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online today!Light Within
A light within that glimmers knowingly, yearning for the night
To take an aura of presence within the air, as the owl spreads,
Her wings, eclipsing the brightness of the moon, we know
That the world around us as we know it is ending soon
As the pangs of sadness wash over us, as we stand together
In the same light that yearns for the setting sun, we know that
Together, the world's conclusive internal battle will indeed be won
Our world, my friend, is not as you know it, yet, the twirling tide
Of emotion shows the way forward is lit by golden flares, of
A fiery glance of defiance by the one that silently dares, to try
And with the owl's vision, we will make it, beyond the battle of fools
And the disillusions of an enchanted vow, that spoke volumes
Of a silent frown, that enveloped the world in a sense of doubt
That made us all wonder what's allowed, allegedly, the control,
of a fearful reality that has been reborn into existence,
where love holds no boundaries except in the distance, where there is but only resistence.
My friends, who are reading this may not always see the crypticness in riddles of what might be, but guaranteed,
All you can do is be the change within and to make that light glow with warmth that stands true to you, show them your strength of who you are too,
be the warrior that is seen as the best, know in yourself that you are no longer fearful but fearless, to try and shine a light in a very dark world, even when, at times
You want to wade through the challenges to find yourself, and those challenges make yourself want to curl, within your being
Within the part of you that's you, be strong, my friend, always be true! And its time to resurect the reality too!
To take an aura of presence within the air, as the owl spreads,
Her wings, eclipsing the brightness of the moon, we know
That the world around us as we know it is ending soon
As the pangs of sadness wash over us, as we stand together
In the same light that yearns for the setting sun, we know that
Together, the world's conclusive internal battle will indeed be won
Our world, my friend, is not as you know it, yet, the twirling tide
Of emotion shows the way forward is lit by golden flares, of
A fiery glance of defiance by the one that silently dares, to try
And with the owl's vision, we will make it, beyond the battle of fools
And the disillusions of an enchanted vow, that spoke volumes
Of a silent frown, that enveloped the world in a sense of doubt
That made us all wonder what's allowed, allegedly, the control,
of a fearful reality that has been reborn into existence,
where love holds no boundaries except in the distance, where there is but only resistence.
My friends, who are reading this may not always see the crypticness in riddles of what might be, but guaranteed,
All you can do is be the change within and to make that light glow with warmth that stands true to you, show them your strength of who you are too,
be the warrior that is seen as the best, know in yourself that you are no longer fearful but fearless, to try and shine a light in a very dark world, even when, at times
You want to wade through the challenges to find yourself, and those challenges make yourself want to curl, within your being
Within the part of you that's you, be strong, my friend, always be true! And its time to resurect the reality too!
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
Just some introspection
online today!The Last ...
Little did I realize ... it was the last hug ... the last kiss ...
Whenever I look back, it is something I will still miss ...
Though I've become much wiser , more self certain ...
and stronger to deal with whatever pain ...
there will always be some trickle of sadness,
from what could have been but never again ...
I know so well that there are people meant
in our lives to merely come and go ...
Difficult when feeling but eventually,
I realize and know ...
That even if it rains instead of bringing sunshine in,
and sighing from what might have been ...
One good it does is show me,
that whatever my heart needs to weather ,
if I end up losing one or the other ...
My deep well of love exists without question ...
Survives ... regardless of
many a disheartening condition ...
To comfort, to inspire ...
not to forever lose its fire ...
That even though unrequited,
not enough reason
to become hardened or embittered ...
Whenever I look back, it is something I will still miss ...
Though I've become much wiser , more self certain ...
and stronger to deal with whatever pain ...
there will always be some trickle of sadness,
from what could have been but never again ...
I know so well that there are people meant
in our lives to merely come and go ...
Difficult when feeling but eventually,
I realize and know ...
That even if it rains instead of bringing sunshine in,
and sighing from what might have been ...
One good it does is show me,
that whatever my heart needs to weather ,
if I end up losing one or the other ...
My deep well of love exists without question ...
Survives ... regardless of
many a disheartening condition ...
To comfort, to inspire ...
not to forever lose its fire ...
That even though unrequited,
not enough reason
to become hardened or embittered ...
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Posted: Aug 2021
Post Commentonline today!Longing ...
How I long for your skin against mine ..
the feel of your roughened fingers
that tenderly caress so divine ...
How I long for those lips to bless every inch of my skin ..
Yet in so doing, touch me so deeply
where you have never been ...
Cradling me in your arms like a baby,
but as your woman ..
So comforting and assuring that from then on, in turn ...
you will always be my man ...
How I long to take you in my arms ,
as I lay all bare for you to see ...
As you look so lovingly at me,
nowhere else I'd want to be ...
And as you gently fall into my embrace,
and love me passionately with body and heart,
till I lose track of time and space ...
Just as you it immensely gladdens
to see me on pleasure's throes ...
So it also warms me to witness,
you in such raptured bliss
only a truly loving man knows ....
Tucked away into my memory
and embedded in my heart,
I long to smell your scent
For that's just how my loved one
to be remembered, so lovingly meant ...
It has been abused and used
for less noble motives or reasons
But I will always hold to its truest ideal
through the passing and changing of seasons ...
When in making love,
a man and woman share their innermost physically ...
and join together emotionally ...
not just for that instant or moment ,
but to deeply be two of a one
with all devoted commitment ..
Like a dearly loved possession
one never tires of or throws away...
No matter the yrs that have passed, it will forever stay ...
the feel of your roughened fingers
that tenderly caress so divine ...
How I long for those lips to bless every inch of my skin ..
Yet in so doing, touch me so deeply
where you have never been ...
Cradling me in your arms like a baby,
but as your woman ..
So comforting and assuring that from then on, in turn ...
you will always be my man ...
How I long to take you in my arms ,
as I lay all bare for you to see ...
As you look so lovingly at me,
nowhere else I'd want to be ...
And as you gently fall into my embrace,
and love me passionately with body and heart,
till I lose track of time and space ...
Just as you it immensely gladdens
to see me on pleasure's throes ...
So it also warms me to witness,
you in such raptured bliss
only a truly loving man knows ....
Tucked away into my memory
and embedded in my heart,
I long to smell your scent
For that's just how my loved one
to be remembered, so lovingly meant ...
It has been abused and used
for less noble motives or reasons
But I will always hold to its truest ideal
through the passing and changing of seasons ...
When in making love,
a man and woman share their innermost physically ...
and join together emotionally ...
not just for that instant or moment ,
but to deeply be two of a one
with all devoted commitment ..
Like a dearly loved possession
one never tires of or throws away...
No matter the yrs that have passed, it will forever stay ...
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Posted: Aug 2021
Post Commentonline today!Not Afraid Anymore . . .
I am not afraid anymore
to accept and embrace what Fate has in store ....
Won’t hesitate anymore
to say and show how much I can love & adore ....
A leap of faith I take, for my whole being
has been marked to its core ....
Your name in me, to keep I swore ....
Never to take for granted
so it goes out the door ....
Like you, I’ll grab this chance
that has come to shore ,
Not willing to lose it,
should it slip away ....
to return no more .....
to accept and embrace what Fate has in store ....
Won’t hesitate anymore
to say and show how much I can love & adore ....
A leap of faith I take, for my whole being
has been marked to its core ....
Your name in me, to keep I swore ....
Never to take for granted
so it goes out the door ....
Like you, I’ll grab this chance
that has come to shore ,
Not willing to lose it,
should it slip away ....
to return no more .....
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
(inspired by the song "Not Afraid Anymore" from Fifty Shades of Grey movie)
Summer Rains
Softly falls the summer rain
In the middle of the night
I lay awake and listen as it drops
Falling off the porch roof
Landing everywhere
Soaking into the parched earth
Far away a lonely call is heard
The feint whistle of a passing train
Everything else is silent
Taking a break from the buzz
The world is asleep
Even the barking dog
Alone without moon or stars
Darkest of the summer nights
A soft warm breeze will blow
In through the open window
Fresh and clean as life
Linens are hung
Flight of a wandering mind
Rising above the clouds or rain
A dream walker that leaves
Its tired and weary bones
Listen to the rain falling
Mystifying my thoughts
In the middle of the night
I lay awake and listen as it drops
Falling off the porch roof
Landing everywhere
Soaking into the parched earth
Far away a lonely call is heard
The feint whistle of a passing train
Everything else is silent
Taking a break from the buzz
The world is asleep
Even the barking dog
Alone without moon or stars
Darkest of the summer nights
A soft warm breeze will blow
In through the open window
Fresh and clean as life
Linens are hung
Flight of a wandering mind
Rising above the clouds or rain
A dream walker that leaves
Its tired and weary bones
Listen to the rain falling
Mystifying my thoughts
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Posted: Jul 2021
About this poem:
Sometimes we need to be cleansed by the summer rain.Auguries of Innocence (By William Blake)
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-c*ck clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-c*ck clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
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Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
This poem has always caught my attention, especially the first verse.It certainly makes you think about life and its consequeces.
Auguries of Innocence is a poem from one of William Blake's notebooks now known as The Pickering Manuscript.[ It is assumed to have been written in 1803, but was not published until 1863 in the companion volume to Alexander Gilchrist's biography of William Blake. The poem contains a series of paradoxes which speak of innocence juxtaposed with evil and corruption. The poem is 132 lines and has been published with and without breaks that divide the poem into stanzas. An augury is a sign or omen
Faith and Trust
When words that sink too deeply
Into our hearts like a knife
Our feelings discarded so cheaply
The true meaning of this life
When times that last too briefly
And so colorful is the rose
Are taken away as thiefly
Such beauty lost and goes
When life becomes too weary
Into dusk the day will grow
Sleepless as night is dreary
Despite all the stars that glow
When dreams become too scary
And darkness becomes old
One cannot become too wary
Until all the lies are told
When trust can save us really
So great a need in strife
Is something given so freely
For those who honor life
When faith renews so freshly
Just like the turning tide
Is all needed so specially
So smiles no longer hide
Into our hearts like a knife
Our feelings discarded so cheaply
The true meaning of this life
When times that last too briefly
And so colorful is the rose
Are taken away as thiefly
Such beauty lost and goes
When life becomes too weary
Into dusk the day will grow
Sleepless as night is dreary
Despite all the stars that glow
When dreams become too scary
And darkness becomes old
One cannot become too wary
Until all the lies are told
When trust can save us really
So great a need in strife
Is something given so freely
For those who honor life
When faith renews so freshly
Just like the turning tide
Is all needed so specially
So smiles no longer hide
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Posted: Feb 2021
About this poem:
Sometimes the darkest, most dreary moments in life can be ushered away with one smile.
Bottle of Love (A Saga)
For many weeks
I searched high and low
Among soggy cheese sandwiches
Covered with a green dough
Under the bed
With an amount of trepidation
But only found a refugee
From some far off Nation
I checked every drawer
In my very tall chest
And found another refugee
In a very dirty white vest
Behind the sofa
Amidst a furore of dust
No bottle of love
Just a mouldy old pie
With a very hard crust
I searched the kitchen
Though staring evil eyed potatoes
And a mountain of old greens
Then found it hiding
Behind a decrepit tin of beans
I drank with a lust
Hoping to find my lost mate
Then noticed the bottle
Was ten years out of date
My stomach churned
And my blood did boil
And next my trousers
I really did soil
So there is a moral
To a sad and lonely tale
Stick to the sell by date
Or your love life will fail
I searched high and low
Among soggy cheese sandwiches
Covered with a green dough
Under the bed
With an amount of trepidation
But only found a refugee
From some far off Nation
I checked every drawer
In my very tall chest
And found another refugee
In a very dirty white vest
Behind the sofa
Amidst a furore of dust
No bottle of love
Just a mouldy old pie
With a very hard crust
I searched the kitchen
Though staring evil eyed potatoes
And a mountain of old greens
Then found it hiding
Behind a decrepit tin of beans
I drank with a lust
Hoping to find my lost mate
Then noticed the bottle
Was ten years out of date
My stomach churned
And my blood did boil
And next my trousers
I really did soil
So there is a moral
To a sad and lonely tale
Stick to the sell by date
Or your love life will fail
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Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
First one for a couple of years, back to a trusted style
William Shakey
Shakey needed out, out from the soft motor cul-de-sacs of the consoled.
18 and agile, he yearned to play the margin, walk the thin line.
Adopting the heady North Korean hairstyle of the self-assured he exited the leafy vanilla streets and joined the gaunt bus terminals of the fugitive.
Penning his travels, he became a one man poet of the moment delivering sonorous polyrhythmic exercises in moral decline from a leather attache case in the jazz basements of the avant-garde.
Too caustic to be urban chic, this enfant terrible of the leisure set came to the notice of Fancy Nancy, one-time darling of Eurocommunist sambuca parties, a veteran go-go girl of the atomic age.
Donning a neptune blue necktie a la Pierre Cardin, a licence for larceny in the swing set of the political elite, he toured with Fancy Nancy in a lizard suited carnival of the extreme. Public moral outrage circuited the exercise extraordinaire and the duo were consigned to a life of tortuous childcare, parent teacher encounters, and a passion for home entertainment system upgrades.
18 and agile, he yearned to play the margin, walk the thin line.
Adopting the heady North Korean hairstyle of the self-assured he exited the leafy vanilla streets and joined the gaunt bus terminals of the fugitive.
Penning his travels, he became a one man poet of the moment delivering sonorous polyrhythmic exercises in moral decline from a leather attache case in the jazz basements of the avant-garde.
Too caustic to be urban chic, this enfant terrible of the leisure set came to the notice of Fancy Nancy, one-time darling of Eurocommunist sambuca parties, a veteran go-go girl of the atomic age.
Donning a neptune blue necktie a la Pierre Cardin, a licence for larceny in the swing set of the political elite, he toured with Fancy Nancy in a lizard suited carnival of the extreme. Public moral outrage circuited the exercise extraordinaire and the duo were consigned to a life of tortuous childcare, parent teacher encounters, and a passion for home entertainment system upgrades.
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Posted: Nov 2020
About this poem:
An ode to the life less lived
Wood Chopped Water Carried
Wood Chopped Water Carried
Robert N. L. Browning
Vital signs fading fast
Desperately hanging on
Slipping away, powerful voice
Let go, release and trust
Free fall infinite space
Brilliant womb of light
Total love and acceptance
All that is, was and will be
Beyond form, no separation
Highest self, one spirit connection
Survived, changed Surgeons life
No complications, cracking jokes
Faith, love, peace and joy grow
Great gift, dying before I die
Awe of life’s magnificence
Beyond ability to express
Grateful Transformation
Lamp lighter and oasis
Path breathlessly looking
Light within, truth revealed.
Before and after Enlightenment
Wood chopped, water carried.
………………………………………………..
This poem is inspired by a transformative near-death experience.
Robert N. L. Browning
Vital signs fading fast
Desperately hanging on
Slipping away, powerful voice
Let go, release and trust
Free fall infinite space
Brilliant womb of light
Total love and acceptance
All that is, was and will be
Beyond form, no separation
Highest self, one spirit connection
Survived, changed Surgeons life
No complications, cracking jokes
Faith, love, peace and joy grow
Great gift, dying before I die
Awe of life’s magnificence
Beyond ability to express
Grateful Transformation
Lamp lighter and oasis
Path breathlessly looking
Light within, truth revealed.
Before and after Enlightenment
Wood chopped, water carried.
………………………………………………..
This poem is inspired by a transformative near-death experience.
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Posted: Oct 2020
About this poem:
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