EXPOSURE
I lift the simple-- a flute the measured air sails through or drum of skin that vibrates beneath my sun dipped hand. I sing the romance of a vibrant heart. Hear far off cries and your living realms my aspirational pulsations. People
dead of summer
The dead of summer in Saudi Arabia can be boring. Inspired by the book Eunoia by Christian Bok.
shewolf
Eyes red Scaving blood Fangs dripping She Prowls er domain Paws arched She follows the scent Her pray Claws and fangs ready Flesh from flesh She tears apart For she the master of her domain She the shewolf
old man
Who are you Your body Grows old Hints of hair grey Kness that knock And sometimes pain Hints of pain you hold your chest They come and go Breathless Climbing those stairs Where once You ran in a minute mile Age creeps upon
The Wild Swans at Coole
The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine and fifty swans. The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me Since I fir
Sun and Wind
Sun and Wind argued fiercely with each other as to which of them really was the stronger Wind said at sea I toss huge ships around and on land I blow trees and houses down Sun said my strength is helping things grow feeding them sunshine with
Mary Jane
This describes how weed is more then just a plant or drug its a gift from nature and for some its the only medication that helps them. Now when I wrote this poem I was medicated (420)
Paradise
Sun's ablaze A summer's day Rare to this isle Of skies so often grey To despairs doom And sorrows decay All noise lost among the child's play And bloom of flowers In garden and in vase Heat to ignite the spirit In smile and joy aflame
Daily Tides
Proposing 'terra firma' is only a myth.
An excerpt from a longer piece
I wrote this years ago. It is longer but these are the salient parts.
Wind
just was thinking about the wind... just thoughts...
Enlightenment
You must be a lotus, unfolding its petals when the sun rises in the sky, unaffected by the slush where it is born or even the water which sustains it ~ Sai Baba ~
I am here
I am like the open sea flowing and free I am like the open air free without a care I am like the open ground strong and all around I am like the open fire hot and full of desire I am nature strong and true always here for you
Who Goes With Fergus?
WHO will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood's woven shade, And dance upon the level shore? Young man ,lift up your russet brow, And lift your tender eyelids,maid, And brood on hopes and fear no more. And no more turn aside and b
HELP ME LIVE
devastation from storm and damage
Storm at Sea rhyme
Storm at Sea The storm gathers strength air increasing its wavelength clouds rush as past they scurry the cold creates a snow flurry The winds fight as they battle cold against warm they rattle out to sea the waves gigantic as they rush
You
of a rose (by Flor-Fiori Cesare)
Leaves are raining
by Flor (Fiori Cesare)
Whisper Of Moonbeams
Where are you,oh so bright said I to the moon And the moon remained so very quiet, until The whisper of moonbeams climbed over the hills Oh there you are so bright said I to the moon you have made this my favorite night And the whisper of moon
Sas goes on a Rant
As always, your fresh perspective has helped me rationalize the prospect of another terrifying day I've been really stressed out lately until I found the teachings of a Tibetan monk named Lo Fat. His book gave me real serenity and jo
Angel Humour
It is a day of strong winds Debris streams down the street People lean into the wind Umberellas invert and rip At home the storm moans and shrieks Trees are down on the roads Smashing houses and cars And so we curse the weather Take care
Said The Blind Man
A blind mans wish. Thanks for reading, be blessed!
storm
the tide Washes upon the beach Drifting sand Washed Away by the sea Diplaced Carried corressed Deposited washed away Moving tides Calm gently washes the beach Exposed grains pebbles carried upon the oceon floor Deposited T
Into the Twilight
OUT-WORN heart,in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh heart again in the gray twilight, Sigh,heart,again in the dew of the morn. Your mother Eire is always young, Dew ever shining and twilight gray; Though hope
Insomniac
Another sleepless night spent ruffling sheets & a poet's mind. Eyes swollen like sponges, head pounding from another night of sleep's betrayal. Do emotions fill every poet's mind when the sun sets? Do thoughts scream in every poet
Poet To Poet 6/15/14
Miss you all, I have a few extra classes this session, Dropping when i can, I don't have time to comment much but know I am reading!!!! SAS
In The Gloaming
The hunter set off just before the gloaming adjusting the straps of his high powered rifle it was a long way to where the stag usually fed a majestic stag sprouting twelve point antlers Climbing high up the rugged mountain side he trekked fast
Not the natural home
Not very good no rhyme, it just flows sometimes and that is it. Nothing is ever repeated, but it seems to be the same.
Day break
Light has crept away in stealth So again we to lie down to sleep That little taste of death And on the morn to rise reborn Awake you may hear a crack It is the crack of dawn the Break of Day. Soft is the auroral light o
Shrunken Violet
Short life of beautiful things
Day's End
The setting sun in all her glory Made evening sky blush... Hues of orange, red and gold splashed here And dashed there with a bold stroke Clouds stood still as she lowered herself Into the mountains' cradle... The birds sang a lullaby And th
Distant Darkness
In the distance the darkness can be heard, silent rumblings of days to become nights constant companion. The artist lay down her brush as vermilion and crimson become red, cobalt and imperial become violet, burnt umber becomes, all.
The one creator, all greats (don't miss to read)
it is poetry of SHAH ABDUL LATIF BHITAI,he is great poet of world.Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai (also referred to by the honorifics: Lakhino Latif, Latif Ghot, Bhittai, and Bhitt Jo Shah) (1689 – 1752) (Sindhi: ??? ????????? ?????, Urdu: ??? ????????? ???????) is famous Sindhi Sufi scholar, mystic, saint, and poet. He is widely considered to be one of the greatest poets of the Sindhi language. His collected poems were assembled in the compilation Shah Jo Risalo, which exists in numerous versions and has been translated to English, Urdu, and other languages. His work has been compared frequently to great Persian poet Rumi. Seyyed Hossein Nasr, Professor of Islamic studies at George Washington University, described Shah Latif as a "direct emanation of Rumi's spirituality in South Asia.
Read letter ''A'' (Alif) means first means God''
it is poetry of ''SHAH ABDUL LATIF BHATAI'' HE is world's greatest poet.his shrine is in SINDH land. he is known as BHATAI,Because ''bhit'' in world oldest civilization language world which means sand...thousands years ago he was lived pile of sand whole life.
A New Day Begins( A JKu)
Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds that you plant. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson ~
Profound ( A JKu)
May all who litter become infested with the fleas of a thousand camels balls...Cheers
white orbe
White orbe High in the sky Sunset red Shines Beam of yellow light I stand and stare Darkness envelopes my body I stand and watch the setting sun
Bonfire And MoonLight
Inspired by Beltane a while back. Fitting to share before May is gone. Blessed be, all those who move with the dance of life.
Faithful Tutelage
If it is impossible to promise absolute fidelity, this is because we learn so much geography from shifting of one body on another. If it is impossible to promise absolute fidelity, this is because we learn so much history
Ode To My Hills
the Quantock Hills were the first to be given the title of outstanding natural beauty in 1956
Moon Ode
Moon you serenade me nightly casting your beaming silvery rays touching and filling my weary soul with awesome magical perfection Watching you in your various phases crescent sliver you delight and enchant yet too your half sends heartfelt s
HEART OF THE FOREST
My, I have so been in the mood to write today. This is my attempt for now and I think it speaks for itself. Blessed be fellow poets, traveling through this dimension. Merry part till merry meet again.