Posted in Poetry, tagged , Katrina, Poetry on September 26, 2007 | 5 Comments »
Remembering…
Heavy, humid morning air
a gentle calming breeze.
The remnants of a nightmare
I enjoy, though ill at ease.
Barefoot in the morning grass
soft rain against my skin.
I feel a hint of yesterday’s hell
in this heavenly moment I’m in.
© Shirley Allard 2005
Posted in Poetry, tagged , Love, Poetry on September 25, 2007 | 1 Comment »
There are places in my heart
where only you can go.
Places in my mind,
that only you can know.
Places in my soul,
that you alone can share.
Places in my dreams,
that are, because you’re there.
Posted in Poetry, tagged familial memory, genetic memory, Poetry, reincarnation on September 25, 2007 | 4 Comments »
Like fish, we swim against life’s stream
distracted by our hopes and dreams
blind to innate memories
passed through time genetically.
We stake our claims prophetically
as the masters of our destiny.
Unlike the fish the upward slopes
that drain their spirits fuel our hopes
while visions, omens and instinctual signs
are channeled through our idle minds.
All disregarded, we’re more inclined
to believe we’ve lived [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged Growing, Poetry, Strength, Trees, Wind on September 22, 2007 | 3 Comments »
The mighty oak tree softly speaks
with whispers in the wind
It does not ponder purpose
nor worry how or when.
It speaks of dark and stormy days
of its struggle to stand tall
and of how its mightiness began
with an acorn ever small.
As it grows, with neither thought nor care
its branches dancing on the air
a tiny acorn hits the ground
in [...]
Posted in Poetry on September 21, 2007 | 4 Comments »
To have the time, with each new day, for living
to watch the sunrise, time for play, for giving.
To look inside and see your best, and use it
and disregard what doubts suggest– refuse it!
To have the strength to dream, but see them merely
as a way to see reality more clearly.
To take the time to bare your [...]
Posted in Poetry on September 18, 2007 | 3 Comments »
The blinding sun arrives to paint the dawn
With red and yellow strokes against the sky
The frost has melted on the dormant lawn
While crickets chirp a lonesome lullaby
All birds retreat as worms have disappeared
Their daily song a now nostalgic tune
Escaping to a fruitful atmosphere
Where days are long and daffodils still bloom
The song of spring must [...]
Posted in Poetry on September 18, 2007 | 5 Comments »
The blinding sun arrives to paint the dawn
With red and yellow strokes against the sky
The frost has melted on the dormant lawn
Reminding me of stars that grace your eyes
The worms retreat as robins disappear
Their daily song a now nostalgic tune
Escaping to a fruitful atmosphere
Where days are long and daffodils still bloom
Our hearts will hold the [...]
Posted in Poetry on September 15, 2007 | 5 Comments »
Don’t cower to the power of the dark,
The saber that you hold within your fist.
Reach out and grab the chance to make your mark.
If dreams are not pursued they’re but a lark,
Compounding all the light that you have missed
Don’t cower to the power of the dark.
Reach deep within yourself and find that spark
In solitude, where [...]
Posted in Poetry on September 10, 2007 | 6 Comments »
Walk with me to foreign lands
Release the cold and take my hand
Let healing breaths of warmth be dealt
To entice the brilliant crystals’ melt.
For beneath an icy cold pretense
Flow crystal pools of eloquence.
Talk with me in words of truth
Relive the passion of your youth
Let whispered sounds of soothing rain
Erase the fear and ease the pain.
Protective trees [...]
Posted in Poetry on September 8, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Sometimes I see the world as a dark place.
A forsaken place.
A food factory where children go hungry.
A mountain of uncut stones with a shortage of gems.
A promise of heaven so distorted
that some are willing to create hell on earth to obtain it.
I see a country where people complain about their debt
for the luxuries others couldn’t [...]
Posted in Other on September 6, 2007 | No Comments »
New Word Catalyst Column
by Bob Church
Not Quite Right
Bad Simile Theater
Updated weekly…don’t miss it!
Posted in Poetry on September 5, 2007 | 8 Comments »
Enveloped in darkness
deprived of functioning brain cells
trying desperately to reach that light.
Though my body is kept alive and thrives
I am deadwood -
a tree that stands tall long after roots have died.
You squint, and manage to see me the way I once was
but I am now on a new path
holding on will make my journey that [...]
Posted in Poetry on September 2, 2007 | 4 Comments »
Poets paint their art with words
Their brush, a mighty sword
With innuendo here and there
They strike familiar chords.
With words absurd, their meaning blurred
They seduce a fleeting thought
But never assume it’s their personal gloom
For often it is not.
The pain and joy they oft employ
To render their reason to rhyme
Are tainted by the readers’ eye
Unequipped with a poet’s [...]
Posted in Poetry on September 1, 2007 | No Comments »
Song For Walt Whitman
by Harry Furness
I sing to Walt’s inclusive humanity
I see Walt venturing forth each day and becoming
Teaching in poor lit chalk dust air classrooms, woodworking callus’d hands cover’d with sawdust,
Building framed houses on Long Island
Writing newspaper articles, gulping nightlife, breathing in late-night carousing New York City,
A new column that will explore the landscape [...]
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