Gentle repose on death's bier
Crimson rose in waxen hand
Silent beauty lies
Gone to eternal rest
Nosferatu cried tears of blood
True love beyond reach.
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Frog spawn in the pond
Covered by water lilies
Peaceful and serene
Croak of frogs disturbes the peace
Delightful small creatures' jump!
Am I a Prince?
AMPHIBIANS by *La-Tete-Ailleurs*
*Spock*Many moons ago
*Marriage and Henry*Marry Henry, no!
*Harbour of Dreams*
*Book of Maps*Atlas carried world, it's heavy
*The Forgotten Tomb*
*Love's Tribute*Love has thorns, not unlike rose.
*So Sorry*Apology accepted. Flowers worked their magic.
*Valley of Kings*
*No Blue Sky*
The Joshua Tree (solitary man)
A man for the people, a man for the times,
a man for all reasons and rhymes.
Made the top of his class, outshone all the rest,
somehow it made up for old crimes.
But the past catches up, ensnares whom it wants,
makes haughty men subject to taunts.
Skeletons from of old, inevitably,
come out and require response.
Former friends fade away, the rich and the small,
as the mighty man takes the fall.
But the wife and the kids, loyal to the end,
do their best to endure, stand tall.
'Tis lonely at the top, the old saying goes,
'specially when an ill wind blows.
Like a Joshua tree, in a barren land,
the fallen man reaps what he sows.
Three Blind Mice
three blind mice
three blind mice
see how they run
see how they run
they all ran after the farmer's wife
she cut off their tails with a carving knife
did you ever see such a sight in your life
as three blind mice
three blind mice
Dumpty here. As in Sam Dumpty. Another tale to be told, another mystery to be solved. And I'm just the guy to do it! After carefully considering all of the relevant facts, taking into account, of course, any mitigating circumstances, then factoring in miscellaneous possibilities, I have put together the pieces of this unusual and extraordinary puzzle and have come up with a working theory as to what actually occurred and why (deep breath).
I started my premise with a multiple query. Three things I considered: (a) How did the mice become blind? (b) Why did they turn on the farmer's wife and (c) Were the aforementioned facts somehow related?
I interrogated the farmer's wife first under the hottest light I could find and with
Rock Bottom They say when you hit rock bottom there is nowhere to go
but up. Not true, one can wander for eternity
at the foot of the cliff: upon the flat plains
no farther down: no footholds up. Trudging along each dusty step
as the sounds of laughter roll from above. Taunting laughter
a reminder of where one will never be. The only hope
is that someone will break from their revelry and
look down to see the despairing one far below. Even then,
will they lower a rope
or turn away
seeing only a puff of dry dust
far below? Suppose they see the miserable one,
would they taint their gaiety with
the filth the one has become? The one at the foot
can wander for eternity
a way up from
Without FormA poet without words
Stuttering upon an empty page
Stained with tears
Thoughts without release.
A builder without wood
Hammer at the ready
Nails without a home
No shelter from the storm.
A painter without a canvas
Paint pooling upon the ground
Visions lost in chaos.
A potter without clay
Hands aching to create
Void of expectation
No vessel filled with passion.
A photographer without a lens
Eyeing a world in expectation
Images flashing but never kept
Life passing without record.
A lover without love
Heart beating a vacant rhythm
Yearning for expression
Desire without form.
The SearchThe Beginning
so woefully safe
on Trinity's End
laid on mist
who are hiding
the Naysayer's voice
echoes among leaves
the scream of
a resolute cry
the whisper of
a barren lie
the lady of All
and of One
bares before me
as last steps fall
I hear her silent name
The PhilosopherUnder caress
of weak firelight
with warm luster
in weary eyes
for Erotic favour
upon a lasting theatre
Actors and actresses
bearing names of Enigma
so keen to follow
mellow and lively
steps of the dance
while their lines
are set to inscribe
Though he may fade,
Sophia will remember.
SaidI am here,
I could blame it
all on you
inside of me
Maybe I didn't
but you did.
Welcome MatThe welcome mat
is a partial truth.
If you knock
I will open the door
but I won't let you in.
I will listen to your words
and love you from my porch,
but my threshold
you will not cross.
Beyond it is my sanctuary
and the residence
of my shame.
Only gentle folk allowed.
WillYou may think
I assure you,
it is but bruised.
Your rose petals
will bleach red
back to pink;
will sing red
back to blue.
That must be
why your will
is so strong.
LustAdrenaline scrawls the blood
through your veins, stretches graffiti
over parchment bones.
Anticipation clutters your heart
in oil, and anxiety scratches
from yellow to orange
across stumbled ankles.
Ardor gauzes your eyes
from the sun, and agony
contracts your fists to fingernails,
seals your lips
Touch Is PoetryToday, you recite Frost.
I've always loved being read to,
But for some reason,
This morning I can scarcely
Absorb your flowing words,
Which instead trickle through my fingers
As their tips register
The vibrations of your voice
At the place where
Your chest and shoulder intersect,
Then trail down your bicep
To the crook of your elbow,
Then turn down the path
Of your forearm,
Then happen, at last,
Upon your precious left hand,
Which brackets the dusty anthology.
I hope you know I touch you
Because I adore you,
Not just because I can't see you.
Letter to BeethovenPerhaps it was not your aim after all
To describe the moon to a blind person,
But when I hear Piano Sonata No. 14,
The splendid, yet lonely, moonlit night
When you wept
For the loss of your hearing
And where I now sometimes weep
For the loss of my sight.
It's a shame you grew tired
Of people loving that song so much.
I wish I could have told you
That it was because you managed
To derive beauty from pain.
Beside YouYou're like a vulnerable child...
Lost and frightened in the wild.
I want to kiss away your tears,
And erase all your pains and fears.
I know this world's a scary place...
But, there's nothing we can't face.
As long as we're together,
We'll survive stormy weather.
I believe, love always prevails...
And cures everything that ails.
We won't find a stronger force,
If we stay on love's steady course.
I'll be with you, if you want me.
There's nowhere else I'd rather be...
Than beside you, as life unfolds,
In all the wonder that it holds.
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama
The Thought Of YouWhen failure is all I can see,
And there's no strength left in me...
The thought of you, makes me smile.
Then, I can trudge another mile...
And devise some fresh, new way,
To fight through the darkest day.
You renew the flame in me.
I move forward, undauntedly.
Your love inspires newfound hope...
Gives me the wherewithal to cope.
If I had never found you...
There'd be gray skies instead of blue.
How sad and sour life would be...
Without your precious love for me.
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama
running drybroken faucet temporal lobe
with desert lungs
and a tongue that
deserted a dry hydrant long ago,
i look for you in the broken spine
of my forgotten secret holder
and hope one of the loose loops
wrap around the tip of my cold finger
and hold both of us together.
PropinquityProximity kills all your favorite heroes.
Government News BulletinInflation down lowest level yet,
Dow Jones Index five points up
More people in work,
Crime statistics at all time low,
Youth unemployment down.
Chocolate ration to be increased
A Lament For Green ManHalf hidden on the walls of many old churches in Britain, peeking from niches, corbels and roof bosses can be found strange faces carved in wood or stone surrounded by or spouting foliage from ears, mouth and nose. These are the faces of the so-called Green Man. There are no references in mediaeval literature to Green Man. We don't know for certain why these images were carved. The original meaning of the Green Man was lost at the end of the Middle Ages.
The Knights Templar Chapel at Rosslyn in Scotland has more than a hundred Green Man carvings and representations. The Knights Templar were a paradox in themselves fighting monks. They seemed to have had a particular interest in Green Man. Lincolnshire churches are particularly rich in Green Man images too.
I have tried looking from the edge of a wood to see what feelings might be stimulated but of course it's futile. Looking at history with modern eyes is useless. If we aren't careful we think that the people in the past were j
On Making Art in the New WorldI break sharpie pens
trying to be Pocahantas,
singing every color of the wind
because this is America
and this is New York
and we are the colors
of the human wind.
The Legality of Love LettersYour copyright
at first sight -- ghost wrote
commas under my skin.
Against your own plagiarism.
The redwood crackles in the fire
Spreading warmth throughout the hall
Seated by the fireplace
Nobody looks out the window
To see the first snows of winter fall
Eyes are riveted to the fireside
Ears to the burning wood within
The wood sends a delightful fragrance out
Always a delight to smell
The Three Rs of RomanceThe Three Rs of Romance
Red wine means a full blood
A carrier of love from the heart
Of the lover to his/her beloved
A simple sacrifice of faith
To the Mother*
"Oh my mother in Heaven
Please accept this wine
As a symbol of my blood and life
For him who will be my beloved"
Red Lips mean that the blood
Of the lover is full and strong
And ready to be kissed
By the beloved
Then the lover's eyes sparkle with delight
And the beloved kisses her mouth
Red hearts mean that the heart is filled
With warm, tender and happy love
Sweet, true and lasting love
To give health to the lips
To taste the wine in celebration
Of that love
And to vow her devotion to her beloved
"I love you now and forever"
My Chosen SymphonyGive me the pearls of the rain
music of the Heavens
Drums from on high
give me the song of the wind
Staccato of the fates
Flutes from history
Share with me, the cellos of storms
Refrain of the Gods
Strings from all that is
Let this, then
be my chosen symphony
Life - lush and whispering
Haunting the spaces between breaths
Heart - wishful and lingering
Longing to remain vital and young
Mind - universal expansion and delight
Forging worlds for other thoughts to inhabit
So to outside
Let me conduct this
My chosen symphony
Where dreams wake from rest
Where curtains forever recede
Silent LullabyHush and listen
The stars fold you into bed
Night time skies blanket you
The rain cannot touch you here
The creatures of nightmare hold no sway
Hush and listen
To this, my silent lullaby
The writing against our skin won't scar us
hum along, if it pleases you
I won't judge your pitch and range
Hush and listen
To this, my silent lullaby for you
I know you
As the winds know the treetops
I marvel at you
As does the seal for the shore
I love you
My unsung song, on the lips of gods and devils
Hush, and listen to this
our silent lullaby
No harm here
No currents drag us down here
No cold stars hold sway
The Olympian project: Goddesses (total fr/en)I Hécate
Vêtue d’ombres fines
comment pourrait-elle cacher
longtemps sa clarté
Dressed in shadows sheer
how could she be hiding her
luster for so long
Le sable d’or fin
cherche la bénédiction
de vos pas perdus
The sands of fine gold
seek the benediction of
your absent footsteps
Dame de lumière
les arches bleues de l’éther
sont vides sans vous
Lady of the light
the blue arches of my sky
are void without you
la soie sur sa peau dorée
raisins blonds sucrés
this silk on her gilded skin
heavenly white grapes
Couronne de neige
bijoux colorés qui sonnent
Crowned by noble snow
colorful jewels that chime
thy fury divine
desirs / desiresdésirs
le vent du désert
assèche la vague
so the desert's breeze
dry out the wave
the imprint lingers
-Sophie, 26 octobre 2014
*River Styx*River Styx, Hades bound
Silent ferryman makes no sound
His boat contains human sorrow.
Departing souls, no tomorrow.
Day and night boat departs
Shades of dead with fearful heart
Should they have a coin to pay
Passage assured, on their way.
You have no coin? journey short
No way boatman will abort
Bound for Hades, time of fear
Trembling souls, hour is near.
The Raven's Lament (part II)tommyboywood
* now available on audio here: https://soundcloud.com/tom-woodliff/the-ravens-lament-part-ii
(Ahem! Is this thing on? Hello? Testing one two one two. Poe was a dip, Poe was a dip, testing...)
Barrymore T. Raven III here, at your service. As many of you may remember, I recently broke my 170 year silence to try and set the record straight on humanity's erroneous view of Ravendom. Thanks to a certain poet (who for the moment shall remain nameless) many, if not most of you, were under the impression that ravens are brainless dimwits who have nothing better to do than say "nevermore" over and over again (for full transcript click here: http://fav.me/d7db1kh). In addition, I had hoped to dispel the notion that ravens are dark, mysterious, and evil by posting the very first (known) raven poem (authored by yours truly) entitled: My fuzzy pillow (for full posting click here: http://fav.me/d7e63sx).
Well, two things. Number one, I'm s
Black Hole Lovetommyboywood
you have taken everything i am
you have consumed all my energy
you have offered zero in return
and now i have nothing left to give
Cliff SideCliff SideMichel-le-fou
We have moved from the summit
Whence we made our nest
To a point down along the cliff
To find peace and rest
Wine will flow later
When our health is the best
So we enjoy our customary dinners
And gaze eye to eye
And as I sip my beverage
She looks at me and sighs
Two tender butterflies
Cocooned in a love that never dies
The Lady and the Pensomewhere deep in the mists of eiretommyboywood
there lives a lass with keen desire
her pen becomes a flaming fire
each time the moon is full
she's spun a ghostly tale or two
has sound advice for me and you
and when she's down and feeling blue
she writes to ease the pain
one-liners she's quite famous for
eclectic themes she dares explore
her friends are known to her adore
she takes a humble bow
so if you're down and out my friend
why not lay down that troubled pen
just spend some time with Dee and then
her words will make you smile
just spend a little time with her...
the words will make you smile
If the sky was greentommyboywood
If the blue sky was green and the green grass pale blue,
it just might change things for me and for you.
Would the clouds be mud brown and the soil bright white?
Perhaps you will say: "It doesn't seem right!"
If the seas were above and the stars down below,
imagine the distance a tall ship could go.
Would it rain all year round, would the sun ever shine?
Perhaps you can crack this quandary of mine!
If the world was a square and the universe round,
likely you'd say that would be quite profound.
Would the seasons still change, would the galaxies crash?
Perhaps you may find these questions too brash!
If true love was the rule and if hatred was scorned,
imagine your life in a place so adorned.
Would war be abolished and blind prejudice too?
Perhaps you will say: "Please take me with you!"
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Missed u all ,Thankyou and Happy NewYearHi my dear Friends ,SeventhFairy
Missed u all
How r u all and i really missed u all,hope u all doing good, i was totally away frm DA .
First i went to my mom's house to take rest ,bcos of ramdhan fasting i become sick again ,Dr strictly mentioned that i should not fast hereafter (its really very sad)and after i returned here i had to get a new maid bcos old one was not good,so i had to do all works till i get new...it made me so weak and my spinal pain got doubled( but good thing is i lost some wait haha) now i got new maid..but still i cant able to strain much and also i lost my interest..i hope coming yr will be good and i love to make more works
Thankyou so much
Thankyou so much for all ur wishes, prayers,points ,gifts and cakes,it meant lot to me...sorry for not replying ....
Thankyou so much dear friends :rose
Back to your regularly scheduled programming ...Life Updatehopeburnsblue
Aside from the fact that I was holding off because I already posted two journals last week for my dA birthday and the If I Could DD project, these past two weeks have been both crazy and uneventful, if you can imagine it. When I haven't been busy, I've been living in my head and keeping to myself a bit more, so I apologize if you've been trying to get a hold of me and I haven't responded as much as I normally would.
I had Thanksgiving with my dad's side of the family. I went to my parents' the night before and stayed up 'til almost five with my dad while he did some work stuff on the computer. We sipped beer and played music in between, of course. Then I spent the next morning drinking coffee with him and my mom, which was nice, and at my aunt's house that afternoon, I devoted my time largely to cuddling with my eight-year-old cousin Sophia and showin
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