Heaven Is Not a DemocracyHeaven Is Not a Democracy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It has been said that there are two forces governing over this universe: those of "good" and those of "evil". Both are necessarily in direct opposition to one another, yet this is not to say that one is absolutely right and the other absolutely wrong. Thus great care should be taken, when examining both sides of ANY tale for the forces of "good" have often been known to blind the eye far worse than the lulling comforts of the darkness ever could.
High above the physical planes of Earth, amidst the brightest of stars, exists a celestial dome called Heaven which houses legions of Archangels and is permanent sanctuary for the self proclaimed deity Jehovah. In foundation the dome is sustained only by the softest, most divine array of primarily feathery white clouds which change color sporadically. For its walls there grew miraculously spectacular twisting vines of ivy that interwove lotus flowers that were adorned in periwinkle and lavender. Brilliant globes of light illuminated down from
DaffodilsDaffodils3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils.
A solitary path I claimed
In seeking shelter from the crowd;
And lo, when all deserted me,
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I sought the green and grassy knolls
Between the rustic barns and mills,
And spied the new winged, dappled lark
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
The silent majesty of thoughts
Was broken as I dreamed aloud.
I was wrested from my reverie
When all at once I saw a crowd
This treasure grows and rests upon
the fertile soil where river spills
I'll rest my weary bones within
A host of golden daffodils.
My sunshineMy sunshine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
A POEM ON MY BUD IN A KILTHERE IS A FUNNY LITTLE POEM I WROTE IN RESPONSE TO MY DA BUDDYS PHOTO OF HIMSELF IN A KILT AT A KOREAN WEDDING:A POEM ON MY BUD IN A KILT7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My DA buddy Wrong State wrote the following reply to my comment expressing
Interest in a photo of him in a kilt, standing next to his US army assistant (Katusa) at a Korean wedding:
yeah it is kinda funny, I didn't hear the comments made till after my buddy (the groom) told me all the nurses were wondering about me... Koreans are not used to Kilts and the guy next to me is my assistant.
Kool... Koreans are not used to Kilts... sounds like a good beginning for a poem. How about?...
"Koreans are not used to Kilts"
I heard my Katusa say.
I watched the nurses stare and gawke
and walked the other way.
But what SHOULD one wear
to the wedding of
a Korean buddy and friend?
To honor his culture from my own
was my goal in the end.
So the kilt I wore
with pride and a s
DARK: OneBelow, the water seethed.DARK: One8 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Icy and treacherous, I could already feel its paralyzing sting, though I had yet to make my final plunge. Around me, snow swirled wildly in the winter wind. I admit, if I were not blinded by the snow and the darkness of the late hour, I wouldnt have had the courage for such a feat. I leaned over the slick railing of the bridge and vomited. Terror? Vodka? Who could say? And what did it matter? No one but me would remember this last act, so symbolic of the frail human condition. My body ached from the cold. I was gloveless and my leather jacket was worn thin. I lay my head against the railing, and the tears that ran down my wind-burned cheeks fused me with the metal.
I considered this momentarily.
I would love to be a bridge. I would love to have a purpose so certain and so clear. I would love to be taken care of, to have my needs carefully addressed by a team of professionals- architects, welders, urban planners. When I was no longer useful, I would be ob
HaikuLife's a CatalystHaiku11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm a Chameleon
The Soul Mate Initiative, part 2***The Soul Mate Initiative, part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nine o'clock hits and I return to my room practically in tears. I have spent the entire day walking avenues of bookstores, record exchanges, and coffee shops, going to all the versions of haunts Jack and I frequent at home, and I didn't see him once. Now I'm going to a party that he might not even be at either. It's true that Elliot will probably make him go, but he'll spend the whole night hiding on the ship. I'm tired and upset and the last thing I want to do is go to the party and fail again. My three days are almost halfway up, and Jack doesn't even know my name yet. It's starting to feel like fate that I can't make any progress beyond a hello or a scattered word. This whole thing is supposed to test to see if we really are soul mates. Jack was able to pass; what if I can't? Something is trying to tell me that if given the opportunity to fall in love again, we wouldn't.
-sleeper-Somewhere deep-sleeper-3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
within me sleeps
that never should be
allowed to waken.
for when it stirs
and shifts location,
it tends to grow
and consume me more.
-Alice and her tangles-with riddle speak an author weaves-Alice and her tangles-3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a logic made within his choosing...
neither wrong, but less than pure
along a path of uncertain motives
Sleepy RamblesWhen I hear your words; I feel so light,Sleepy Rambles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like I'm in a flock of birds, ready to take flight.
And I think of you when I feel sad,
And warmth spreads, and I feel glad.
You are my friend; I talk with you,
You know when I'm upset before I do,
You never tease, you're always kind,
Even if you did, I don't think I'd mind.
Yet; we've yet to meet, I know we will,
And then; I'll be happier still.
Perhaps nervous, as I often am,
But I'd be excited, like a young lamb.
You may see me, and love me too,
But I wouldn't know; it's so new.
I see you, and know your thoughts,
But we only see tiny spots.
We are hidden in a glass screen.
Filtering out whenever we're mean.
It's convenient and lucky, but bad too,
I have only just begun to know you.
You'll read this I'm sure,
But will you understand and be secure,
Or will you be doubtful, ignoring the fact.
Or will you be brave, and think to write me back.
Hall of the Mountain KingAtop the highest hills of goldHall of the Mountain King3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the coldest lands of old
Lies the halls of ancient kings
Where my heart will surely sing
Slowly I soon found my price
Knowing not to roll the dice
Treasure surrounded my greatest pleasure
I lay in wealth of greatest measure
I filled my hands and drank my youth
Dancing in the truth
Until, my luck had trickled down
Into the hard, golden mound
From the chambers a beast arose
Death melodic in its pose
My soul escaped from my heart
And my escape did start
Faster than the speeding lark
Louder did the great beast bark
Till I found the suns domain
Never will I feel the same
After my escape from the hall of the mountain king
WaitingWaitingWaiting3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Dewdrop tears hit the floor;
That is all I see anymore,
My soul is broken; a heart-wrenching scene,
Every tear leaves a silver sheen.
I can't feel happiness,
I'm numb from stress.
I consumes me, and takes hold,
Though I try to keep it controlled,
I feel horrible, and hated,
All my life I waited,
I waited for a bit of care,
Someone to hug me and say, "There-there,"
They'd dry my tears,
End my fears,
They'd love me, and hold me,
Take me to the sea,
We'd spend our days, together,
Our time would flutter like a feather,
We'd stay up late; and chat all night,
And see each other in the new morn light,
We'd laugh and joke, and talk all day,
We'd hug, and hold hands, and act our own way,
We'd be happy, and never let go,
Together; we'd grow,
We'd live together, never alone,
Warm, and loved; it'd be a home,
But that is still a dream; not for me,
I remain, watching my tears drop as I am crying,
It's lonely, and sad, and I wish I'd be free,
Somewhere with true happiness for me.
So here I am
Sasha's Might for TissamendesSasha's MightSasha's Might for Tissamendes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Creeping along darkened night,
The powerful Sasha shows her might.
Black paws and eyes so green,
She's like a puma, light and lean.
Her cries are like jungle cat calls,
As she jumps from her perch upon the walls.
She lands flatfooted, and purrs aloud,
Standing as a statue, beautiful, strong and proud.
When she hungers she attacks her prey,
Maybe a mouse, or screeching blue jay.
And the remnants of her catch become,
A sullied gift for dear ol' mum.
When she thirsts; she takes to the sea,
She laps up the water; although it's salty.
She doesn't care, she's just that tough,
And she struts back home when she's had enough.
She sleeps when she wishes,
Lounging on forgotten dishes,
Napping in fair sun-ray,
Enjoying the lovely weather of May.
If other cats nearby make a fuss,
A quick clip of her claws needs no discuss.
She relaxes again, feeling adored,
Edward may be Queen, but Sasha's the Lord.
Ode to CheeseOde to CheeseOde to Cheese3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mozzarella, Munster, and Monterey Jack,
All are a perfect snack,
Feta, Finn, and Flower Marie,
All new cheeses to the likes of me.
Wigmore, Wellington and Waterloo,
Some like their cheese a moldy blue,
Boursin, Brick, and French Brie,
All so tasty don't you see?
Tala, Teifi, and Tourmalet,
Melted, Solid, in any array,
Kaseri, Kashta, and Knockalara,
Can cheese have any a flaw?
Colby, Comte, and Cottage Cheese,
Never does cheese displease,
Rabacal, Rollot, and Romano,
Too many cheeses to know.
But Cheese oh Cheese, this is your ode,
Let milk curds flow!
Around the world, over 670 different kind,
What cheese is your favorite find?
*This poem was brought to you by Parrisa, and inspired by this quote*
"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." -G.K. Chesterton
Ode to TeaOde to TeaOde to Tea3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tea, tea, a magical drink,
The more you drink, the more you think...
What if I should become a dinosaur,
A Pterodactyl, with a shrieking roar!
But no, that's not a tea type thing,
What if I was the queen, drinking with the king?
Yes, that's better, or an Asian maid,
Sitting in the sunset watching the Sakuras sway.
Or maybe it's three in the morning,
And papa's coffee's gone without warning,
He needs his shot of pure caffeine,
What could be better than that blackened sheen.
Steeped in a vat of boiling H2O,
Ready to get me ready to go,
For morn, noon, evening; all day,
Maybe a bit of lovely Earl Grey,
But I like my tea black as night,
Strong enough to make you cringe in spite,
But maybe I'll add a little honey,
Good for a sore throat and sick tummy,
Or should I be a young lady,
Sitting under a tree, making it shady,
And a little girl princess can drink with me,
A happy party, just we and tea.
Though, sometimes, I want to be alone,
So I might cry, or pout, or even moan,