One Special NightOne Special Night2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The winter´s night was crisp and clear,
the heaven full of stars
and all the ones who saw the signs,
came there from near and far.
They followed one bright shining star,
to a place called Bethlehem,
to a stable on the edge of town
and Joseph beckoned them in.
"Look!" He cried with tears in his eyes.
"Mary´s had a child."
"He´s wonderful, so precious. Stay
and behold him for a while."
"He will grow to be a good man,
clever, wise and mild."
"He´ll teach the world about love and
to have faith in all mankind."
Joseph smiled as his head did nod
and this he also said,
"This child is someone special,
for he was sent to us from God."
Poetry by Suzan
Christmas LightsTwilight moments between night and dayChristmas Lights2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are quiet and cold in winter's grasp
In suburban solitude I stroll
On the frigid eve of Christmas day
That tranquil silence and touch of frost
Is what drew me from within my home
Introspection presses upon me
With the urgency of a soft breeze
So rare an occasion has pavement
Seemed inviting upon which to tread
Before long all that lights my pathway
Are street lamps and tacky Christmas lights
What pathetic form of vanity
Would compel a family to throw
A tasteless assortment of light bulbs
On their home in so-called Christmas cheer?
I slow down and linger near the house
Displaying the most exuberance
A quick glimpse through the window reveals
A tree heavily decorated
Placed next to the glass for all to see
Are they so vain that they would indulge
What has become a stereotype
Of this nation's seasonal culture?
Continuing on my night saunter
I stare down the rod ahead of me
Instead of the ornate vanity
With which these strangers strike my senses
Bushels of GreenThe day we start rememberingBushels of Green1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is the day we grow old
For wisdom takes
The years we did not know
Breath of beasts and bushels green
Coincide to mingled life
With its entire strife
Running feet with nails bite
Rocks of smoothened water
Wash the time
In tears of fear and laughter
Oculus and hearing cue
Task the dullards to record
For without them
The mind cannot explore
Hands of fists and open palms
Escape with nothing held
Behaves to strip the spelled
The day we start remembering
Is the day forgotten
And never attained
For already tomorrow is then
Lungs to scream a whispered cry
Trees that speak like us
With repetition's lust
Not the empty shade of veil
To cover dead in sailing ships
Off and gone
Like winds off of our lips
Kimberlite as cool as bones
Deposits lightened by
No force we abled understand
To sleep where we can lie
Clouds of rain of wet or shadow
Hang to solve the heat of morn
But so darken
And make retrospect reborn
The day we start re
ArachneSpinArachne1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with your thread of words;
from an alphabet of dreams,
your skill rivaling Athena's;
the condensation of all our sighs
gets caught in your network of poetry.
How to be happy.Wash away the webs,How to be happy.3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
clean your wounds,
and whiten your smile.
Break your mirrors,
dump the contents of your makeup drawer,
and dry your face of your tears.
Burn away the wax inside of you,
listen to the gales of the wind god,
breathe deeply and dispel your worries,
and understand that it could always be worst.
Understand that there are people there for you,
and they always will be.
X-Mas Epigram. The winter solstice was transformed into a celebration of the birth of Jesus,X-Mas Epigram. 6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who metamorphosized into a fat old elf giving extravagant gifts to please us.
Now all that was once before has become simply a measure of the economy;
Maxed out credit cards and peptic ulcers due to anxiety and lack of gastronomy.
Lastly, we have to grin and bear the dirge of yet another Auld Lang Syne.
Enjoy the respite while you may: Looming near is Saint Valentine.
Day 4 Prompt (Prompts for Pizza)"It was time to destroy beauty."Day 4 Prompt (Prompts for Pizza)1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beauty lies in all,
In every living being, big or small
In the midnight stars glittering in an ebony sky
And in the lush green trees that love to catch your eye
Beauty shows us our purpose, our passion
It shows it self in a very unique fashion
They say true beauty is found on the inside
But why should it have to hide?
Beauty's complexities are so perplexing
And I find it very vexing...
If true beauty is on the inside, is the outside fake?
Such ponderings I must forsake!
I cannot apprehend beauty any more,
This topic is becoming very abhor!
For now I am all out of spirit
Beauty? I think I'll destroy it.
Lessons from HeroesA dusty box of cartridges under the TVLessons from Heroes2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Controllers always tangled, and you’d get on to me.
One day when boredom struck me all those years ago,
You put in Ocarina, little me in shadow’s tow
While I watched with wide eyes as you put on a show.
We rode on valiant steeds, and captured many poes
I met the Twilight Princess, and conquered many foes.
There were fairies and heroes, swords to spare.
When the Princess needed saving, we were always there.
Courage, Link taught me, can come from anywhere.
Once again when boredom struck I found an old green case,
I became a Knight of the Republic, and I slid it into place.
Companionship, exploring and fighting Malak’s tyranny,
The utter shock and fear, as I learned that Revan was me.
Redemption, Revan taught me, can set the tortured free.
At Christmas time I pleaded, another story please!
The Jade Empire, you promised held adventure’s key.
I became the Last Spirit Monk, and gave a joyful cry!
Only to face betrayal, and watch
The Pencil Pushin' PunkThe Pencil Pushin' Punk... By David NicholasThe Pencil Pushin' Punk5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In place of clanging weights of iron and steel
I chose to crunch numbers; I found that ideal
Could’ve been a contender, living like a monk
Yet I learned for a life as a pencil pushin’ punk.
Debits and credits rule me; I pray and swear fealty
To the GAAPs and to the double-entry deity
You may argue this foundation learning is junk
But that’s the life I chose as a pencil pushin’ punk.
Cash flows, profits, loss and financial positions
Are such statements I create off my own volition
Informs the world to tell the bulls from the skunks
A duty I’ll handle as a pencil pushin’ punk.
Ratios probe further, their sole aim to expose
One might say it’s the business blow-by-blows
Gives insight to practices that are prime or junk
All provided of course by the pencil pushin’ punk.
It’s the godsend granted to execs ‘round the world
To reach for the stars, or prepare for downward swirl
The Sonnet SonnetWriting a sonnet is so very hard,The Sonnet Sonnet1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you have no plan to start with at all.
Perhaps this poem can help you be a bard,
But let me say this won't just be a ball.
The first thing that you need to know to start,
Is to keep things fourteen lines at the most.
Four lines up top and two to end with heart,
It may make you wish that you were a ghost.
As you may have noticed up there above,
A pattern lives in each and every verse.
You need a rhyme, which may not make things fast,
You may just want to quit and see
Pride Cometh...Dear Ariane, listen to mePride Cometh...1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Venture not to the wine-dark sea
Brave men have reaped calamity
Like kinsmen of the gallows tree
Not even the kraken of old
Dares disturb those waters cold
Plumes of breath, a halo you wear
A smirk of zeal, a lusty air
Defying me, I know that stare
So to my home I shall repair
Know this: beware the sullen ides
Summoning forth the meanest tides
My dearest Uncle, please don't jest
You fear that I will fail the test
I know you only want the best
Take heart and find yourself some rest
So be assured that come the morn,
That I'll return; no need to mourn
The legends say they found her there
Cold and waxen, with snow-white hair
Her Uncle cried in black despair
"She trod into the devil's lair!"
Till the end of eternity
Adrift upon a wine-dark sea
The Final TruthThe strongest truths cause the most painThe Final Truth2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Especially when they’re the same
I know it took some time
But the truth is mine
I thought it was in my mind
But it’s the same every time
And the deeper you look
It just looks more crook
The obvious realization
Needs no more dramatization
For it is plain to see
That it always was me..
MemoriesMemories2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There is no other time one might find so good
As the pleasant adventure of childhood
How every simple thing brought a light to the eyes
How the wind and the rain would sing soft lullabies
How in the grand summers, fireflies would dance
And hands would entrap them with every fine chance
And their glow would glisten behind the jar’s glass
Though lids would
Onslaught of WinterSkys are black as night,Onslaught of Winter2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet the day is long.
Winter releases its blight,
Upon un-suspecting man.
Individual flakes appear,
Followed by an onslaught.
It is increadably clear,
The weather is here to stay.
Hours spread to days,
days turn to a week.
No one goes out to play,
We huddle in our homes.
Blankets and oil heat,
Are all that keep us warm.
Oh the sun will we greet,
Upon the end of the storm.
Suburban JuggernautTorchesSuburban Juggernaut2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Both night and day
Rapid deconstruction of lonely
Skeletal remnants of
For sport-gold land yachts,
With whitewalls and curb-feelers.
So cheer the suburban juggernaut:
The Ninth Wonder of the World!
Jump RopeJump RopeJump Rope2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Up, down, up, down,
Up, down, up, down!
It’s not easy keeping up
With the jump ropers around.
It’s excellent exercise
And always lots of fun.
Yet I can’t seem to do it
The way they get it done.
I can’t jump as fast as them
And I tend to be more cautious.
Yet taking risks does not mean
That the spirit of it has lost us.
My activities are various
While some of theirs are few.
Yet they are still my friends,
And they can be yours, too.
The Largest OrganSkin, or scales, like prisons we're in;The Largest Organ3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In memories, we only see the former skin.
It's us and everywhere we've been, the bits
(Bits of us that still adorn) It's
Camouflage, the day we're born we age;
Age to only shrug the wrinkles off, our camouflage.
PopcornPopcornPopcorn3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Kernels that get stuck ‘tween
Holey teeth with too much wisdom to
Grant, too little wisdom not to eat such sweet things,
And too far gone to even care enough.
It’s homemade, this treat. The
Smile For Me...AgainWhy don't you realize my materialization,Smile For Me...Again4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm not just in your vivid imagination,
I'm a real breathing,
With feelings and emotions,
So when I say I care,
Don't ignore me and my notions,
I only seek to give advice,
On your life because of the fight,
You continue to put up,
When will enough be enough,
And you'll listen?
I sincerely am disappointed when you give in,
Isn't that madness?
To continue to do the same shit,
Again and again,
Expecting it to be so different,
But in the end,
You end up right where you began,
It's not funny,
But I have to smile if I'm gonna make it through to you,
So you get used to it,
This isn't new to you,
I've been this way since I was new to you,
And that was years ago,
Now we've grown so old,
Yet you've grown so cold,
Will a hug warm you up?
Maybe a common thug whose barking up,
Your tree will huh?
Sorry that was personal,
Didn't mean you hurt you though,
I'm just feeling the pain inside,
Eating me alive,
Of Loving Insanity.: Of Loving Insanity :.Of Loving Insanity4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tear through and thrash,
Vicious fangs to gnash,
Something laughs like mad-men in the dark.
But among the herd, they know their mark.
Savage laughter, long whoops drawing out fear,
It seemed into the very soul, their gazes sear.
Running rings 'round the lions,
They live a life that is no Zion.
Yip-yap, yip and cackle-yap,
Scream and whoop,
Laugh and forget the map.
Some are among those stray in the streets,
To live they must pull off unlikely feats.
But they thrive, oh, do they certainly thrive,
And while others fall, they are quite alive.
Sticking together, for 'Together' is all they have,
They appear from nowhere when the wilderbeest calve.
Clans of 40, 60, 90 and maybe more,
They inhabit from shore to shore.
Yip-yap, yip and cackle-yap,
Scream and whoop,
Laugh and forget the map.
Reckless beings, but full of joy,
Their girls dominate the boy.
Warriors of chaos, rebels in the plains,
These mad beasts are the lion's banes...
They have forgotten their sanity, l
The SpeedsterOne moment, there is a blur, a gust of wind, or a disturbance of motion.The Speedster4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it's the speedster walking, sprinting, or running, without staying in position.
Streaks of a rainbow trail like ribbons in the sky.
An invisible rush whistling along the wind in the skies so high.
But this is the speedster's normal movement, everyone else slowly crawling
all the way.
The world in normal pace, one person in fast-forward.
Life is in pause while the speedster waits for it to play toward
that one moment when superspeed is unnoticed
Is the speedster fast while everyone's normal with no attention?
Or is the speedster normal while everyone's in sloooow-mootioooooooon..?
Nobody can see, nobody can tell, nobody can catch up...
"Why can't the world catch up to me?" The speedster once said.
Everything was fast-paced in that person's head.
"The world's slowness is irritating, like waiting at a line-up for the ATM."
But the speedster pointed out, "That's the consequence fo