Forgive My Idyll Thinking

I.

Haven't you seen me glad
Have I not consistently imparted my optimism
Has not my epitaph been engraved in your heart
Still my belief in you will never wane

II.

You dared cast your glance upon me
In that instant, for me, a reawakening
My renunciation of solidarity notwithstanding
Suddenly, across my minds eye, a tableau of fervent expressions

III.

How could it have been, my conscious perceiving, allured by perfidious notions
Having bid farewell to somber transgressions
Ours was to be a sacred dance, triumphant
Perhaps swinging too far on the pendulum I had remained

IV.

To flames kindled with ambiguity, normally I have an aversion
Fault my foresight, saw what I wanted to see, the end of separation
Amidst this trice we’ve shared, this chance, the love of my hope emerged
What fate shall grant us, I am amenable unto


Rory

©rj2012


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Alley Of Maladies

In close proximity
…to the center, symbolic of wealth and prosperity
Lights at the end of a dark alley
Illuminate the shadows of  lost souls

Rancor
Duplicity
Libido’s conjoin in anonymity

This, a corridor amenable to the last bastion of
…human dignity

Life, having become a living hell
…and thus, their best laid plans had been shelved
In favor of…
                    …deals that could only made with the devil

Mayhem
Revulsion
Spirits traumatized perpetually

This is where the deranged and the heartless troll

Rory


©rj2012


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Empathetic Fortuity

(a tanka)

a lonely night spent
on the unforgiving streets
cold was the night air
each passing moment unclear
appeased by simple comforts

Rory

©rj2012

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Don't Let Me Fall

Piano in the background
As rare winter rain dance upon the windowpane
The rhythm sways me
…but my thoughts within, grounds me to a harsh reality
 
Once again I spread my wings to fly
Only to be plucked from the sky
I'm done with wondering ''why''
Never the one for tears
Sweet red wine become a metallic stain
…as the winter wind mingles with it's friend the rain.
 
A smile playing on painted lips
…as this moment will never be again
Ironic how we find our friend solitude
Hanging around on days that should be shared.
 
This is when I would place my head on your shoulders
This is the moment where you take my hand in yours
This is where my lips would softly caress yours...
This is the moment where you would tell me
...you will never let me fall...
 
Instead…this is the moment where silence lulls a sad soul
Reality strokes his cold hand across my cheek
Daring me to speak
Mocking my blindness as ignorance
 
The piano has drowned out all sound
Suffocating every thought of wonderment
The rain dances no more
…but the wind still whispers soothingly as night falls...

A smile plays on painted lips
As remembrance embraces the fragments of a lost heart
Wondering if the dreamer in you will ever truly fly
Wondering if you truly heard the words
…when I whispered to you,  ''I won't ever let you fall...''

Pauline Roux

©paulineroux2012

Litttle Flower

(haiku)

from the book Spirit, Rhythms, Words

bold yet delicate
most enchanting it’s aura
poetry in bloom

Rory


©rj2011

Whispers In The Dark

Synthesizers were playing from the moon at night
Mirrored paths with never ending light
Electric jukeboxes that glitter but are not gold
So goes the story as she watches it unfold

She was living underwater when her world started to drown
She then quoted virgin scripture to remove the blood face clown
Acrylic and Le Clair were the only ones who lasted till the end
Our lost girl was swimming in the attic and her mind started to bend

Whispers in the dark, whispers that spark
I saw that green monster’s broken remark
Whispers in the dark, whispers that spark
I saw you in the pool naked with doubt

Christians and vampires were walking hand in hand
The Prince of silver bullets was singing in the band
Strobe lights and philosophy were all being used
I was smoking red absinthe just to stay amused
Voiceless lovers and strangers playing in the sky
Tall black boots wiggle spy and sigh
Messages were stalking all the things she said
The green eyed monster wanted the witches blood bled

Whispers in the dark, whispers that spark
I saw that green monster’s broken remark
Whispers in the dark, whispers that spark
I saw you in the pool naked with doubt

( fade out )

©Ladyaslan

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Shooting Star

Life begins like a shooting star
It's brilliance so beautiful to see
Stars shine in the sky
As life goes on

But the life of a star is unknown
Like our lives on Earth
The star will burn out
As will we

Oh, but the brilliance
Will be remembered
 

Susanne K. Owens ©2010

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Leap In The light

I looked up
I saw the sky and the tower
I then grasped a piece of the sky
Everything was merging together
I know it was just a dream
That's when I found myself
drifting more and more


It was different this time
he would not reveal himself


I could only see him in a silhouette
He was dressed up like a knight with his armor
He was a shadow within my dreams
we were both on two different parts of the world
I knew he was looking for someone like me
And I was looking for someone like him

That's when I went for a ride
I was going around and around
As I wait for the love of my life
His shield broke
and my sword fell out of my hands


The butterflies were following us from behind
As if they were casting
some kind of magical spell
I went along with it with no fear
I kept on seeing his image
but he never ever revealed himself


It was hard to reach him
but I kept trying
And the butterflies were always there
He looked around I think he was also
afraid to take that leap of faith


The castle was lit
with just enough light to show him the way
He kept on coming forward toward me
as he saw me looking from up above in the castle window
I moved forward as I looked out to the universe
He was still there but to shy to come forward


I knew there has been
some kind of cosmic connection
Time is fragile I said out loud
snow turned into spring
spring turned to summer then to fall


I looked out the window and headed back
And realized sometimes the light of two souls are there
sometimes both souls can be afraid to take the leap
because both souls have been hurt


©2011/Kyrah Barbette L Hale
Dream Catcher

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Raptures Of The Sun

With rushes of red, spray of life,
He throws petals on his dear Wife.
Bringing to life the Orange shade,
While birds awake in trees of jade.

With a copper stage tranquil and vast,
He creates the stage that is to last.
With shimmering shades turning blue,
He is the artist of myriad of hue.

With clouds of white he creates life,
Putting and end to all pain and strife.
Touching her with the greatest pride,
For she hides the Great Sun inside.

Asleep in his huge king like bed,
Listening to everything that is said.
Coming out slowly when it is time,
With chorus and anthems so sublime.

For he holds the key to heart,
Always forever never to part.
Bringing forth life like never before,
While moving to place the music score.

For he played with her running all night,
Teasing and praising but out of  sight.
Holding her hand on the Silver Sand,
While the moon stood vigil looking grand.

Waking silver pathways, diamonds on part,
He begins pulling each dark chorus apart.
Slowly giving rise to the wonderful tune,
That sends them far beyond, over the moon.

For the moon borrows light from the Sun,
Creating shades that enthrall just some.
But when the Sun finally steps out to play,
Its the chorus of life, they call it Break of day.

For he replenishes energy in the still of night,
While holding Nature's Girl in love so tight.
Pouring his rushes and riots of spring,
To nurture and nourish her with life to sing.

For in his chambers her spins her around,
Moving her perfectly on higher ground.
Making her dance each day to just One,
While the Moon just looks on cursing Sun.

For they both Moon Walk when time is right,
Bringing forth enchantment at dead of night.
Cooling and calming the surface around,
With enthralling Harmony in perfect sound.

With cool blowing breeze, with roses for night,
He tickles her pink when the time is just right.
With hidden entreaties that carry love to the One,
He shields her in cloaks of Blue just for the Sun.

While he steps in with chorus of pride,
He doesn't move anywhere till all hide.
For he is the guardian and Keeper of Gate,
Who finally found his true love in twist of fate.

For the Queen of Arts, the Nature's Wife,
Is his greatest and the love of his life.
He sang for her presence with shades of blue,
Then creates Raptures in myriad of hue.

He finally turned around to step off the stage,
That was when he turned asked for hand in marriage.
She was so coy she didn't know what to say,
The reason why the Sun shielded in shades of grey.

For he had waited for his dear Bride to say yes,
While he did in disguises all shades so bless.
She just sat waiting with a tear in her big eye,
Till he finally stepped in and she began to cry.

Holding her close with arms full of rest,
He brought her back gently to upper crest.
For she was shaded with pained tears yet bold,
Worked hard diligently through rushes of gold.

He began playing her till she grew fit and strong,
Giving her the smile she had somewhere to belong.
Providing her with skills that none in world could ask,
He shielded his identity in Moon and Behind Mask.

When the Moon showed movements it couldn't resist,
He began pulling back all shielding for her to subsist.
Slowly pouring it Behind the big Mask,
It was the first of his big task.

He created the image in timeline through shades of gold,
Bringing together each daunting step so bold.
While she sat learning each big move they made,
He did to the whole world a shield so sprayed.

For he brought forth the cover to fend of attack,
And slowly began cleaning her to get back on track.
Thats when he finally revealed his great identity,
He was the soothsayer of love, faith and integrity.

Moving heaven and earth gently for his dear bride,
He did in her beautifully his love so confide.
She smilingly accepted each speck of his band,
And finally revealed his identity as the one so grand.

For he was the Prince who protected heaven and Earth,
Left her in danger while adorning life on the hearth.
Slowly turning back to bring back all the fire,
Taking over completely as her great desire.

For he took over reigns for his Father with pride,
Who didn't his great elation his tears so hide.
For his Son had chosen wisely and brought forth the Sun,
She is Planet Earth, the Great Queen who chose just One.

For the Sun brought forth the beauty and pride,
Which to all eternity never shall hide.
For it has renewed and replenished in resplendent flare,
It was tired and unrequited all because of the dare.

Now it is finally stepping out to show the world see,
Are you all ready to finally accept the One with me.
For she is the girl I have loved and was waiting for,
While I was lamenting how much to endure.

Now with pride on his face he shows of his bride,
With the Rising Sun, he has nothing to hide.
For from the Chambers he releases the glare,
Bringing forth enigma to all Universe everywhere.

He stands there beside her but none can see,
For she looks straight into his eyes and helplessly.
Help me as I step out each morning at break of day,
Shield me from all harm when in shades of grey.

He keeps her happy with the Raptures of the Wind,
As she finally says goodbye to the real act of Fiend.
For they had evoked dark tempests to steal her pride,
While she shook and trembled and far away so hide.

With orders of the Universe now finally in place,
She rises so gently to calm pain neglect pace.
Bringing forth the renewed life that shocks all,
The Creator's Wife has finally risen to her call.

While the shimmering disc now brightens life,
She reflects his blue cloak through all strife.
Bringing forth all the colours riots of spring,
Its time now for the world to stand in sing.

No More Darkness, Eternal Flower you are Pride,
Why did you all this from the Great world hide.
I was in love with One but could not so tell,
Knew the meaning in each song all so well.

With that she takes on the mantle of the Sun,
To be the beauty and the love of just One.
Finally moving life into shades of Green,
Keeping everything perfect and so pristine.

By ©Anisha Lady-Aiyanna Achankunju

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all rights reserved

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Wings Of Hope

She sits with her pen and the pastel paper
Gazing out the window lost in a daydream
Recalling what brought him into her life
Knowing within her heart
Destiny's fate intertwined two lives

Remembering how he touched her soul
Sadness fills her heart . . .
A pearl-et teardrop begins to fall down her cheek
Gently staining the letter she was writing to him
Knowing it would never reach his eyes

She confesses her love . . .
With a tender caress of her pen as it bleeds
Her hands trembling filled with fear and doubt
Yet he already knows her secrets and dreams
Although he is blind to the truth she bares

The words becoming blurred
With each tear that falls
She begins gently folding
Bending with care within each crease
Is her Professed Love . . .

She rises to place it within her cocooned chest
Stumbling; looking at what she holds within her hands
Has become an origami filled with her hearts bleed
Letting the gentle breeze move through her
She steps outside ; sighs

Releasing it into the air with wings of hope
Maybe one day it will reach his heart
Will he read her confessed love ?
Or will it be after she has passed to the other side
Like a letter in a bottle lost at sea

©2012 cherry rose copyright all rights reserved


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Afterglow

Ours is a flawed world, a world of flawed lives made up of millions upon millions of perfect moments.
The pieces don’t always fit, but strip any experience to its component parts and you will find a subtle form of bliss.
A song you haven’t heard since you last had a soul, a dark haired lover spread naked on white sheets, cold beer for a throat dry from ragged breath.
Good things.
A hot bath after a three day binge, washing away the sweat and sin, painted red lips against pale, clean skin, then the room again…scent of sex heavy under the cigarette smoke, and those crisp white sheets, and he…
He is not clean.
Slip between the sheets, quick, the room isn’t cold but this could be a dream…
Flicker of the TV the only light playing over this scene. Settle back, little shy, against the strange yet familiar body beside you, settle in…breath warm on your throat, that old move, arm slipping round you, hand on breast, pulling you back into the gentle, commanding thrust of his hips, commanding…but not urgent.
A promise.
Turn your head…he is only that much taller than you, tilt your chin just a little…
A kiss…no, don’t close your eyes.
Another point of contact.
Don’t think of what came before.
You’re tired now, and hints of dark blue morning are creeping into the room.
Now is the time to close your eyes.
All of this could end with the dawn.

©Starla McCormick


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Flesh Wounds

I remember, once upon a time
when my existence was solely comprised of
…light and consciousness
moving freely amongst the heavens
I looked down upon the earth and became
Africa
from there I had been exported, deported
forcefully incorporated into a system
that tried it’s damnedest to extort
….every ounce of my dignity
found myself enslaved
…and wasn’t standing for it
I became enraged
an enmity had risen within me
discovered that somehow I had became
…my own worst enemy
society had my number
eight-five-five-five-zero-three
(committed to memory)
thought they had a snitch
quite amusing how they got it all twisted
especially considering how many times
…I came so close to putting someone six feet under
finally I stood out in the wind
quieted my mind and took the time to listen
I was advised to not use weapons of fear
instead , was urged to wield my pen
that if I would be patient
I could rest assured  that one day
my words would be heard
still, I kept hearing noises
…and some strange voices
growing ever so tired of (constantly) being deceived
…of making bad choices, of ingesting earthly poison
had to reach….but I didn’t dare reach out
(as no one would listen)
so I reached deep within
…and managed to summon the strength
now my life is all about redemption
while Truth serves as my stipend
living within strife
…was not a good way for each new day to arrive
particularly after I came back to remembrance
that there is much more, than this life
forgotten now, about the matters of the flesh
I once so diligently pursued
the scars they left behind were merely
…flesh wounds

Rory

©rj2012


*inspiration to write this piece was drawn from my friend and colleague Amy Wood
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Synchronous Envisage

When a man takes the time to consider the idealization of atmospheric motion
Especially focusing on the behavior of one isolated parcel
Acknowledging it's ease of fluctuations on both the vertical and horizontal planes
It's density and intensity
How It may react when subjected to forces acting on it as well as against it
He thus begins to obtain a qualitative understanding and interpretation
Which moves him forward to the visualization
...of establishing a harmonic union with such motion
Leading him to consider the addition of other variables to the equation
Such as the infusion of certain material derivatives
Which would affect change in acceleration and velocity
After establishing spatial compatibility
He must be aware of sustaining a balanced friction force
...that will adapt with the temporal changes in pressures gradients
Thus allowing a union that has arrived at a dynamic equilibrium with the parcel

Rory

©rj2012



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Love Me Some You

(spoken lyrics)

(open)

As I walk along the shore and look out into the vastness of the sea. Listening intently upon my heart, as it responds to the urgings of the ocean winds. I started thinking about how love is, or at least should be, all encompassing. Yet, many people try to quantify it. Then I thought of how so many people come into and touch our lives. Don't we find ourselves loving each of them a certain way?

(verse 1)

Thinking of you
Living for you
Praying for you
Smiling at you
Laughing with you
Believing in you
Everything you feel
…I feel it too
Cried over you
Funny how so many things...
...reminds me of you
What would I do
…if there wasn't a you
I may have already been dead
...had it not for you
Whatever I have...
…I will share it to you
If need be
...I would even kill for you
For you, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do
You're happiness, I will always see to
Simply because
I love me some you

(verse 2)

I Love you enough to argue with you
Look you in the eyes and tell you the truth
Realize when I’m wrong
…and seek forgiveness from you
Give you your space
…and let you do what you do
Even on those days
…when I got to have me some you
Remember when we sat all night
…and starred at the moon
Never uttering a word
…because we already knew
Whether you’re near me or not
…with your spirit I'm always attuned
Thinking of you
Living for you
Praying for you
Smiling at you
Laughing with you
Believing in you
Everything you feel
…I feel it too
Thankful for you
You're happiness, I will always see to
Simply because
I love me some you

Rory

©rj2012



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