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Dreams of kings and courtiers
before the heavens
circular does the sun course
on its axis the universe doth spin

There's a moon in my window
I hear crows of vanity
from an early morning c*ck
should I sleep or rise?

Oh but I rest!
indifferent to your nature
O Universe,
'tis true
I pass the days
in trivialities
while you hold
magnificence
in your hand
and down through the ages
visionaries and sages
I see
sunrises for strangers
travel as you will
fair waifs and strays

I look, I see, what was meant to be,
But nothing is divine, nothing here makes
You mine,
All of our creation, and all of what
You can be,
It’s decided by who?......you at the
Back, you are me!
Sometime in some way in someplace
And somehow, you will know,
You are me! In the past in the future and
Now!

Inevitably they talk about their dogs
Leaning against the bar;
Leaning against the fenders of their pickup trucks,
Gazing at the stars.

Little do they know
Those little silver specks in the heavens;
Are the reflections from the eyes,
Of all their old friends long gone.

And those silver streaks, not falling stars
No, frisbee balls and sticks
That got away in the weightlessness of space.

I was on duty often when they came
And I cried along with their masters;
When their time had come,
The rich, the poor, free spirits and cowboys.

Old couples, young children
Survivors of the holocaust;
Marines home just in time.

Well, we know where they go
But whence came these drifters?
Some just showed up on the porch, quietly waiting
Like they had an appointment.

Others came in little squeaking boxes
And restless hands fed them with nippled bottle;
Their mothers lost,
Until irresistibility became full value.

And they rode home
On the leather seat of the Rolls Royce.

If you get too lost in your own sense of importance
You will lose it all, you WILL cease to exist like us all,
And then it’s over, and all of your regrets will be lost
To nothing, no one will care that you were even here,
So, today, say to yourself I DON’T KNOW, and then
Life will change.

When I became a member of the Poetry Corner over 10 years ago, this place was warm, welcoming and a balm to one's soul from the weariness of the world. It was a happy place and we were loved and supportive of one and all.

Over the past two years, someone had come here and caused one heck of a ruckus. Tomes were written and feathers were more than ruffled.Finger pointing and accusations were a ' flyin'. Some even left to never return because of it all and then some.

Sides were taken and sides were listened to without bias nor complaint. questions were certainly raised and not in a good way. Screenshots saved, e-mails saved, page upon page of accusations and blame gaming have been SAVED. RECEIPTS have been kept should anyone have need of them. The long and end game is now coming into play.

For two years, ugliness has reigned here and for what? Oneupmanship, someone ALWAYS has to be on TOP? What For? It boils down to ego and control. You know what it does? It causes new members to leave and for older members to stop sharing their works. It makes us ALL look bad. Every. Last. One. Of. Us. It becomes a self-containing, navel gazing echo chamber. Surely you want better than that? Right?

We should be better than this. We should be behaving like responsible, mature adults. Instead, the walls have been crumbling down here and have for two years. Continue on as you are going right now and this place is FINISHED. This shouldn't ever have to said.

Please keep my words to heart. No STALKING, no harassment, no more sadness for all and sundry. I'm law enforcement so be sure to take care with words and actions from here on out because CONSEQUENCES will be coming for us all. Be supportive of one another, gently guide and remember to always be kind and gracious TO ALL.

ReaderOfSouls (ROS)

The sun slowly drifted away and shadows crept in
The air slightly cooler as the darkness deepened
Creatures scurrying to their dens while still light
Others waking up to welcome the dark night

Edge of the world trimmed in pink, purple, orange, gold and red
Like apologizing for the colorless black night ahead
The moon and planets debuting in the sky
With constellations and stars of summertime

Scary ragged black shapes silhouetted against the sky
Reaching upward with crooked branches way up high
Black bats flitting around catching tiny buzzing wings
While a large ground chorus is warming up to sing

A mist on the pond like a low cloud from the sky
Adding a mystic air to the night-time cries
Floating like a ghostly mass across the earth
Providing cover for many night-time critters to lurk

Soon several mixed voices fill the night-time air
Soothing the soul like a bedtime prayer
Open windows inviting the night sounds in
Drifting to sleep by the Lullaby on the wind

Author: Kathy O. © August 15, 2017

Writing for magic or money
One thing is clear
Wish I had the magic to make money appear

Writing for reason or rhyme
Love could be a reason
Love could be a never ending line

Writing for thought or pleasure
This is what I find
It was a pleasure to know you if but for only a short time

Writing for jest or seriously
Looking for the words that binds
Love is found deeper when you read it between the lines

If we achieve some of our hopes today
Then we become worthy ourselves to heed
Worthy as to imply our importance Hurray
Only imploring a greater sense of need

Truly a need to understand ourselves
And a need to understand our differences
Where might we rest our efforts to succeed
I think it is important we create sustainability

An ability for people to get together and conference
Speak about things and talk to each other to discover
A common purpose that we must seriously advance
Perhaps the environment for some, equality to others

Whatever your rhyme or whatever your reason
Together we can resolve what needs to be done
Get up and dance and enjoy the season
For all you know you could be one and gone

Did we become us by accident, or was it by design?
And when we die and resign, and leave this place for
Another space, will you still be mine?

Seems it's been my faith for a long time
That God would keep me young till I can have a life
Yes it's been that way a long time
And someday something good will be in sight

Stormy weather can't last forever
There's not enough rain to wash away all my dreams
Someday life will be so much better
For what's in my heart was put there by the king of kings

I'm writing are you reading is there anyone
Now on this page this is the time for me to write
Don't you believe God will keep me young
Till I can have a life

Seasons come and seasons go
And when the ground is covered with snow
My thoughts of her will still be sweet
Follow my tracks and a young man you will meet