SamhainA cheshire smile made of moonlightSamhain1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sound of bones beating the drums
The hiss of the winds in the willows
The fading light of the weakening sun
The wail of the ghosts of the Fallen
The wail of the Goddess who mourns
The wail of the Horned One who's offered
Merge with the call of the Wild Hunt's horn
Jack o lantern lights flicker in darkness
The smell of rotting leaves fill the night
The veil is torn all asunder
Giving glances and glimpses of Sight
The dead and the gone walk among us
Those who we honour and grieve
We revel in the grace of the darkness
During this All Hallowed Eve
DFC VI. Cinq-Cinquain: AliveTakenDFC VI. Cinq-Cinquain: Alive1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Against my will
Fraught with fear and driven
Like knives at a fist fight: my heart
Into blue skies
Linen, cotton, woolen
CulminationWhenCulmination1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and see the culmination of my eyes,
the death and dearth of words will seize my tongue;
my only crown
One Becomes TwoOh, darkest power in hidden place,One Becomes Two2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh, brightest light in shining space,
Review your terms of balance here
And let this troubled soul draw near,
To gaze the point of separation,
But do not raise their expectations.
May he as one, become two souls.
Let yin and yang present their goals,
Of what in life they want to live,
What they will take, what they will give.
Let good and evil face each other,
So that their soul becomes a lover,
Of pure intensions and solemn oaths,
So that their heart may never boast,
Let heart and mind now concentrate,
Be judged, stay pure, and separate.
God Has Welcomed You, Paul WalkerAs a fan, my heartfelt condolences goes outGod Has Welcomed You, Paul Walker2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to others as by your passing they are in despair
for you are another compassionate humanitarian lost
but now in the loving hands of God's care
You teased and inspired each and everyone of us
with the parts that you so brilliantly played
in so many movies and television commercials
you were handsome and always came to our aid
It doesn't need to be said The Fast and Furious won't be
same without you here, to share the chemistry with the whole cast
It's beyond words, the ability to explain the sorrow of knowing
that your Character, Brian O'Connor won't forever last
We must now say goodbye to a man with a good heart
while knowing some of us will cry and even deny
that you have been set free in the universe
to watch over your daughter and see her potential fly
And we will continue to carry on for that's what you'd want
while remembering God has welcomed you, Paul Walker in Heaven above
by adding you and your friend to the brightly shining stars
For Unto Us a Child is BornO Zebulun and Naphtali, who languished in the darkest night,For Unto Us a Child is Born2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In Galilee the tides sing change, the waves reflect a newborn light,
A flash to pierce the hosts of sin, and gleam triumphant in the fight:
Come Father, Prince, and Paraclete! Come Mighty God and be as sight!
mantra.Sometimes I need to kick off my shoesmantra.3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To become grounded
And pull apart my facade
To bring myself peace.
To become grounded,
I envelope my soul
To bring myself peace
In order to remind myself who I am.
I envelope my soul
and pull apart my facade.
In order to remind myself who I am
Sometimes I need to kick off my shoes.
Desert SeraphCover me in fabric blue,Desert Seraph3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
conceal me in halo hue
like an angel of the sand
watching o'er Noel's land.
And when the flutes start to play
among the cups of molded clay,
let me dance for all to see
the beauty of His majesty -
Child so young, yet oh so bold
reminiscing tales of old,
with humble heart deep within
her starry eyes and gleaming skin.
Let the sweet rebirth begin,
while the world is free of sin.
LegacyI want to leave a legacyLegacy4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My time will come
When you looked upon the sky
Your eyes reflected the dawning stars
And knew the beating in your chest
Do you understand your heart,
Or pause your first step?
I want to be great
My time will come
When stealing a moment with her and
Your hands are woven dovetailed
And knew once again you found forever
Do you rely on secret love,
Or rescue her with honest words?
I want to be brave
My time will come
When below you a son seeks warmth
Your ears filled with unrequited calls
And knew time was most spent away
Do you clench every tear that falls?
Or feign ungrateful dismay?
I want to be present
My time will come
When your fellow man walks in shadow
Your soul deterred by your own fight
And have few gifts to show mercy
Do you teach him to step into the light?
Or wish only for victory?
I want to be noteworthy
My time will come
When lying in your bed
Your feet no longer on a journey
And knew sweet rest was upon you
Do you recall moving mountains,
Or did you
Starry NightIf IStarry Night4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
could see the depth
to which your heart extends,
how could I fail to fall in love
that pierces soul
and spirit into shards,
You forged it from your breath into
of utter saving grace,
and awed I gaze up to the sky,
nights I call to
memory, and all the
world was gleaming, glimmering in
recall that night,
I fear no more the day.
With hand in hand we walk, just me
DFC 6: Lost and FoundHold firm,DFC 6: Lost and Found5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the belief,
That you shall be saved,
Then bear witness to tragedies,
Its warm caress,
Covet its touch and know
Total strength and dire weakness,
Is all you know,
Let it hold you closely,
Chilling your bones. Your fingertips
Is not the same
As faith in a world,
Both separate and all amongst us,
In the notions
Of this amazing world,
The Universe will embrace you,
DFC 5: The Slow Decline of InnocenceThese thoughts are looping through my mind,DFC 5: The Slow Decline of Innocence5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No answers can they seek,
For problems of the mental kind,
Leave me battered – weak!
A moment’s breath can bear no peace,
There is no sudden strong release,
A moment’s breath,
A moment’s breath,
The madness in me will not cease!
Dare not to clutch at fairy tales,
They always end in tears,
True love in stories always fails,
As people grasp at fears,
No one can see the pain that seeps,
Where consciousness gives way to sleep,
No one can see,
No one can see,
Cacophonies a person weeps.
‘Where do nightmares hide?’, they say,
In places blackened – dead!
Where hope and faith are miles away,
These demons rest their head,
No need to cry, young child of mine,
Your life is safe; you will be fine,
No need to cry,
No need to cry,
For on thine purity we’ll dine.
DFC 4: AppearancesJesters jeer as liars leer,DFC 4: Appearances5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Frightening for the ones who fear,
Be bold but bury deep,
The wisdom wrought where wonders weep,
Hearts hold hope to hear,
Sounds of slyness, softly sleep,
All is not as it appears.
0.3 Guiado por Duke llego a una Isla donde vio una0.3 Guiado por Duke llegó a una Isla donde vio una luz0.3 Guiado por Duke llego a una Isla donde vio una5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Vi entonces, una pequeña luz a lo lejos
Corrí y corrí hacia ella lleno de esperanzas
Tropecé hartas veces en suelos disparejos
Me decía en mi mente; persevera y alcanza
Aunque esa luz siquiera distante a mis ojos.
No había visto luz alguna en mucho rato
Y ahora tintineaba alegre al otro lado
Mi corazón excitado, brincaba muy alto
En mi pecho ardía fuerte y desaforado
Se transformaría este en un nuevo momento.
Ya golpeado, con mis ropas rotas y sucio
Llegue arrastrándome hasta aquella iluminación
Al límite físico y mental del cansancio
Flotando ahí encontré una terrible decepción;
Ni faro, ni fuego, era luz en el espacio.
0.1 Un poema sobre un barco0.1 Un poema sobre un barco0.1 Un poema sobre un barco5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Detente y quema las naves
La voz dentro de mi cabeza
En tonos ásperos y graves.
Repite en un eco de pereza
Detente ahora y quema las naves.
El faro que alumbró mi puerto
Perdió su luz en la tormenta.
Ahora viajo en un rumbo incierto
Que tiene mi mente despierta.
Y el cargamento que transporto
Aunque son dulces licores
Ya no llegaran a su puerto
Y en mi lengua son sinsabores.
Oh desdicha del mar oscuro
Cuan lejos estoy en este lugar.
Si quemo mi barco espero
Por un segundo mirar mi hogar.
Kik Bedun-e Sagکیک بدون سگKik Bedun-e Sag1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
گر هیچ سگ نه اینجاست
چرا نفوس کیــــــک داره
هوا هیچ ابر نـــــــــــداره
چرا مه الود اســــــــــــت
گر زنبور اینجا نـــــپریده
چــــــــرا هوا وزوز داره
BloodBreathe in deep and hold your ground,Blood1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
take the quiet – there is no sound.
Choke the clatter and let it drown,
breathe in deep and hold it there,
and know your feelings come unbound.
It washes with you like a flood,
brings you up on ghostly wings!
Your heart, it beats to the Gallow-God’s drum,
your mind it flies in the blackest eye.
Scream a scream of health and kenning,
your soul shakes in your chest and coos to be free.
You are the world in which you live,
the soul in which gods breathe their first and last,
you are the ship in which the times have sailed,
and you are the barrow in which Wyrd makes merry.
See the flesh upon your bone,
like Sky stretched over Earth,
feel the blood beneath the sheath.
Lines like rivers throb within pale skin,
and below your ground there runs the reddening stream.
Life laughs within you,
for you are your yesterdays,
and you are your morrows,
the lie is in the now
for the Norn’s thread is ever spinning,
and you with it are carried like t
Letter to the FiveTo five of you whose travels crossed with mine:Letter to the Five1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I miss you with a brother's love that time
Could hardly wear away. Though half a year
Has passed, I took from Paul and held you dear
In interceding often for your faith.
I trust both peace and growth have taken place
As proof of faithfulness: He heard my plea
And gave you grace far more than we can see.
I write this to you now as I have prayed,
Convicted by the Spirit, I was swayed
To give you words to take into your heart,
Two exhortations I should now impart.
The first, to seek to prove your faith is real
And genuine, to never lag in zeal.
In trials and in living day to day,
Prioritize his straight and narrow way.
Please recognize that those He holds in love
He (all the more) will strive to truly prove
A faithful heart, a humble, forthright soul.
Adding to his mind is not the goal,
(For what is there the Father does not know
Or darkness that His light could never show?)
But realize the proof's for us, we're thick
At times, forgetting th
Self-predeterminedA portal to past has openedSelf-predetermined2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A sort of opposite to a tunnel
A parallel dimension, a channel
Through which messages vent
A word about you
A word about me
A word of truth
The honest truth
The hidden truth
The defect to the enemy
Dead forever to see
Fixed for eternity
A found identity
A lost security
After LifeAfter life (Ballad)After Life2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Continuous gentle falling,
Calm velvety feeling,
Fine voices from around calling,
Darkness seemingly everywhere,
Warm and well comforting,
Loss of every thought and care,
Echo of a soft ring.
But when the darkness turns sharp and bright,
The velvet feels wetter,
Space will seem rather strange and tight,
Would leaving be better?
The voices have become so loud,
As if in a giant storm cloud,
Yet, you’ll hear people sing.
Glass PrismMy spectrum of self expression is not captured in a portrait of black and white.Glass Prism2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My artistic talent are received from One source of pure light.
Passing through me like a glass prism, expressing them in diversity of colors in my life.
Christ is my muse,
But in this life I will reflect His image like a polished piece of metal.
Not perfectly clear like a glass mirror,
because their are shades of gray in my vinear.
My spectrum of self expression is not captured in a portrait of black and white.
One day I will step into the presence of the source of pure light.
His spectrum of glory will blot out the existence of black and white.
My impurity will be berried in my grave,
I will enter His glory resurrected in the perfect image of Christ.
In that day my spectrum of artistic talent will be perfected through One Source Of light.
I can't wait,
Because My spectrum of self expression is not captured in a portrait of black and white.
Written by S
Mejor motivo para cumplir sueniosNo hay nada por lo que capitularMejor motivo para cumplir suenios2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
mejor motivo para cumplir sueños
olvida separar con tanto celo
mundo onírico de realidad
Esta es la auténtica verdad que habita
en ese vendaval que es el misterio
que tanto golpea tu mundo interno
y que la mente viva solicita
Se puede ver la energía
que con cada paso muestra
la pasión que te engalana
con tan fogosa ironía
Deja ya de maldecir
tus sueños inacabados
con un poco de soberbia
aun los puedes conseguir
Escribo esto porque creo en los sueños
mejor motivo para perseguirlos
de las derrotas habiendo aprendido
creo en esos que cumplimos despiertos
Sin duda la magia verdades cuenta
y los secretos son los semilleros
de los mil deseos y desesperos
que a los corazones inquietos tientan