,another could gather each one to press and
All these Years
Abuse can take many shapes and forms. Vocally, mentally, physically. But perhaps a glimmer of hope and a spark of light is all that is needed To start a recovery
Tide of Change
Stepping into sunshine, what's in store. Time for change, time to move on. Walking new pathways, Learning more. On unfamiliar land do I thread. Friends to guide me, were I am Good things go with me it's time to change. Seasons chang
Blue Her eyes.
Mountain spring, cool as crystal and sharp. Topaz azure, element of water Blue her eyes. Dark Canopy, twinkling rays far above, endless sight. World afar, pure and blue Vestal her eyes. Iris so clear, amulet of power. Open sky and fat
It was You
Through my mind, running legs; must be aching. All day, it was you. A harp without strings, no pleasure to hear. Love's pleasure lost, your absence felt Now night is here, on my pillow. The scent is mellow, in slumber I rest
Lunar Guardian
Bright and mysterious brown, your eyes like gems aglow. Rays of light, from above adorn. Tis the moon, to visit afraid not be you. she looks out, and caress your hair. Recline your head by the stream and lay. Benign moonshine, adorns t
Memories
This endless dream, like a torrent, pain flows. Sorrow and sadness, on a melody of despair. Alone in the dark love dwells not here. Memories are left, sweet moments are now but shadows. Phantasms of sad organ tunes. Shattered dreams, cold
Silent Whales
What have we done? Shameful and cruel. Where once whales teamed the seas. Now the same seas are silent. Save the whale.
Moon-daisy
Ah Daisy! weary of time. Countest we, steps of the Sun. Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where travelers journey is done. The Youth pined away with desire, the pale ground shrouded in snow: Arise from their slumber and aspire. Where my da
Serenity
Everything around feels insane, day by day why such pain? I close my eyes, and meadows form, rolling hills and misty lakes. Tis the place called Serenity. Moment of peace and tranquility. A calming of life with stability. Butterflies flutter o
Karma
A crying sky, cool rain descends. At the top, who stays to the end? What are we to find, around the bend. Adapt we try and obtain the strength. Embrace it we must, when it goes wrong. As it goes up, so it must come down. With every smile
Can't have you
A thousand miles i walk. a thousand tears I shed, What is there to do? What is there to say? I know I can't have you What is there to feel? When you don’t feel the same? But one thing for sure I know, I know I can’t have you,
Anyone's Affection
Being rejected repeatedly by people hurts. After so long, you do what you need to just to feel appreciated. Sometimes all you want is kindness from the right people, and sometimes what you end up with is whatever you want from the wrong.
Wednesday-canoeing..
My poem is all about my canoe outing, to-day, Wednesday, on a sunny, clear, warm day. I described the blue, calm sea, sandy beach, golden sands. Canoeing is a nice sport, I feel in heaven, alone, tiny in the immense sea, ok, not far from shore. As re: "mermaid",it could be love of Nature, Love, happines...all reflect Love..one is never alone, as Love is being happy, not sad.
Qui Je Suis
um well i like symbolic poetry to kind of explain my personality so yea lol
Tuesday cycling
In my poem, i like to describe my expereinces, like when i went cycling, i am not a thinker, it is more feelings. As i cycled, (apart from being a nice sports-hobby),i described the country fields,birds incorparating the smelling/hearing senses.The straw that broke the camel's back, is reflecting on very day life, hard times, the heavy blows, one endures. AS one is single, looking for Love.Cycling till one finds Love...