White Brushed This FlagFlag waves in the wind.White Brushed This Flag8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Only thing speaking when
The vow of silence starts soon.
Pledges of violence to end this noon.
Waving away, waving away.
Falling asleep as you're still awake.
I wonder what kept it up those nights.
Now set free, the flag is swept in flight.
The RhymeI can feel the verge of something excruciating.The Rhyme1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Driven to be alienating.
There's something pulsating within me
Begging for a way to be set free.
Frustrated by the malice.
Riches used for good strengthen the palace
And the temple of the mind.
Simple explorer, never out to find.
Even little birds find the nest over time
So get ready; I'm coming home after the rhyme.
SOULMATESOULMATESOULMATE1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a woman to love
in this dark and dreary land,
a soul that completes
my unfinished heart,
to continue with hand in hand.
I know her well
through blissful dreams
and forgotten unmade memories,
The lingering tingle
of a soft warm touch,
the scent of her hair in the breeze.
Her eyes ablaze
with dancing sparks
that stir my churning thought,
of love and glee
knowing what femininity has wrought.
My core is shaking
from her song,
heating blood and heart,
From her lips,
her words embrace,
gathers the missing part.
we spin our paths
through glittering starry night,
Though far apart
the bond is strong,
twisting strands of gossamer light.
Perhaps one day
our paths will cross,
hers with foolish mine,
We’ll know each other,
our hearts collide,
and we’ll laugh at the rest of time.
Awakened Past WarI've been underground for so longAwakened Past War2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wasn't aware there was even a war.
When I stepped out and heard what I thought was peace's song
A little girl ran to me, crying about hidden wrongs.
I couldn't understand her tears
But I can recognize fear.
Placed an ear to the streets I walk once more.
Heard random sides threaten each's end being near
As the peaceful island soul searches by the ocean.
Perhaps you all should join the quiet land's motions.
Their waters have been through eternity but still love with devotion.
You can learn its secret if you silence all the commotion.
A Different CakeAh, when when the cake was still wholeA Different Cake2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And not divided into those complicated pieces.
Everyone wants a taste of sweetness,
But when there's not enough going around there's a sourness in taking control.
I find the whole thing bitter.
Then they took away the taste.
Maybe it would be better in a different cake,
One that didn't become hollow over the years and stuffed with litter.
WonderingWritten in 2007Wondering2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I heard a prayer once
that I cannot repeat
for it was sung by the whales
deep under the sea.
I heard a prayer once
in a flutter of wings
as a new butterfly
emerged into spring.
The prayer of the songbirds just before dawn.
The prayer of slumber, told with a yawn.
The prayer of crickets, summoning rain.
The prayer of coyote, howling again.
The prayers of the flowers facing the sky.
The prayer of the lonely, the softest of sighs.
Words cannot begin to capture
Language cannot begin to tell
Of all the prayers that surround us
In every sight, touch, sound and smell.
Religion is not required.
Holiness is merely party of being.
Our spiritual survival craves
Natural remedies, transcendant leanings.
We seek those fragile strings
That surely hold us all together.
Yet the question remains -
Can prayer make us better?
NonsenseShit through a tube lacks any functionNonsense2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Unless it’s the result of an Earthly compulsion:
We are mortal you see, thus we require,
Some sort of food or else we expire.
But the sentient can’t live on bread alone,
We need something that grows more than just bones.
That which is never ejected as waste,
But is mulled over forever in an imperishable space.
Call it love, without the weather –
Call it Nirvana, without the pleasure –
Immortal mirror void of smoke,
Reflecting Imago Dei without the yoke,
Of the servile lens which sadly blinds us,
To the ephemeral artifices that surround us.
Soul Search, Session II don't have diamonds.Soul Search, Session I3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's not really about diamonds
Because it's possible to find riches
When you play their game and work the right switches.
I don't control time.
It's not really about time
Because I'm used to things being limited.
To be able to slow the timer is a rare privilege.
I don't read enough.
It's not really about reading
But what you have learned.
Enlightenment is a drug for which patient students yearn.
I don't really smile.
It's not really about smiling
Because I can be happy without showing it,
Just like how poems can have meaning without you knowing it.
HallowedHallowedHallowed3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am that which is hallowed
Bound in beautiful chains
Commander of higher powers
Ensconced in a gilded cage
Great power lays a geas
'Listen and obey me
You, who seeks to conquer
Last vestiges of the free
Hear the cries of the lonely
Despairing in their desires
I wash away the sins
Quench the toxic fires
See the faces of the lost
Hidden behind shadowed eyes
I dispel encroaching darkness
Set dreams amidst the skies
Feel the spirits of the broken
Cowering beneath their lies
I tear their minds asunder
Permit the truth to rise
I am that which is hallowed
Bound in beautiful chains
You, who would control me
Your efforts are in vain.'
The Tree Speaks AloneThey all speak a language I just don't understand.The Tree Speaks Alone3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As if being bilingual ever helped a deaf man.
I will admit, I still love that helping hand.
Feels softer than any blanket wrapping around me can.
Leading me to peace in wind's pain,
Solace within the tears of cloud's rain.
Lied in the sunshine to dream.
There's truth in falling skies and I know now what they mean.
A humble meditator sits delighted,
Loving the way it's lighted.
A quiet little ghost town.
Finally able to speak with the ears of nobody around
Because the tree speaks alone,
Reaching for the roots of home.
Your MemoryA framed photograph surrounded by chrysanthemum flowers,Your Memory4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a solemn mark of passing the night in these sorrowful hours.
Your smiling face filled with joy and unabashed brilliance,
we have been separated far too soon from this existence.
These shades of anguish clouding my darkened heart,
how I wished so very much that we would never be apart.
Missing you already so much my most dearest friend,
is there a possibility for these feelings to transcend?
Because even though I know you are no longer here,
I can still feel your warming presence, are you possibly near?
Can you hear me in this moment? Can you hear what I say?
I promise that I will live for the both of us until my last day.
Swearing with tears as the many candles glisten with light,
with every star fall there is rebirth, no matter how dark the night.
Incense and a prayer, honoring you the best way I can,
knowing that we are all apart of a greater cosmic plan.
We'll meet again in a later life if that is to be our destiny,
Prayer from my HeartLord take my hand and lift me up, when life drags me downPrayer from my Heart4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when there are no words for my sorrow, let my heart therefore sing
when self-doubt clouds my vision, open my eyes to see possibilities
when there is concern for me, when given advice, oh let me listen
You have taught me the lessons of other's shoes
to not laugh, put down, ridicule, to judge or accuse
Help me change my physical body so that I for others serve
with better health, a second chance would be more than I deserve
Help me regain control when I lose my grasp and begin then to spiral
It is not worth that extra bit of food, help me to put down that spoon
when it is hard to walk, place wings on my feet so I may fly
If my faith falters, oh please don't give up, and I will again stand firm
I give my heart to thee and to all who will receive
without reservation, do I commit my soul to your will
I came into the world without any thing of material wealth or status
but to be with my family, forever with thee, I gladly leave it all
OvercomingSo many innocents caught in the crossroads.Overcoming4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Look at this.
Please, end this war forever.
The final curse of that past
Is firing up the people who came together
And spun them very fast.
Cracks in breaking hearts are no code.
The poor can still become rich,
No longer remembered by backing down
And drowning in what they're owed.
Command that spin
As demon's soldiers dance.
You can win
When you defeat its plans.
That moment of clarity is going to be coming around.
Maybe then all these loose ends can be sewed.
DishwasherHe took it on his own and cooked at will.Dishwasher4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When he's finished his dinner he will pay the bill
But don't expect me to give a tip.
I don't know what I could give
When food disappears and a dirty plate's gone.
I can offer you a song
Of how delicious his slice was
And how he had enough
But I really shouldn't be singing as I'm washing his plate.
I'm supposed to make it shine
Before it gets put away.
Still, I just don't know what else I could say.
To Preserve or NotI hope tomorrow will be yesterday.To Preserve or Not4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The greatest things were always so far away.
Reaching back, holding the hands of time.
Gazing deep into its eyes for the faintest sign
Of when I was still alive.
Of when I even died.
Guess I developed a crush
Because now I miss it too much.
Am I truly out of my head
For demanding back what's dead?
Or am I the adventurer for willing to travel far away
For the heart of what the wanderers call "better days"?
Oh, what do you know?
Indulging in your ignorance,
Searching for your innocence.
You're the one that went outside and got cold.
You're just getting old.
Now those travels are making you impotent.
If those escaping legs were more diligent
You'd know memory lane wasn't the route to go.
My eye-Was a seeker.My eye-1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My eye was a dying moth
My eye was a dreamer.
My eye was a Greek
tragedy; a wish; a curse,
a jealous Goddess, a great Hero.
My eye had a glowing light
My eye was a shroud
But it sought my every desire
My eye believed in love and virtue. My eye drove the lust. My eye was a hummingbird.
My eye pushed the doubt away.
My eye pushed a wish,
A Dream, a Hope, an old fantasy.
With a cracked telescope, a star, a vision.
My eye pushed my limit every day; it was a door. My eye
Was mercurial. It was shut, a little shaky: blink blink blink. It blinded me. It blinded me not.
It flickers and hurls beautiful lies.
Has cast away. Gave away.
My eye was donné. My eye
Was a golden feather. Taught me to lie. Because of it, I heard thoughts in the sorrow. Because of it I used tomorrow. Because of it, I look into burrows.
Because of my eye I know how to lock the door; don't own a key
Because of my eye, I have no use for masks. Because of my eye, I hunger for my own canvas of beauty.
Calling the UnknownDrunk white snow passed out on the groundCalling the Unknown1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Finally blacked out of the darkness and came around.
Melting away, never to stay.
Felt that cold surge through the throat.
Sober black ash passed away with the wind,
Finally whitening up and calling these blue miseries twin.
Thought the fires hurting us would be more red.
Feeling that burn surge through the heart.
To all the smartphones trying to call the unknown,
Landlines to us recieve no dial tone.
Inside me, as i am inside you.Bennem, ahogy benned vagyokInside me, as i am inside you.1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Furcsa érzés most így lennem,
Világ hangja szól most bennem.
Látva alvó szép csodáit,
szívemhez szól, könnyel fájdít.
Szék árnyéka parton reggel,
Pólya mélyén puha testtel,
Buborékot fújva nyáron,
Kéz a kézben, száj a szájon.
Annyi minden, bennük én is,
éjben-járó szörnyű tézis.
Vágyva egymást, jelre várva
Sok gyenge hull egyre-másra.
"Változz hát és tanulj látni!"
Ezt szeretném kiabálni.
Szól a szám, de hangom remeg.
Gyenge vagyok, nyújtsd hát kezed!
Ember vagyok, sárból lélek,
Oly szép csak, mint amivé lett.
Irigylem a sok csodádat,
mérhetetlen ahogy árad.
Milyen ember az ki irígy?
Rosszul érző beteg mirigy.
Létnyi voltom körbevontad,
My ComfortToo many times, I’ve broken apartMy Comfort1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lost in despair, hope fades like dead stars
But then I look up to my Source of Strength
And I know that He’s not far
Life is a battle, but why be afraid?
There’s no reason to fear the grave
Still, I struggle to see through the end
Trials come like a tidal wave
I’m not alone
His Spirit is with me
My faith will stand
I believe in what I can’t see
I will cling to His promises forever
He searches my heart and knows who I am
He understands me in ways no one else can
He loves me
I love Him
He lifts me up
The Love of my life
In Him I will trust
Reach out and take my handI see that you are wrapped in painReach out and take my hand1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my heart aches from your agony
of what is tormenting you insane
I want to remove from your path, stone and thorny
Please reach out and take my hand
let me shoulder some of your burden sore
Let me speak words of comfort and do not ban
to show you how to heal your soul that's tore
I am not perfect and so I will not preach
but I do with all my heart care for you
there's a hopeful, and beautiful future I teach
my gift of words are pure, and true
There is hope, there is life, there is love
There is a place of joy and sunshine
Have faith, have patience, troubles can be solve
You can have happiness and hear words that are kind
by Kim (Lamberth) Schirmer
A place, a homeWhen the sun has fallen against the shades of blueA place, a home1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and the time for reflection is at hand
My prayers of thanks go out before the Lord
for the days events upon the land
I am searching for a place, a home
When I gather to listen to words of wisdom and encouragement
among my fellow kind whenever opens the door
and learn how to follow the path of righteousness
So many lessons to better myself, I cannot ignore
I am seeking a place, a home
Someday, when I am gathered among those who have gone before
I would hope that I strayed not away from the light
To rest forever at the feet of my Lord
In the land, where singing never end and there is no night
I finally am at home
by Kim J. (Lamberth) Schirmer
ColdIt would be nice to have some heated milkCold1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So I could feel something warm.
Think of it as shelter from that cold, cold storm.
Meteorites playing as bits of hail can't act like silk.
Pondering under the umbrella of a branch if they're forlorn.
Now naked under their sky,
Clothed by how soon they say goodbye.
Feeling death and not reborn.
Twilight's SonnetAs sun sets and moon rises is twilightTwilight's Sonnet1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Letting heaven that is hell learn and gain
To explore self identity and brain
Moving darkness and creating rife light
Force pure, yet infected, with titan's might
Watering crops with gentle swimming rain
Numbing the voidness of suffering pain
Never far, nor near always within sight
Shadows and views aglow; both featured day
Dead awakens at time, during this dim
Predator seeking fruitful sick prey
Lusting flesh, victim's mental phantom limb
Wanting to know false desire of true slay
Dancing on cliff of insanity' rim