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 Jul 2016
SøułSurvivør
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trip the light fantastic!
draw blood from a stone
make a rainbow palette
within your flute of bone

trip the light fantastic!
there's more to life than hate
you can be, and you can see
whatever your soul's state

trip the light fantastic!
pastel pink or day glo green
color's more than eyesight
there's more that can be seen!

trip the light fantastic!
fall within its swoon!
Pink Floyd discovered prisms
on the dark side of the moon!

trip the light fantastic!
lavender and puce
you have to play your poetry
c'mon! let's call a truce!

chrystophase and peridot
emerald and ruby
topaz and tourmaline
gems of healing truly!

black onyx and opal
amethyst and amber
make yourself some jewelry!
make your ever-afters!

trip the light fantastic!
hold life within a flask
wine in purest crystal

make yourself

STAINED GLASS!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/19/2016
This poem was inspired by a response
to comment made by Sjr1000

Thanks, Steve, for the inspiration!


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 Jul 2016
RAJ NANDY
Dear Poet Friends, having read Henri Bergson’s ‘’Creative Evolution’’, which won him the Noble Prize for Literature and is now considered a Classic, I was impressed by his words, ‘’Life does not end with death. It conquers death through reproduction……..and creative evolution.’’ Bergson’s book inspired me to compose this poem way back in 2008, and post it on ‘Poem Hunter.com’. Hope you like this short and simple poem. Thanks, - Raj.

     THE CHURCH AND THE GRAVEYARD
The Graveyard lies silent behind the Church’s cool
shade,
As the shadow of the belfry tower falls over the
world of the dead.
Perhaps they are mysteriously compatible in certain
ways!
Through the front door of the Church we enter;
And with passage of time through the rear door
we exit and go,
Forever mingling with Life’s eternal flow.

In the Church marriages are solemnised.
New born babies are christened and baptised.
Hymns and sermons are heard on Sabbath Days,
People kneel down in silence to pray.
Some to repent and confess, -
To seek salvation and are blessed.
And when the older generation pass away,
In the graveyard behind the church they are
laid to rest.

Yet amidst death Life goes on .......
With peels of bells and chorus songs.
The world of the dead is surrounded by Life,
Our younger generations live and thrive.
For the epitaph cannot bury Life’s eternal song!
Green grass grows around the dead,
And trees showers flowers from overhead.
Bouquets of roses on cold marble slabs,
With fond memories a tear drop is shed,
In loss of the loved one, now in the world of
the dead!

While Life surges, swirls, and flows all around,
As the dead lie in their graves where silence
surrounds.
New Life sprouts, and memories slowly fade …….  
The Graveyard lies in the Church’s cool shade!
                                                                    -Raj Nandy.
 Jul 2016
Torin
Dragons on a wing
Mid-afternoon
Purple and yellow blood
In empty fields

Release me
These chains that bind me in
Bog me down
And hold me back

Release

Dragons in the deep
And waiting
Dragons in the sky
That soar too high

And me
Relief
Coils serpentine
With own belief

Release

The last of dragons slain
By hateful menace
Seek fame and regard
Reward of gold

Release
Release me
From these tedious schemes
And this blood
A poem about poetry
 Jul 2016
Stephan
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If today were my birthday,
I know what they'd say
He doesn't look older,
not even a day

He moves a bit slower,
a methodic pace
And there are some new
wrinkles formed on his face

His hair is much thinner
up there on his head
and before the sun sets
he's heading to bed
  
But look at his poetry,
he writes about love
The moon and the stars
and the heavens above

He's still young at heart
and it flows from his pen
Especially when he writes
about her again

He looks quite the same
after all of this time
For age doesn't matter,
if he can still rhyme

— The End —