Saturday, February 3, 2018

My Heart Screams "LOOK"

Linking with Imaginary Gardens for ~Camera FLASH
brought to us by Kerry

"What we see depends mainly on what we look for."
~ John Lubbock

I see you love
you cannot hide
beyond all distances
you remain inside
I see you hope
even through slender slat
you may be quiet in halls
but in longing's room you grow fat
I see you God
in every flower that grows in cracks
in rich men's mansions
and poor men's shacks
I see you courage
on wound's healed scars
you run into the flaming building
and  reach into burning cars
I see you wisdom
on callused knees and hands
you know your weakness
and that is a strength of a wise man
I see you opportunity
you are rampant like weeds
it is up to me to stop
open up my eyes and truly see

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Time Spirals On

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Fussy Little Forms" ~ Rondelet

The rondelet is a short French poetry form featuring a strict rhyme and meter pattern plus a lovely repeated refrain.

Brought to us by Marian     Come join us!

Time is making fools of us again. ~J.K. Rowling

Time spirals on
like steps in a mansion so grand
time spirals on
further onward with each step down
it is loose like a wayward man
can't catch it with the best laid plans
time spirals on.

Saturday, October 14, 2017

An Elaborate Plan

Linking with     Imaginary Gardens for Fussy Little Forms: Shadorma
Imagined by Marian

The Shadorma form is:
  • A six-line poem (or series of six-line stanzas)
  • Syllable count by line: 3-5-3-3-7-5
  • Not rhymed

My soul is in the sky.  ~William Shakespeare

This body
 is grounded held to
 this earth by
a force we cannot see nor
touch with tethered hands

The inner

soul that rides within
tarries light
hidden from
 view waiting for the gates to
open wide and clear

It is an

elaborate plan
no man could
design it
nor engineer the true code
it is in God's hands.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Her Name Is Autumn

Linking with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Autumn

No spring nor summer’s beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face....
~John Donne

I wait for her quietly like a leaf upon the wind.
Longing for her true presence to awaken me again.
Then slowly she enters like a princess into a room.
Glowing in auburn grace that speaks to me like the moon.
October she whispers much to my surprise.
It is my birthday she goes on and then
before I know it
she leaves me with a sigh.

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Thursday, October 5, 2017

Like Looking into the Eyes of a Lover

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"The moon lives in the lining of your skin." 
~ Pablo Neruda

Like looking
 into the eyes of a lover
I find myself spellbound 
at the sight of you
 I look on 
in your direction 
every chance I can
like a man 
with a beautiful
woman in view
my eyes follow
the curves
and it feels like
you follow me 
on my path
do you feel
it to?
the pull
the longing
to be closer
or is it 
just a
a fool?
If I
shall be
a fool
let it be

Linking with Imaginary Gardens for Fireblossom Friday
~I Put a Spell on You~
....and her words always do! 

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Galloping with Horses

Linking with  Imaginary Gardens for "The Tuesday Platform" imagined by Magaly
and because I feel like double dipping  I am also linking with
Poets United for Midweek Motif ~ Animals
brought to us by Susan

Galloping with horses
is where my soul rides
there are no saddles
and there are no fence lines
only a hard cool breeze 
that flows through our mane
with the soft ground beneath
and the wild open range
we run and we gallop
and we fly like the wind
looking to the distance
as a long lost friend
for galloping with horses 
is where my soul rides
there are no saddles
and there are no fence lines.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

All Rise and Sing

Linking with Poets United Mid-Week Motif ~ Rising Above
Brought to us by Sumana

You can cage the singer but not the song.  ~Harry Belafonte

We build ships to put in cases on display
and assemble model cars to place upon a shelf,
 but a good song or rhyme cannot be kept down.
  Its voice carries beyond the pages that hands once held.
and the melody rises with the singers that stand to their feet
hailing to all souls to both listen and to truly speak

Each song has a message that will echo and project to far lands
for the first solo "a cappella" never forgets the lyrical refrain
as soon there is a choir each holding a songbook in hand
and the melody rises with the singers that stand to their feet
hailing to all souls to both listen and to truly speak.