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*Seeking Redemption*Perished dreams six feet deep
Ode to Spock
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From a distant star you traveled,
far across the Milky Way.
Humanity felt imperiled,
but peace was the Vulcan way.
We never could understand you,
that face without expression.
Thus you suffered so many fools,
and taught us all a lesson.
The differences that separate,
move some to hate and revile.
But the bond made came not too late
we loved you, if for a while.
Now we thank you for your wisdom,
we'll never forget your name.
Eclectic will be the kingdom,
may the flame always remain.
Haikus for the Seas
the final frontier
ageless and timeless treasures
buried beneath time
blue whale ascending
magnificent creatures thrive
dolphins by her side
the lees of winterstraight into summer
spring only a wishful dream
winter gone again
sail away (senryu)
set your sleepy sails
far across the sea of stars
lies the land of dreams
Find Me (Extended) Find me
Between the cracks
Gaze at the words
Carved on the paper.
To explain the content
Of my poet's heart.
The fine black ink
Printed in cursive
Below the lines of
Examine the lines
I so lovingly laced
For you to read
And thoughtfully consider.
I pray that you
Hazel~ You, with your hazel eyes
And growing frown:
I can't take
Seeing you drown.
Light PlayWhen I go looking
for your love lit eyes
(so long have
they been closed)
I find my way
to sun reflecting
and I watch light play
where we once played
TimeIn our perception
time never treads
on steady feet.
It runs, it flies,
it trips, it drags.
On rare days
Or so it seems...
and for a moment
The cooler side of the pillow
For the side that remembers
The impression of your cheek
And the soft smell of your hair.
In the butterfly thrill
Of your gentle embrace,
But aching to close
The Rubin-vase distance
That separates us.
It's the difference between
The sound of your silver Corolla
As you pull to a stop
In my cul-de-sac
And the way it sounds
When you leave.
It's weaving "I love you"
Into every word,
Short of actually saying it.
But the thing is,
I don't know
How much longer I can go
Without saying it.
The healing amethyst
Michelle brought from Guatemala.
The trill of a violin--
Magenta, to be exact.
Jasmine tea, though I'm told
That jasmine is white.
The down fur
Of gray cats I've loved.
Purple haze, all in my brain ...
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
Oceans Above and BelowEarth is plankton
in a vaster sea
Nebulae are anemone
Swirling about their tide pools
Indeed we who love the sea
obtained the best of both earth and sky
Our island amidst the tempest
Our notions against the tides
gravity and singularity
Quasar and infinite skies
Red dwarves and smiling rings
The asteroids are coral reefs
Put down blankets for your pleasure
Pick a shore
There will always be more
WINTER'S GIFTThis year the snow has fallen like magic,
mesmerizing me into a wakeful Dream,
Time is but a rhyme of filigree serenity
as Winter's frostbitten virtues draws me
outside to walk with her, under the petticoat
lamplight I see a fallen flurry of snowflakes
glitter and glow, my steps crunch the Silence
into Echoes, defrosting Winter's subtleties
into my reflection-until I am left wondering
how did the fairies fit an entire village
into a solitary snowflake? How did they
arrange the frost into a colour I can taste?
I have lost count of the eclipses that have
found a home in the renewable reservoir of my eyes...
I thought I was lost in a moonless forest
chasing the ambrosia that drips from my
diaphanous dreams, I was yearning for a scarlet
skirmish of Purity to anoint my soul before
I eavesdropped on Winter too long and my
Frozen Flame became just a frozen blur,
I always believed myself to be a fragment
of the Magic that exists unseen, I had walked
this ashen stretch of growth and change...
DEAR PERSEPHONEDear Persephone, goddess with eyes veiled
from the daylight world so you may see
a host of shadows, a host of ferried
shades who call your Twilight land home,
if by some chance you see through the
opulent layers of Darkness a sudden gleam
of a peach-cream ghost quietly slip by,
a little gecko ghost with a warm peach aura
that reminds you of fragrant sunlit days,
the comfort and care you once knew
in Demeter's garden in the world above,
of poetry astir in youthful hearts,
a cashmere caress of love newly spun...
dear Persephone, goddess of the beloved dead,
please give my Peaches a kiss on the nose
now that I cannot, stroke her satiny skin
that is softer than the softest petal,
whisper to her words of endearment,
tell her my love is infinite...
bless this innocent soul who knows
Life is a series of moments made of
gentle cares and loving hearts.
November 21, 2014
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All Rights Reserved.
In VainAre you reading my words somewhere...
And remembering...or do you care?
It's been so long...long years, I know...
Thousands of tortured tears ago;
Tears I wept until I could weep no more,
Praying you'd walk back through my door...
Hoping in vain, adamantly;
Holding your memory, intently.
But, you never even glanced back once.
I was a damned fool and a dunce...
Yearning for you, against all advice;
Waiting for you, who didn't think twice.
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama
IrreplaceableWithout you, what would I do?
You always make my morning bright,
And each day, pleasant to pass...
Sweetening my dreams at night.
When I'm feeling sad and gloomy...
Ready to abandon any hope,
You cheerily say the right words to me...
Uplift and encourage my heart to cope.
Your love is rare and irreplaceable.
If I lost you, darkness would destroy me...
Shattered to shards, I may as well be...
Tossed on a trash heap as debris.
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama
Ghost-like waifs in ragged shrouds haunt refuse tips
Haggard mothers dry suckle big bellied babes
Beggars, beseeching, stare from sightless sockets
Our brothers and sisters in another land.
Who live in shacks of tin in shanty towns.
Don't tell me about your bloody headache!
Spectre with a Hood
Spectre with a Hood
Most days I see him, the spectre with a hood.
Head and rounded shoulders bent forward he walks,
No, trudges the country road I always use
On my frequent forays into the town.
Clad in faded camouflage gear he carries
In one hand a plastic supermarket bag
While his shoulders tote a flaccid rucksack.
He is looking neither forward nor sideways,
But always downwards, he is oblivious
To the white cow parsley in the verges,
To the late blackthorn and the may blossom
Emerging from which a startled blackbird,
Cackling her alarm call, darts across his face.
Such strange behaviour, I say to my friends
Who reply ‘He’s off for his free methadone’,
Dismissive as if this answer explains all.
DUELI rise from bed and stretch and yawn,
Not yet dawn, I take my time to dress.
A million things run through my head,
As my wife prepares my breakfast.
I would be lying to you,
If I said I wasn't nervous.
My cause; however, is resolute,
And it only strengthens my resolve.
I rise from the table, prepared to go,
My wife hands me my coat and hat.
I kiss her cheek and walk out the door,
The cool winter air burns my lungs.
The gas lamps flicker and light my way,
And on time, I reach my destination.
The first rays of light rise from the east,
Across the field, from me, stands my foe.
‘Are you ready sir?’ he shouts at me,
‘Quite ready!’ I shout in reply.
Back to back, now, our pistols loaded,
He mutters ’Ten paces agreed?’
My heart now pounding, I reply ‘Agreed.’
We counted ten paces and turned,
A searing pain then spread through my chest.
My foe looked down on me as I lay dying,
‘Any last words?’ he asked gently.
My lungs filled with b
Winter HaikuSnow dappled mountains
Majestic in their glory
A winter flower
She rises above all odds
Behold how she blooms...
Snow falls to the ground
Collecting each unique flake
turning the ground white...
Avatari'm the remnant; my still image of desertion
my searing truth
flowing from WINDows, obscured
in muted streams
that trickle with sea salt, at dusk
in search of my discarded shell, in sands
my dormant haunt
in eloquent winds
of extant charm, raptured
eye on top of pointemphatic capacity without volume, is preferable.
monotony fissuresdon't let routine mask your (e)motions.
ComfortMelancholy sighs your frame.
Melancholy whispers your hair withered.
Melancholy polishes your cheeks pale,
melancholy divides your tear ducts empty.
aches your bones with a soothing lullaby.
AlbatrossThe lone white shape soars
Through the drifting clouds around
Below a lone ship sails
Love Haiku (2015)Love Haiku (2015)
Sweet tears upon soft cheeks
Reflecting the shine in her eyes
Two moons upon the water
Gripped by glorious insight
All is possible.