Ode To A RaindropThe first cool drop of water
Released from the skyward mist
On an autumn afternoon
Traverses my sweaty brow
A welcome kiss of beauty
That small elegant raindrop
With fervent haste foreshadows
A wild tempest soon to come
Quenching the earth of its thirst
After long summer months
The drop rivulets across
The surface of my forehead
And I gaze into the heavens
Each subsequent water drop
Is another baptism
Ode To A PencilLead marks swept across the page,Ode To A Pencil2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forming words, sentences and ideas,
Articulating fundamental truths,
An extension of the voice
That gives a writer strength to bear hardship.
What brutal insanity would prevail
If this was never again utilized?
Written WordChildren of the written wordWritten Word1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You wield in your minds, voices and fingers
The weaponry you need to fight for truth
In your minds, the ideas
In your voices, the ways to speak your minds
In your fingers, the tools to record them
Stand up and shout out for truth
Fight against the tyranny of evil
Don't sit back while darkness spreads its filth
Address the night as it is
And hand out forgiveness where it is due
For words of passion and love will endure
Rise, oh warriors of truth
Narrate all you can, oh storytellers
Be observant and watchful, oh poets
Let your diction be your sword
As children of the written word, be strong
And spread your words like a raging wildfire
Ode To SilenceRemember the songs of silenceOde To Silence2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That have serenaded your life
With unexpected beauty
The moist crawling footsteps of fog
Embracing your whole environs
Caressing each inch of your skin
And not a creature is speaking
The soft soundless flight of the owl
Commands the night with airborne stealth
Each movement of his wings brings forth
Profound verse not meant to be heard
How quiet is the moon tonight
Its light gliding down to the earth
Silently reducing the world
To simple shades of black and white
The vim of the cemetery
Is felt so much more potently
When voices are left without use
And when words cannot be uttered
Oh, the poetry of silence
Have you let it sweeten your life
As an act of worship to God?
Ode To Writer's BlockStaring at the piece of paperOde To Writer's Block2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Without the faintest idea
Of what to write, I sit
In my chair, pencil not moving
Madness gaining another step
I wonder how many mornings
Or perhaps it was evening time
When Frost sat down to write, that he-
Spent staring at the empty page
Clueless about subject matter
Writer's block, such bloody torment
Making a wanker out of me
Always appearing at my door
At a most inconvienant time
What a terrible patron
Ode to BatsThroughout the course of the nightOde to Bats2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When darkness is overwhelming
The bats recite their poetry.
As each verse echoes back to them,
Their understanding of the world
Improves, influencing their movements
And depending on each bats species,
They control insect populations
Or are effective pollinators.
Articulating their subtle verse
And responding to every result,
Ecosystems become healthier.
How elegant are these cornerstones
Of the habitats in which they live.
IntroMy heart beat steady-Intro1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
softly behind my ribs.
The hardest working muscle in my body
and I hardly ever noticed it.
There was an ink-stained sky
swirling like a Van Gogh,
an angry sea raging
ready to swallow me whole.
I didn't bat an eyelash.
It was his hands on my skin,
fingertips haunting every nerve ending
sending my heart
into a cadence that made my chest pound.
My pulse was the snare
and his the kick drum pumping heavy bass.
Weaving a rhythm so simple,
so profound in its effect
UnforgettableFive years of usUnforgettable2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
learning each other,
loving each other,
before we took our vows
and began anew.
Twenty hours of travel
was well worth it.
The paradise we found
in that faraway land
took my breath away.
and a cabin in the rain forest
overlooking a black sand beach.
Our pale skin pinked under the Costa Rican Sun,
the burn soothed under a cloudless sky.
We watched glimmering stars,
brighter in the absence of city lights.
by foreign tongues and familiar arms.
An experience with no parallel.
Taking our commitment
and testing it
making it stronger.
I hiked on slippery rocks
to get to that special place,
to stand underneath that waterfall
To laugh with you,
to take in the wonder of the world
in your company.
To smile just because…
I married you.
For JDBA lot of people talk about when life begins. Some say it begins at conception. Love, however, can begin a long time before that. You can love the idea of a child, the notion, the plans for a future. You can love the dreams and the hopes. Similarly, although a life has a definitive ending, love does not.For JDB2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Even when a child is taken from us far too early the love remains, the traces that they were there remain in our hearts and minds, because love is not tied to a finite space of time. It doesn't know days, weeks, hours. All love knows is the beauty of another being and the pain of the loss of them.
The only comfort we can take from all of this is that if our love for a child is not linked with how long they are alive for, it makes sense that neither is their love for us. That is how love endures, and surrounds us all everyday, and helps us survive the difficult business of living on without them. So today is a day for tears and healing and remembering the spaces in our hearts where those
Skipping Stones.We skip stones across the sandSkipping Stones.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
expecting rings to spread in pre-historic oceans
as Terra Firma recreates itself according to the original blueprints.
We step closer to the brink
for that leap of faith we never dared to take
before the tide swept us off our feet
and carried us beyond the edge of the ancient maps where
“Here be Dragons”
have been etched into the scorched earth like graffiti.
Sentences get too long as we run out of words to form them
speaking with our bodies in a twisted dance
like larvae burrowing into the crust of the earth.
Seeking deeper towards the internal sun
like an imitation of Icarus
digging deeper until the core melts our waxen wings
and we become yet another particle of our own universe.
from ripples of oceans past
and the sand slipping between our fingertips
as we walk on bare feet across the heavens
in search of answers we have yet to form the questions to.
MeltingA single snowflakeMelting2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Lands upon my lower lip
Melting my cold heart
*Warm Summer Night*Echoes from distant footsteps*Warm Summer Night*2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Night draws down it's shade
Shadows cast by street light
Daylight slowly fades.
Lace curtains delicately flutter
Hot night, windows wide
Sleepless murmurs, whispers
Day into night quickly glides.
Luminous light on horizon
Light chases shadows dark
Quiet moments speak volumes
Wait, do you hear the lark?
If I Could DrawIf I could draw, I'd draw the world.If I Could Draw2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd draw abstract with a bunch of swirls.
I'd draw some trees and a small lake.
I'd draw the truth, as well as the fake.
I'd draw my friends and I'd draw me.
I'd draw the details of everything I see.
I'd draw the visions in my head.
I'd draw the dreams from my bed.
I'd let you see the world as I do.
I'd capture what's known by few.
There's just some things words can't show,
Some parts of my head you'll never know.
My drawings are so terribly bad.
Artistic ability, I wish I had.
Second Letter To A Killer WhaleOrca, my dear companionSecond Letter To A Killer Whale2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sunlight shines on my skin
But darkness still surrounds me
Each dreadful moment I spend
In this suburban landscape
Is drowning me in shadow
Suffocating in sorrow
With so very few journeys
Into wilderness of late
Have I forgotten the sound
Of tides pounding the shore
And the taste of salty air?
Killer Whale, I am sinking,
Drowning in my own anguish
Miles away from the ocean
Miles away from elegance
What a tragedy it is
To be drowning on dry land
Will you serenade my soul
And remind me of the depths
Of all the marine wildlife
That have occupied the seas
For millions of years before
Mankind tasted his first breath?
How does the cool water feel
Upon your black and white skin?
How does the sea salt affect
The taste of your sustenance?
How far into the abyss
Have you descended with kin?
Orca, wildest companion,
Remind me of the ocean
I am thirsty for new life
And I strain to hear your voice
Expecting God's poetry
To ebb and flow through your words
ObsoleteObsolete.Obsolete2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Everyone is too wrapped in their own lives to even care about yours.
But what they fail to remember is that this earth is only the first of many floors.
Tears cascade, smiles appear and fade while the universe continues to ignore,
As they impatiently knock and wait outside life's man made divisible door.
So when they become to self involved in the successes of their own cause.
Enters The WaterThe aroma of a recent downpourEnters The Water3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lingers on the air like a charming kiss
Grey clouds still concealing morning sunlight
Songbirds signal the attendance of spring
An otter awakens with empty paunch
And as the river shares its poetry
She enters the water to catch breakfast
And she returns to the shore with a fish
With each bite that she savors, she thanks God
For the opportunity to do so
If I CouldIf I could,If I Could2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd climb over the walls of fate,
pick your days one by one,
make sure they're filled
with happiness and joy.
If I could,
I'd go to the farthest shrine.
The top of the highest mountain,
and steal two clouds out of heaven
only to place them as pillows under your head.
If I could,
I'd fill your bed with rose petals,
break a thousand bottles of perfume,
and offer you a small jar that holds
the scent of earth after the first rain.
It's as simple as such,
my gifts will never be
in the hands of another,
For you're the one I call love.
Ode To A UrinalApproaching the porcelain bowlOde To A Urinal2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pants are unzipped, thing is whipped out,
A stream of yellow is released,
Much to my impatient relief
As I listen to the trickle,
Steady and soft, I slowly sigh.
What pleasant alleviation
Is given by the mere presence
Of the urinal before me,
A huge blessing to men worldwide
The heroes of old.Let the old heroes restThe heroes of old.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath ancient stones
buried in history and dressed in legends.
Let the old kings rise
in marble and gold
for all to see and praise in forgotten stories.
And when time comes
for the legends to breed life
let then the old heroes serve their kings
in ever lasting stories of the golden past.