Sorry I have not been in a while I'm doing a collection series/contest for spring break writing a poem every day for seven days about the things I see or natures wonders if anyone wants to join me tell me in the next day!
And I will be looking for those poems that just stand out!
It's spring again
The once forgotten jewels of nature are
spewing their life forces at me
At an harmless attempt to dance with ribbons brighter than a sunset on Venus it's self
No I can't argue the majestic mystery behind this beauty
But I won't forget what was sacrificed
Beauty and pain protect each other
Every rose has a thorn for its victim
Lured by the seduction
Ignorance is bliss
Love is pure
No speculation necessary
When I first saw them I saw my love
Her skin was soft and delicate balanced with the same color
How could God create her in harmony with nature
I thought as
My heart was pounding
I was lead there after following a golden stream
light from the Sun was just kissing the waters
Then I saw them
A blanket of red and pink scattered in the woods
Butterflies greeted me as I entered
It was a golden path of sunflowers
with walls made of honeycombs
We would dance before I presented her the gift
A noble gesture and finally she asked
Why are you bleeding
The truth escape me at the moment
I didn't know but I leaned for a kiss
I hope you guys enjoyed.
Oscar Wilde included me on this one
It isn't often that the sun refuses to rise.
Lately it seems to need encouragement.
Rising just a little later each day.
And when it is the sole reason that the passing of time is so named.
Everything caters to meet the new requirements.
Disregarding lunar activity.
Heliocentric minds have never felt so embellished.
A chaotic routine indeed.
Favoring those who won the right to stay apexed.
Only when so many fight to stay at the top.
Do all those in the middle lose center.
Compressing the foundation into neat distortions of the past.
Like laughing at irony meant to sting.
Or playing a stringless instrument to a deaf audience.
Captivating all the more.
For beauty lies in the only I that matters.
Whatever goes up, in this world, must also come down
unless it defies nature's law of gravity which is renown.
For anything to rise to a certain height and then have to come down again
depends on the force that initially propels it and how high it attains to then.
in our daily haste to not miss
sales, appointments, buses, flights,
we tend to overlook the world
that gives us all these options
the awe-inspiring heights of our mountains
frightening majest y of our seas
powerful forests breathing life
the elegance of animals
a pleasant view of cultivated land
even the buzzing habitat of cities
we may be only a small part of seven human billions
yet it behooves us well to be aware
the fragile beauty of our world
I make a promise to myself
To avoid the past and think of tomorrow,
In the dusk the world is a bitter reddish hue,
Under this happy sky with people dying in war,
It's just what we need to make certain that
We will "make it through," with "endless" life,
But there is really no other way I'm told.
You who deface nature for yourselves alone,
Trash the earth we were given that keeps us alive,
Even then you eat off of plates of gold.
We are your fools who sit in the library,
Reading some important history about
"Non-essential" needs of love and
The glory of the way of tribes past.
Whatever I am saying-even this moment
I'm being laughed at far and wide.
I'm wrong! I'm stupid. Go ahead, say it.
We're going the right direction, leave no stone
Un-turned, let no animal in the woods hide!
You will still show me "perfection" in destruction
And death once I let you get inside my head,
If we are the future, it's already dead...
Death may come,
to some sweet souls
we know this -
much too quickly
there in a flash,
- in a heightened dash-
perhaps not even sickly,
Oh how that fate-
it doesn't tell us -
so often why,
as we gaze in daze,
upon our solemn dead,,
an throw our hands up to the sky,
we ask of our dear stars above,
just why'd they have to go an die?
As we are really sad for only just ourselves,
we're just not ready to be done,
so stuck there in our bad goodbye,
still looking for the shining sun,
parting is such sweet sorrow
when it's with the only "one",
To leave the lovely Earth,
a blinking eye,
before to grasp a changing thought,
to look up in a changing sky,
for the answers dearly sought,
or even only wonder why,
it wiped away a life so fast,
it seems for naught,
Her people they not with her now,
as she lay so broken and forlorn,
until the strangers come to call,
it was perhaps just a chance to warn,
To expire in a cul-de-sac,
as they circle 'round her now to grieve,
watching as they march as one,
to see the only way -believe,
they come to only bid farewell,
not to punish or a bone to cleave,
as the body fails,
gone away - a binding heave,
As a rolling tube of rubber brings
about the ugly severed end,
and a hard black inflated reality,
it comes around the final bend,
barreling down on a tiny female life,
no hand to hold-
not one to lend,
but the birds they came,
with a message we should send,
Harbingers come in the quietus here,
they come to dance in sacred feather,
an some say rare and very strange,
and predictors of the coming weather,
I think that might be true, I do,
but what do circling wild birds
circumnavigating the dead of Earth,
while in the sadness do not dwell,
and still I'm sure they are afraid of those tires,
but those fears they only quell,
They circle round to pay respect,
an she an enemy in their eye,
still they only ferry her,
an wish her home
a last goodbye,
A ritual of death and life,
performed before the alter,
a spirit sighs -a soul she dies,
her body could only falter,
death may come,
they fear it - not,
and I believe they still-
believe no hell is hot,
How do these wild wild birds,
understand better than we,
Ma Cherie© 2017