Lovely - Hello Poetry

Mar 2015

Bruised Orange

And the Vultures Hover Nearby: An Offering

You are not my children,
tender as you are.
You are not my lover,
though you cause my heart to yearn.
You are not my sun,
or my moon,
or my star.

I set you on this rock;
you will not make me burn.

You are simply sticks,
arranged upon the pyre.
You are clever tricks,
though you flaunt my clear desire.
You are not the match,
or the wick,
or the fire.

I set you on this rock;
To see what might transpire.

You will never be a pheasant's egg to be coddled.
You are only this: a calf led to the slaughter.

A poem addressed to my poems, in the midst of the dreaded poetry workshop, where my lovelies are torn to shreds. An attempt to maintain distance, for the sake of learning. It's hard.

Mar 2015

ryn

Wild Stallion

Wild stallion live free
Galloping unbound
Always you flee
Never chained to your ground

Wild stallion how swiftly you fly
Over distances and plains
How courageous you try
Hide your aches and pains

Wild stallion your hooves beat the earth
With fierce determination
Let loose and be rid of your girth
Be free from trepidation

Wild stallion covet your solitude
Embrace the run in silence
Your formidable strides of fortitude
Bound forth with repentance

Wild stallion I see you there
Mane billowing as you thundered across
Grounds fly beneath you without a care
Running without remorse, gliding without loss

Wild stallion I was once like you
Soaring to the ends on unrestrained wings
A life that is now but an echo; a faint pathetic hue
A life that is now filled with broken things

Wild stallion keep on running free
Keep galloping and know no bounds
You're free, no need to flee
Outrun the chains, leave them as faint indiscernible sounds

Wild stallion how I envy you
As you canter, your coat gleam in the light
See me as you always do
Just a reflection who has ceased to fight

Mar 2015

MV Blake

The Day Moves On

The boy ran through the fields,
His kite blazing like a comet
In the hot summer of yesterday.
Flying through the tall grass,
An open mouth, a smile held fast,
He danced, and leaped, and span away;
Safe in youth and come what may.

The day moves on.

The wind swept hard across the fields,
The kite bucking against the strain,
A twist and tear in the summer day.
The boy turned, distraught,
To watch his youth fall in thought.
He frowned, and wept, and turned away;
The kite lay broken amongst the hay.

The day moves on.

He turned to home, a sad retreat,
Replacing his steps along the path
He carved across the summer day.
A bird flies across the run,
Feathers flirting in the sun.
He turns and runs, a smile again,
And doesn’t see the hidden pain.

The day moves on.

A flying foot is sliced and pierced,
A scream of pain splits the fields
And the bird flies so fast away.
The discarded wire, the ill placed thought,
With no care for what it’s caught,
Leaves years of scars for a man to pay
And dream the loss of yesterday.

#pain #time #dreams #scars #growth #kite #peom

Mar 2015

Sally A Bayan

RIVERS

(haiku x 3)

Life is a river
we swim, we drift...a cycle
of rising...falling.

equanimity
is ******* soft riverbed
we reel....sometimes drown,

we give up, they dry
we fight...we breathe....rivers flow!
ripples do follow.

Sally
Copyright March 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

***while writing these haikus, I thought of a friend, Harlon Rivers.***

#life #rivers #cycle #ripples #equanimity

Feb 2015

i am miss brightside

Anagram(med)

I can't seem to rhyme my words
With my breathing.
My heart beating--
Fast..
My lips quiver.
Making my voice shiver.

A salad of letters.
Read. Dare.
Imagine.
I in game.
The eyes.
They see.
A fool hater.
Aloof heart.
Heart of moc in somber
Chamber for emotions.

My universe collapsed.
Yet you remain.
Engraving in me, your name.
Another soul like yours, I can never find.

Relentless. Creating anagrams in my mind.

Anagram rambled in my mind. Like what you are doing to me. Just the mere sight of your name, shudder my sanity.

#anagram

Feb 2015

Bhupathi Prabhakara Rao

Mutual self

Your beauty is self explanatory
My love is self exploratory

Feb 2015

vamsi sai mohan

Eternal fire

What good is a star that burns in the space before your galactic eyes that ignited the space in my heart.
It has been on fire since then and now the conflagration is spread to my whole body and I am eternally raging with fire.
Had you ever rest your head on my spine,you would have listened to the conch shell of my heart...that slowly whispers my love in the form of reverberations...

I was thinking how could I possibly tell you how much you mean to me..
These words that I utter can only give you the faint idea of how much I love you,because the love that exudes from me cannot be compressed into words nor be distilled into actions nor be quenched with just kisses...

Feb 2015

SøułSurvivør

Integrity [not a poem]

It is with a heavy heart, but
I'm afraid that I will have to
Go off site for a while.

Some of you may have noted
That I have not been reading
As much as I did previously.
It's not that I don't want to.

I can't.

My father is becoming
More and more absent minded.
I have to keep an eagle eye on him.
He is 89 years old...
90 on February 27th.
So he's entitled.

My mom is not in the best of health.

I live with them. It is my
Duty as a daughter to give
Them care.

I hate the western philosophy of
Putting their elders in homes.
My parents can't afford
"Assisted living".
Therefore us kids need to
Step up to the plate.

Please know that you are all
Agape LOVED. And respected.

I will continue to read when I can.
I'll do my best. I'll be there to
Give you my ♥.
I will post on occasion.
But this is something that I must do.

Thanks.

Unconditional love to you all,
Catherine

P.S. please repost this. I don't want poets to think I've fallen off the face of the earth or abandoned them.

Also there are a couple of poets I
Promised to collaborate with.
And a couple of poems I promised to
Post. I must do these. I gave my word

Thanks.

Feb 2015

Francie Lynch

Divergent Insurgents

The coffee *** just signalled, Ready,
So I pour the cream before the java:
A cup of divergent thinking.
There are roads running
In opposite directions,
Sharing points of similarity:
A tree, a sign, me.
Inside or outside the box of thinking,
Using the lower and upper ladder rungs
To paint the same wall,
Prologues and epilogues to the same story,
Lawyers in clown suits,
Children using,
Kittens chewing slippers,
Dogs in litter boxes,
Earth cooling,
Healing and feeding the masses,
Elected monarchies... NO monarchies,
Sleeping in or getting up,
Cursory letter to family and friends
(Though this is coming to an end),
Making love while wearing gloves,
The moon moves east to west
In the blink of sleep,
Churches giving alms and unlocking doors,
Schools excelling,
Parents attending.
To juxtapose is divergent,
Like sobering up with detergent
(You may be clean, but are you dry?).

If insurgents were divergent,
We'd have more convergence.

Feb 2015

South-by-Southwest

The Garden

There once was a garden where everything died
Even the birds had flown off to hide
The mighty oaks had lost all their branches
As for the flowers , long ago had they all of their chances

Even the sky turned black as it flew by
Then all of the clouds had to cry and cry
The floods could not wash away the pain
Those who lived there died or went insane

Laughter had been banned years ago
The crow's kaw kaw , was never a show
The only sound that was to be heard
was the wail of the missing violin's words

Under moonlight , by shadowy night
The strings cried blood and tears for sight
Even the moon overcome lost one dusty tear
to the life missing after all of these years .

One day the cry of the music stopped
The last string had now finally popped
The violin laid down in the ground
and there was never again another sound

And years had now gone on by
No one living then was left alive
There had been a revolt or so
Flowers once again started to grow

Trees sprouted out and began to bud
You could once again feel life's gentle nudge
The grass carpeted the woodland floors
and happiness returned to all once more

Now all had forgotten about the violin
But sometimes if you listen to the midnight's wind
You can hear it while it goes about tuning
for all it's sins had now long been forgiven

#tears #dead #garden #violin #subaru

Feb 2015

wordvango

enjoy the rains

feel wet and get swept
down mountains in currents
get all muddy in life
let others go on clean
i get down and ***** with realness
like hug a pine tree or
jump a twig like you did
when you were innocent
and caught a bug in your hands
and gave the dirt a kiss
pet
a stray dog took him home
this is life
this is loving

Feb 2015

jeffrey robin

you were there ( I seen ) I remember !

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I remember you

                                                 ( Pig tailed and freckle faced ! )

Cute kid

            ^^

My first           ... Girl friend

( second grade )

///

and the years and the war and the war crimes

( I remember you )

And

                                 ...The dreams

The dreams that were alive for EVERYONE

//.

everyone of       US !

( all life )

••

I remember

I seen

It WAS YOU !

It was YOU who was here and I seen

And I remember everyone
And I remember every thing

And every dream

And all our love

••

Before we believed that truly love

Meant stuffing **** into crazy ****

While the music played

And we were played

And learned to prey upon each other

For popularity's most propertied sake !!

( but it would take a **** load of hate

But we were afraid of loneliness

So we took the lies
And we took the ****

And ****** it up ! )

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I remember you

On the playground swings

With your pig tails

And freckled face

////

Your sainted smile !

Your heavenly dreams !

Your golden wisdom

And your soulful strength

••

The princess of second grade !

( You were seen ! )

You were held secure in our childhood love

THERE YOU ARE !

There you are and shall remain

( you can RETURN any time you want )

There I am and shall remain

You can find me yes you can