Blossom Sol, 14 january 2013
Let us co-operate
in wishful glances
that prance like angelic
once to have been images
profillic to the imagination
this incantation
tinned like roaches stuck
to unfathomed ground
your heaven is lost
and your hell is to be found
and the state you resonate
is the one I love most
but don't boast old friend
for since time began
it never began at all
and do you remember
when we were not short
but tall?
do you remember when the trees had names?
the old classics were the future
and the gods had no fame?
the shame, the shame,
are we now lost?
like ghosts in haunted memories
our legends are tossed
but we flew to remember
our mission to love
to all of our familiy
to please those above
Amore amore amore le gadour cheque
si lement que esta la morte e opique
my tongues to the triangle
unreachable to the keyboard
unreachable to you
my night my day
my love my hate
my everything that these
so called philosophers
love to contemplate.
Blossom Sol, 14 january 2013
my sweet thoughts tasting your lips
in visions I ban from reality
yet here you are asking me
to dance in your insanity
so tell me your secrets
whisper them into my hollow ears
that trinkle gold
into your deep red eyes
no suprise of lies
with no words to be said
creep around my shadow
as you bury your self into my head
quick witted dry humour
you have none
yet leave me on deaths watch
under your nobelest gun
oh bring me to you
make it occur
let me taste your problems
let my eyesight blur
and i'll tell you what you want to know
I'll let your hearing bleed to my blood
inside the deepest of earth
shall we invest in a planetary seed
on the saint of fools mud.
Satish Verma, 13 january 2013
What is the thing of poverty,
of frozen pain,
fury under the snow,
between fire and rain?
You come on the surface
to breathe, douse with petrol
and show off a flame. A slum of emotions
burns with rage.
The masses in the garden
play with a fountain. The screams
bloom into a scam. A dead blue peace,
except the tears obscene.
I am in fear. The pillow was used
to choke the enemy.The ripples were
spreading. Wheels were broken. A child
in a womb cries.
Satish Verma
louis gander, 13 january 2013
Erasure dust was scattered 'round
my make-shift desk where I was found,
inside my garden court serene,
behind a stand of evergreen.
I should have guessed. I should have known,
mistakes I made were all my own.
I wrote too fast and wrote too long
when pencil slid on paper wrong.
Could all God's people understand?
I tried to move my shaking hand.
To reach lost souls is very tough...
Oh Lord, are these words good enough?
No, back and forth erasure moves,
erasing sins that pencil proved,
that sin's mistakes can ruin lives.
They make a mess as death connives.
And next to rose that set on desk,
erasure dust is so grotesque.
Confused, I was, and ill at ease,
at makeshift desk behind the trees.
The perfect roses, red and pink,
had really made me stop to think.
But if I quit, then life grows still -
so write, I do, and always will.
Though God forgives, the pain remains.
Distracting wrongs bring mental strains.
They bring us pain, great guilt and strife,
but God brings breath, forgiveness, life.
Oh, our mistakes will sometimes be,
yet grace through faith will set us free.
When God brings forth a stiff wind gust
and blows away erasure dust.
©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Ephesians 2:8
For by grace you have been saved through faith;
and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God;
Blossom Sol, 13 january 2013
I've seen how they operate,
those old-school-playground-playing worshippers
of lost empty dreams
which symbol shall we draw today?
Oh it's oh so confusing
this picture they are abusing
to make us worthless ones think
It's impossible to the brink
of self discovery
They laugh and they laugh and they laugh
It's not confusing at all
It's not about how big is this triangle
or how the star of david is too small
No! It's nothing of the sort
So put down your sorcerer wands
it's time for magic books to abort
Lets just close our eyes
and listen
to humming bygones of druid monastries
oh england
How fertile your ground
It seduces
me to the point my lust can not be found
as it changes direction
like the wind you breathe
sucking at my neck
this idea you want me to concieve
But alas you say I'm a needle in the haye
looking around aimlessly
in another grey day
no hopes and dreams
too fearful of karma
Can't bare to face reality
can't deal with humanities drama
And so I lay dead
in an undying world
watching each day pass
through once clean looking glass
An empty shadow of an empty world
What have we become, my fair maiden of old?
Where was our master, when this part of the story was told?
For I must of missed out,
this purgatory I was due
Or I wouldn't of agreed
to be forever so blue.
Yet our life is but over,
it's true, so true.
Blossom Sol, 13 january 2013
Dagger night in sight of anticipant cats
that crawl through broken dreams, it seems
deplorable
that one might write such observations,
may I ask - which one of you is here tonight
to enjoy the wonder of the woman in sight?
Her pale opal beauty in all natures wonder
to leave an open casket of fairytales
in the gods ungrateful slunder
Oh sleep well, young prince
to songs of your mothers lips
that caress you with desperate security
Please don't blasphemise my words
Please don't think I am unkind
For you will find,
that I,
I do not teach, I do not sing
I have nothing but unkept morals
to leave and to bring
And one day you might approach me
under my angels wing
speaking of your ways
in an un-heard of ancient hymn
And you will ask
Why did I go?
For I left you here, with nothing to show.
In which I will say nothing
yet shall kiss you on your hand
and watch your butterfly technique
wish you away into the sand
For you are the golden grain
that keeps us all alive
I knew it would always be you
that would be the only one to survive.
Sycamore sycamore, silk and no more, skies.
Blossom Sol, 13 january 2013
Your morbid hues of rose coloured love
eagerly participates in my nonchanlant moods
that swing from post to post
of your step by step love affair
No care! no care!
You sweep my broken floor
with your empty promises
of sweet returns
I'm your bruised atrocity
your broken whore
I'm your unkept muse
your secret divinity
Your brushed swept liar
your cheating provinity
PROFANITY!
How dare you write such uncalled for obscenties
as from your bed
such dreams lap in your sweet ears
my sweet love
I dream of you in curly leaves
of tree like hair
your pretty smile
in your underground lair
Do you speak of fortune?
Of grace and hope?
I pronounce you with courage
and set you free from loves rope
And sing to your provinces
of countries for eyes!
For, for all of the humans I have encountered
you have swept my memory the most with goodbyes
To say hello again and again
as I fill your body with the life force of yen
And sweetly kiss your nudity galore
For you will forever be the wave, to my galliant shore.
Angel Dougan, 12 january 2013
Why daddy?
Why'd you go?
Can't you tell me
And let me know?
Where are you now
In Heaven or Hell?
I want you home
Where you still belong
I try to hold back my tears
But knowing you are gone
Get harder through the days
Why daddy?
Angel Dougan, 12 january 2013
When I am gone
Lay me dow on a bed of roses
Please don't cry
I'll be with dad at dawn
When I am gone
Plant roses by my grave
And pleases don't cry
Your tears please save
When I am gone
Please don't cry
Just remember
It was my time to go
I'll watch over you at night
And all throughout the day
Until you once again
Come my way
Angel Dougan, 12 january 2013
I thought today
About the times we had
And the ones you'll miss
Where'd you go dad?
Why aren't you here?
I try to smile
But all I have is tears
Why aren't you here
You won't be here
To walk me down the aisle
Or play with your grandhildren
If only for a short while
If only Heaven
Weren't so far away
I'd come for a week
Screw just a day
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