Category: Poetry(or poe-try).


A Dream of You!

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I roamed in gossamer dreams
of your Chantilly face,
which smelt of lilies gone wild,
on a purple Moon tide.

I dreamt of a sin,
so soft, it melted saints.
who, saddened, but gladdened,
blessed us in vain.

I lived in a love so sublime,
the Garden was opened anew.
because of you, yes, you…
for the gift of this bliss.

 

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Silvery Majesty.

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Image by forum.zing.vn

Staring in you beauteous eyes,
I sometimes spy an older you,
in a mellow future dream,
of utter trust and silent understanding.

A vision of silvery majesty,
luxuriating in spent urgency,
as need blossoms into sharing,
along ages of lilting laughter.

A lake filled with tears of joy,
to relax our still-smiling bones in,
with the beat of our contented hearts
singing lullabies to one another.

 

Embrace the Love.

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How could you be alone,
when your every thought and feeling,
your every action or inaction even,
reverberates throughout the universe!

You are supported,
from every angle,
by every single being,
that ever was, is or will be!

You are loved,
by anyone who ever loved,
as love is ever-expanding
and never exclusive!

Join Me!

Afraid to love,
cause some ass broke your heart?
Afraid to care,
cause some jerk used you hard?

Afraid to live,
cause you’ve died yet again?
Afraid to be happy,
cause you doubt now is when?

A million reasons
not to let go of the fear?
When one is enough:
that you’re loved and I’m here!

In love with the blues,
when the Sun shines so bright?
Let go of your pain,
join me here in the light!

But As One.

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A fair flower was born,
from the womb of the World.
Her dark hues were such,
that they shone in the night.

A beacon of might,
of the might one calls love,
sent for those without sight,
by the Ones up above.

One look in her eyes
could mend broken souls.
One touch of her lips
could drive angels insane.

Yet still she was sad,
this creature of light,
for who would dare love her,
of the dazzling flame?

But one who’d been seared,
struck dumb and extinguished,
did go without shame, without fear,
to share in her pain, to help her burn.

Embracing they’ll stand,
as a timeless testament
to the strength of two souls,
who can endure but as one.

Never Stop!

My love, she fills me up with gladness,
so much, it’s like a moaning madness.
Overflowing, brimming, swimming
on an ever-changing tide of raptures.

She captivates me all the while,
beguiles me softly with her smiles,
enunciating each smooth endearment,
till it’s crystal clear and well-received.

Her soul, it whispers to my spirit,
of a myriad caresses still to come,
and I, lost in her, beg of her, urgently,
to please not tease and never, ever stop!

A Farmer I Would Be!

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When I grow up,
I would be a farmer,
who sows seeds of light
in pockets of sorrow.

Who cultivates smiles
in moments of distress
and listening ears
for those in need of one.

Who shares what he reaps,
with every living being
of the land, sea and air.
Will you meet me there?

The hand of Mother Nature…

Image from Andrea Velame

Image from Andrea Velame

The hand of Mother Nature
cradles her many children
in the gentlest of ways,
to keep them safe from harm.

Nimbly and sure-footed,
across intersecting tightropes,
she balances our greedy needs,
against the greater good of all.

Like all good mothers would,
she protects her flesh and blood,
who by their mindless straying
would surely come to fall.

Let us walk Up to the Moon…

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Image from Sin Madison

Let us walk up to the Moon…
it’s not that far away.

I’ll see you soon,
in days and dreams
and in the flesh,
to celebrate our union,
to hold our love communion.
To feast and revel in one another,
to finally discover,
what it means
to be alive.

(A-) Wake!?

Dancing under the moon

Dancing with the deaf
to an emerging loony tune,
played by a lonely angel,
in the eye of the Moon.

A heart beats the drum
of its insane longing
for the silence after death,
the release from clamour.

A soul holds still and waits,
for the shedding of matter,
a reunion with the source,
from whence it gushed forth.

Water…

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Falling water,
twists around itself,
to catch every minute ray,
and stare dumb and found
at the rainbow
it creates.

Water still and mute,
entices mighty Moon,
to enter its hallowed being,
for to whisper secrets,
as foretold by the heavens,
of the weaving of time.

Water rushes onwards,
screaming mad with fury,
at the injustice of it all,
to eradicate the slate,
and start anew and wait,
limpid clear as before.

The Monthly Climax.

Image: Note di Emozioni

Image: Note di Emozioni

The blood Moon rises,
full-breasted and aglow.
She stands tall and stares,
never once blinking.

Forever bound to Earth,
in a rhythmic dance,
with mesmerizing tides,
of longing and of sharing.

Pulsing, thrusting, needing,
until the monthly climax
brings forth the miracle
of her children’s dreaming.

Image: Deepak Vermamonu

Image: Deepak Vermamonu

At last the end’s in sight,
the hurt is gone,
the purpose found.

The light is seen,
now follow through
and start anew.

Darkness withers,
love has come,
alone no more.

Deep satisfaction
of sacred trust,
given and received.

We have found home,
here or anywhere,
in each other’s arms.

I Remember.

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I remember feeling young, so young it feels like yesterday, when I would feel so lost that lost was home and a place where no-one could ever find me, ever, never.

I remember feeling so alien the Martians felt like family, for surely I was not meant to be here, in this place that seemed so very wrong and sometimes it still does.

I remember asking other boys: Why do you hurt me? What have I ever done to you? And they themselves, they did not know the answer, but continued anyway.

I remember loving with a desperation that went so deep the earth would surely shatter, if it mattered, but I guess it did not, for it, it is still whole and in one piece.

I remember hating both my parents for having dared to put me on this clump of rock, where the mere fact of being hurt so much it made me bleed, from unseen wounds.

I remember every single brick of that shaky wall I finally built for myself to ward off any and all evil, to protect and keep me out of harms way, perhaps until this day.

But most of all I remember dreaming, ever dreaming of a world where love would reign and everyone would be my friend or lover, no need for wall or cover there.

And thankfully I do remember finding my first soul-mate to share this private world of mine and then of ours with and being born anew, a member of a kinder race.

My Love’s Eyes.

By Ralphie:

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Image from tumblr.com

Each pore of my love’s gorgeous skin

makes love to me in a most peculiar way.
As if saying: stay, please stay.
As if I were going anywhere, but there.
Her liquid, loving eyes, they scare me,
for turning plain, little me
into a giant amongst men.
What if she wakes up, what then?
What if she sees the broken husk,
the crooked tusk, the gimpy leg?
What if she hears the throaty whisper
of a silly twit, a long-lost git?
Can I ever live up to her expectations???

Turning the Tables.

From Ralphie:

My demons are back, yes… again!,
but instead of fighting them,
I hugged them instead,
thereby turning them into friends,
which surprised them no end.

Gone is the enmity, gone is the fear.
Surprising, what a change of perspective can clear.
Kindness is a way of life, a way of being,
especially gentleness granted oneself.

For Rose.

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Image from tumblr.com

My sweetheart paints
a picture of magic,
with her body and face,
on the canvas that is me.

With tender feminine grace,
her strokes, they redefine me,
transforming my separate entity
into the best part of her world.

Her world, which is now ours,
is an elongation of time,
where one single kiss
may last a lifetime.

Sharing Me.

imagesI left tiny particles of my being,
scattered around the world,
attached to kindred souls I’ve met,
to form a forever-bond.

Connected till infinity,
with those dear to me,
whether here or in the beyond.
Of this thought I’m quite fond!

For My Friend: Paul Davenport.

If you wish to know the real me,
you should see me with my friends,
my family, my brothers from the street,
those who have seen it all,
and still came out laughing!

Yes, you, you do not see me or them,
you judge, you ignore, you do not know,
what went on before.

My friend Paul, who is no more,
who planted forests in his days,
who had property in Belize,
was found dead and took away,
for stinking up the neighbourhood.

Why did he drink, you ask yourself,
as did I, who drank aswell…
Well, not until my lady died,
did I understand, what he was about.

I came told him the news,
and he hugged me, as friends do,
and told me: “It will pass!”
Then my friend, whom I thought I knew,
told me a snippet of his tale:

“It happened to me aswell, and more than once,
my friend, five times was I to be wed,
and five times they were lost,
to me, the world and their family.”

I queried: “How in the world do you endure?”
He answered: “One day at a time, me boy!”

And now, my friend, dear Paul, he is no more.
No more kind words from his smiling face,
but Paul, you still are here,
for not in a zillion years shall you be forgotten!

“No!” to Darkness.

indexThrough multifold layers
of shame and deceit,
darkness beckons,
to swipe me off my feet!

Down into the pit,
for yet another hit,
but ‘no’, such a simple word,
is quite an effective remedy!

Putting memories of misery to rest.
They be best in the grave,
where, no harm done,
they may lie safe.

I’ve no need of pain, no more.
I cut the bonds of these old sores.
But still, somehow,
the emptiness remains.

My Sweet Rock.

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I hurled my searing pain
at the nearest rock,
and, the sweetheart, it wept!
I embraced it instead.

I begged its forgiveness
and swore nevermore,
by my selfish inattention,
to cause it heartache nor sore.

Woman…

I saw your soul and fell in love.

One naked glimpse of your feminine perfection

has changed my world forever.

You can not unrock my universe, ever!

Even though you choose not to be in my presence,

your presence will always remain in mine.

Words Are Not Me!

downloadWords are not me,
they detract from the value of me,
I am ‘me’, not this or maybe that,
I am ME, can you not see?

You would persist to give me form,
to conform to your norm,
but NO, I am but me, just me,
I wish you could see, just me.

To call me a poet, to call me a cad,
is an injustice to me, me old lad.
For to add an adjective to a soul
is an insult to the being.

I do not need your perspective
to exist, for I merely AM,
yours, ours , but mostly just mine.
I wish you were blind!

For to see is an illusion,
to hear is a betrayal,
I am pure energy, I ‘am’!
NOT your opinion, so sorry, but NO!

News of Great Portent!

 Lost Fairy by Pygar

Lost Fairy by Pygar

I shall spin a web of wily tales,
for spiders to ponder,
and mutter in wonder:
“A marvel ‘t falls not asunder!”

For bees to buzz around,
inquisitive-like and nosy,
and perhaps to drop some honey,
to sweeten it even more.

Fire-flies ‘ll burst into flame,
at the magic of its splendour,
asking themselves the meaning,
or the purpose of this riddle’s plot.

And the pixies, they shall come,
from far away in faery land they’ll flock,
to carry back these tales of light,
to the King that holds all secrets.

For Him to proclamate aloud to all,
and p’rhaps even to sundry,
this news of great portent,
that a true bard is born again.

I’m Growing Tiny Suns.

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Up in my rickety attic,
I’m growing tiny suns,
filled with bubbling happiness,
to release to all the sad people,
everywhere in this world. :-)

Another Now.

Optical Illusion

Optical Illusion (Photo credit: micahb37)

To the memories that are no more,
that never were, that were just lies,
to illusions of the hope-drunk fool,
I raise my hat in jest, I smile forlorn.

I turn to dream instead of that sad wake,
though wakes are for those who passed,
and pass I shall, pass on to another now,
a now of one and not of two, and not of you.

(by Ralphie)

Cradle of Perfection.

From ktownchic.blogspot.com

From ktownchic.blogspot.com

Through the strands that connect the stars
flows a sense of ripeness like old wine,
a nurturing warmth that knows no harm,
that flowery feeling of budding spring.

Gathering lighted souls along the way,
it winds forth through newborn space,
and patiently, but steadfast doth create
a cradle of perfection for all living beings.

(by Ralphie)

You May Shiver…

From Ufuk Gunes

From Ufuk Gunes

When eternal Love
vomits you out
into naked matter,
you may shiver…

But the memory
remains,
till it’s time
to return.

Once Lit…

From Give me Light:

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I am the light
that prevails
in the shadows
of your mind.

For love,
once lit,
can not be extinguished,
even after death.

(by Ralphie)

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