The amaranthine reverence...

Jun 2017

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

Full of emptiness
Dry of tears,

Tired of not being able to sleep,
Wide-awake for so many years.

Spent, emotionally,
Too exhausted to know what to do,

Over-anxious, constantly,
Time ticking away;
Peace of mind is well overdue.

Struggling to keep her sanity,
She bears an overloaded mind,

Toxic vibes and verbal pollution
Is all that she is able to find.

Triggers all around her,
Purity, in her world, ceases to exist,

But still, with great effort,
Her aching soul continues to survive,
She tirelessly chooses to persist.

She loves life,
As painfully hard as it can be,

Regardless
Of the constant battles,
She's beyond grateful to be alive -
To breathe, to feel, to hear, and to see.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

May 2017

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

For You, My Precious Friends. ❤

I only have a few friends,
but those few, who are you,
are very precious to me,

I admire your loving hearts,
and your beautiful souls,
that are kind
and filled with purity.

I love you all because...
each of you can hear
the things
that I do not say,

Because,
you each know
how to love me
in your very own unique
and special way.

Because,
all of you reach-out
to my heart and soul,

Because,
you all come together
to grab my hand
and pull me out,
before I sink
into the recurring
black hole.

Because,
I never have to worry
that any of you
will ever give up on me -
you all, patiently,
tolerate my relentless Anxiety.

Because,
you all really understand
who I truly am,
deep,
deep
down
to the very core
of me--Rosalie!

Because,
any amount of absence
doesn't disintegrate or deteriorate
our friendship,
despite the precious time
that my Anxiety,
slowly, eats away,

Because,
I can feel each of you
thinking about me,
even though you're all busy,
every blessed new day.

Because,
individually,
each of you are the sunshine
that removes the dark clouds
that hover over my head
like a curse,

Because,
together,
you all stand to make up
my entire universe!

Because,
I know
that we were meant to be
a special part
of each other's life journey,

Because,
I feel your genuineness
and honest sincerity,

Because,
we are kindred spirits -
we are soulmates -
we are rare, beautiful souls in tune,

Because,
I am grateful
and most thankful
that we met,
and not a minute too soon!

Because,
without these few,
most valuable, friendships
that I truly do cherish,

Life, on this beautiful, but messy,
chaotic, dog-eat-dog, blessed existence,
would be more than hellish!

I love and appreciate
each and every one of you,
YOU!...who I call "A friend!"

I promise to love you all
unconditionally
until my very last breath,
until the very end!
And, from the hereafter,
infinite love to you all,
I will continue to send!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

May 2017

Lora Lee

spice and paradise

In this tightly interwoven
tapestry of
           silks and cottons
softness upon stems
an intricately-*****
                     journey
manifesto of life
        I find myself in
patchwork landscapes
of ochre and
rust turning
           turquoise
earthern shades
of cumin and cardamom
cloves and coriander
piquant red of paprika
alighting the senses
My fingers reach out
to sift the powder
to crush
fragrant fronds
of fresh basil and oregano
upon the blueprint of tips
allow their scent
to permeate my skin
and infuse tissue
                of tongue and lips
and I seem to be
in this
           bustling marketplace
my blood afire like
dried ghost pepper
searing and brightening
all flavors
fenugreek and asafoetida
to soothe the ache
of emptiness
chervil and chive
to get juices flowing
I want to slit open
vanilla pods
get at the beans
revel in their essence
wear it all over me

In this realm of spice
and paradise
I am flying,
a magic carpet of dreams
unrolling before me
like an unfurled flag
of new existence
The sounds of hagglers,
fading in raw visons
of shiny apple colors
olives piled high
textures of smooth cherry
budded broccoli
of walnut wrinkles
aroma of guava

Music takes over
I am in a cloud of
oud and lute
syncopated tabla
bells and rumbling
taut skin drum beats
Or is that long low whir
simply my heart purring
to the cadence of
       freedom's call?

I only know
that in the whisk
of a second's split
I will savor the flight
and also the
                fall

#joy #bustingupsadness #lustforlife

May 2017

K Balachandran

Nature paints her poetry around us

അ*  Getting closer, to the just bloomed flower
that bewitched him in an instant,
the honey bee gets intoxicated
by the web  of love,
the sweet flower threw around,
it felt more like a gentle caress
to which his heart jumped!
He  starts to do an ecstatic dance,
never thought he could,
till this sweet moment arrived,
merely touching her soft petals
he flies high as if to proclaim his pleasure
buzzing a new tune he composed
for this special moment,
he circles the flower
as if to adore her beauty
form all possible angles
making the moments of love
so special for them both..

ആ* A butterfly enchanted by the flower,next
has a dance of love so different,
he would flit around and hover above
adore her beauty in a more relaxed pace,
he appreciates her silence to his soft declarations,
his love songs have no words, on air written
by the sprightly moves of his colorful wings,
he knows she loves it and his dance tells it all.
Like a kite on the waves of wind, he bobs on air
gently descending,looking at her eyes.

ഇ**  The tailor bird who never misses
mother nature's children all,big and small,
in their myriad ways of loving and living
watches what's going on,
without batting an eye lid,
she has a doubt
"Who among these
  lovers are more intense?"
she thinks aloud.

ഈ The sonorous singer,
Bulbul watching it all
from the hanging branch
of a Champak, flowered in
riotous profusion answers:

ഉ   "Both are poets, no doubt,
of  distinction too,
each of their deeds
spontaneous demonstrates,
with hearts full of love
they wave poetry around us
in ways ingenious
paired with flowers.
why compare them?
Mother nature's brush
dexterous paints each one of us
with such loving care  and kindness
to infuse celebratory spirit,to the world,
never forget that,learn from the bees and butterflies."

#poetry #nature #butterfly #honeybee

Apr 2017

CA Guilfoyle

Music school

I play guitar unpolished
red rust of my finger tips, bleeding
no school for this, still I wish
I'd somehow gone or sang with
my mouth unbound and loud
sang like a deep well of bells
that rang each day and I had come to listen.

Apr 2017

SE Reimer

eternal song

~

a crystal cradle slowly falls,
from an indigo sky;
coyote’s distant howl,
blends his primal song,
with the whoot, whoot of the owl;
desert minstrels, keeping beat,
with cricket and cicada’s chorus.
above, a dark horse grazes,
in a field of ancient stars;
and below, encroaching mists
gather in the waving grasses,
crouching... waiting to devour,
all who venture near.
the endless whisperings,
of the brook, stream of
ageless waters, tell of tales
of distant ice and snow,
far above these thirsty plains.
aurora’s blend their magic,
their enchanting flame,
dancing in the rising ethers;
mesmerizing sleepy eyes,
a shepherdess is lulled away;
transported by her distant dreams.
dawn’s approach she fails to hear,
’til it's much too late;
when songbirds of the desert,
now seated in this orchestra,
sing her sleeping soul awake.

~

*post script.

watching the set of a cradle moon on a late night return from the rolling hills of Central Oregon’s high desert last month prompts just enough lines to keep these images alive, until i am able to give them complete thought and words this morning. aside from fatigue, i love driving at night. 197’s winding crossing down to the Deschutes at Maupin and then it's descent into The Dalles beside a wide Columbia; these, and my longing to be home beside my wife, keep me from sleep driving, alone with my thoughts and imagination. though rare to Oregon, there are times of year when the aurora borealis pushes its way far enough south to be viewed on moonless nights.

Apr 2017

phil roberts

FATHER TO SON AND ON

Nothing drastic
Nothing pure
Noble stains
Distinct liquid drinking
Slipping and seeping
Coming calm in the world
Knowing nothing
Calling into air
Surviving
Discovery
Certain and uncertain motion
Always motion
Interior rivers pulse
Ancient wisdom
Reawakening
Slowly
Irresistably stretching
Infinitely entwined
Endlessly on

By Phil Roberts

Apr 2017

James Floss

SHORE LEAVE

Darling!

So good to see you—
And feel you;
Loved by you,
I love you.

I still feel your lips
From this brief visit,
Shadows dispelled,
I thank you!

Back to the front;
But World War D
Is easier now.

Apr 2017

Kelly Rose

Mistress of Spring

She is moonbeams
And dappled sunlight
Renewal and
New beginnings
Gracing the land
With fragrant blossoms
Buzzing bees
And dandelion flurries
As children play
In Spring’s garden
Blowing happy bubbles
And laughter floats
Touching the heart and soul
She is Mistress of Spring

Kelly Rose
© April 1, 2017