Posted in Poetry, tagged Poetry on December 28, 2007 | 10 Comments »
The perspiration of aspirations
gathers as you toil
With pen you lance, at circumstance
approaching midnight oil.
With truth, you coax your words to dance
each syllable on cue
While you strive to beat the masters
I aspire to be you.
Posted in Poetry, Word Catalyst Workshop, tagged Poetry on December 27, 2007 | 6 Comments »
Piano Man II by Justin Bu
focused on the hourglass
we lose sight of the sand
distorted views have come to pass
as fingers stroke the hand
of time, kept in a bottle
sealed, to foster our delusions
reality, so well concealed
competes with grand illusions.
Posted in Poetry, tagged Christma, Poetry on December 25, 2007 | 7 Comments »
The paper and the boxes, empty now
Replaced by smiling faces, saying “Wow”
It’s over for another year, the charm
I’m basking in the afterglow, and calm.
The candles made their magic, now they’re gone
We wake to peace and quiet, with the dawn
But how I wish that someone, small in frame
Had woke me with that yell, “Get up! [...]
Posted in Poetry on December 20, 2007 | 7 Comments »
The lights are on and all is in full swing
As Hark, The Herald Angels we all sing
The child is at the door to try and sneak
A look at Santa’s cache - the slightest peek!
The tree is standing tall beneath its star
With trim and glitz and toys and gifts bizarre
Yes all is well because of what [...]
Posted in Entertainment, Other, tagged Call for submissions, Photography on December 20, 2007 | 2 Comments »
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Posted in Poetry, tagged friends, Poetry on December 19, 2007 | 11 Comments »
No greater gift
Could there be found
Than simply knowing
they’re around.
One true friend
Is hard to get
To be that friend
Is harder yet.
Thanks to all who have supported my attempts at poetry over the past year. Your comments and suggestions have been a constant source of encouragement as well as a lot of fun and I will never forget [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged Fantasy, Inspiration, Poetry on December 19, 2007 | 5 Comments »
She’s tucked him away, for some far away day
Like a photo, now etched in her mind
Only letting him out, when there’s no one about
To amuse her with sweet words of rhyme.
She keeps him well hidden, like a child’s toy
forbidden, this poet with words deep and dark
She carries him with her, his sweet silent whisper
She’s locked [...]
Posted in Poetry, Word Catalyst Workshop, tagged , Poetry, split-couplets on December 17, 2007 | 5 Comments »
Twilight in Gloucester by Paul Cornoyer
The trip was worth the time, it swiftly passed
I had a blast.
Remembering the good old days, of your
forbidden shore.
That beckoned me to take that one last dip
one final sip.
Before I head back home and close that door
for evermore.
Though nothing is as simple as it seems
in twilight dreams.
The trip was worth [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged flights of fancy, Poetry, winter on December 17, 2007 | 1 Comment »
A winter chill has come our way
abruptly ending endless play
summer birds have flocked and flown
to home away from northern home
their absence makes one feel alone.
The sparkling winter flurries drift
transforming rays of light
and lace the freezing wintry mist
with promises of white
their journey leaves one envious of flight.
Posted in Poetry, tagged Guest poet, inspirational poetry, Recommended reading on December 17, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Not So Hot
“Sssssstay with me,” the fire hissed
“We’ll sizzle everything,
I’ll help you cook your food
and keep away the bugs that sting.”
But in the distance I could hear
a cleansing presence sing
with pure unfiltered tones
that brought me back once more to Spring.
So I threw an extra log upon
the pit and bade goodbye
“I must be off my [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged loss, Poetry, remembering on December 14, 2007 | 6 Comments »
When spring rekindles
barren land
I think of you-
your healing hand.
When summer’s night
spawns fireflies
I see the sparks
that graced your eyes
With autumn’s wind
a sultry blast
Your laughter echoes
from the past
With winter’s cold
I bid adieu
My heart is warmed,
with thoughts of you.
Posted in Poetry, Word Catalyst Workshop on December 11, 2007 | 14 Comments »
Snow drifts all through the late night storm
thin ice coats form,
from cold rains’ freeze
that wraps the trees.
A world of white will soon emerge
and sun will purge
top layers of snow
to start the show.
A winter wonderland appears
then drops like tears.
From cold rains’ freeze
come crystal trees.
Minute Poem - Word Catalyst Writers Workshop Challenge
Posted in Poetry, tagged Poetry on December 9, 2007 | 5 Comments »
A storm approaches and quietly grows
Branches collapse under falling snows
The tree, long stripped of fragile leaves
Its vulnerable trunk and extremities
Exposed to new depths by a chilling freeze.
A storm of winter ecstasy
Drifts downward to the waiting tree
Ebbing and flowing through the night
Til darkness succumbs to morning light.
Melting in warmth, spent storms will retire
In gardens of sunshine; [...]
Posted in Poetry on December 8, 2007 | 4 Comments »
With brush in hand and canvas primed
The masterpiece awaits me
I narrow my sights and broaden my mind
Allowing the canvas to paint me.
The starkness of newly primed linen
Should inspire a brush stroke or line
Dabbling with color, perspective and weight
Its blankness seeps into my mind
What hues would it choose to portray me
What depths of the shadows and [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged Poetry, the perfect gift, word catalyst workshop challenge on December 7, 2007 | 5 Comments »
A Friendly Visit by William Merritt Chase
I come in desperation
My pride is in a shamble
To ask you to back off a bit
Is too much of a gamble
He paints you perfect, in his mind
He paints you in my place
He paints you in his dreams at night
On me, he paints your face.
I know he’s asking [...]
Posted in Entertainment, Poetry, tagged , Edna St. Vincent Millay, Poetry on December 7, 2007 | 4 Comments »
To the Not Impossible Him
How shall I know, unless I go
To [...]
Posted in Poetry on December 4, 2007 | 11 Comments »
Behind the scenes, who would we find
Behind the screens we hide behind
Are you for real or just pretend
Who are you my virtual friend?
We share our sorrows and our joys
Our secret thoughts, manipulative ploys
With words, we give a voice to dreams
While safely hidden behind the scenes.
A world apart, yet side by side
We curse injustice far and [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged , christmas past, Poetry on December 2, 2007 | 6 Comments »
Never in our wildest dreams
Did we ever dream so clearly
Of gifts that couldn’t be opened
Presented oh so dearly.
The glossy wrap and tidy bows
Enticed our childlike pleasure
Of facing the darkness and feasting our eyes
Upon that wished for treasure.
A ‘do not open til Christmas’ greeting
At least assured a ‘someday’ meeting
Fueling hopes with new found pleasure
Of unwrapping that gift [...]
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