Echoes Of A Mind: Favorites

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

Polar

Children scurried ***** as rats

From the long dead smouldering

of rocks and boulders

To watch captivated

Enraptured by the sight

Of tiny parachutes floated from the sky.

Tiny handkerchiefs of hope

Descended as gently as leaves in a breeze

As the candy bomber

Wiggled his wings

And presented sweet things

Packaged as hope

Delivered with love

To let those know that though

They may be woe begotten

To some at least they were not forgotten.

A small tribute to US pilot Gail Halvorsen who in 1948 air dropped sweets to starving children in Berlin held under siege by the Russians. At present we sadly have many places in the world where we need more men like him capable to delivering hope and compassion to those desperately in need.

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

ME THE TREE

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

Keith Wilson

ME THE TREE

An  inanimate  object.

I'm  a  lovely  tree  in  summer.
Pure  emerald  green  leaves,
sweeping  down  towards  earth.

I'm  in  a  quiet  corner  of  the  park.
Away  from  the  maddening  crowd.

Spring  is  nice  when  flowers
grow  below  my  trunk.

Winter  is  cold  and  dank.
With  snow  and  rain  streaming  down.

In  winter  they  call  me  skeletal.
With  my  curled  and  twisted  branches.

At  least  I'm  sheltered  here.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

Cats

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

Silvana Franco

Cats

Their fur is like silk
Their paws soft as moss,
Their pupils dilate and
Chase things that are tossed.

Once worshipped as gods
Now they're merely our pets,
Though they wear a facade
That says "Cats don't forget."

They still think that they're sacred
And mankind is their slave,
So they walk like they're royalty and
Take the act to their grave.

Some people despise them
Say they're cold and ungrateful
They look like rats, they cause mayhem
And they're just not playful!

I see something different
When I look in a cat's eyes,
I feel an ancient wisdom
Behind their jaded guise

I am transported back
To scorching Egyptian nights
And see within their pupils, black
The starless desert skies.

An intelligent being stares back at me
In unblinking contemplation,
My soul laid bare before two orbs
The color of amused satisfaction.

So next time you see one lazily
Sunbathing on its side,
Close your eyes and feel
the ancient spirits that
It carries deep inside.

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

LOVE

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

Medhina Khanal

LOVE

"WON"T YOU GET TIRED OF LOVING ME ?" she asked

"HAS THE SUN EVER GOT TIRED OF RISING." He replied.

#love #in #the #is #air

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

Mirage

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

Gidgette

Mirage

Perhaps it is not for me
To be loved, or to love
Perhaps, it is for me
Only to gaze upon it
Like a child gazes at a star
In the night sky
Maybe, it is for me to see it
To be close enough to nearly
Touch
But never to attain
Like a dry, red leaf, in the autumn
Floating in the wind
I Chase,
Yet never catch hold
Love,
Is my mirage in the dry desert
I can see it,
But I will die of thirst
Long before I reach it

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

My Childhood Fishing Memories of Jackson Lake

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

My Childhood Fishing Memories of Jackson Lake

Crappie running in beds along the lit docks , bridges and abutments .. Flathead catfish bigger than a grown man at the base of the dam , Largemouth bass hitting shad like battering rams , early morning , late afternoon and darkest night .. Hardwood forest brimming colorful shores , stoic Whitetail Bucks dining on acorns , field nuts and sweet moss , Canadian geese and frozen shorebirds working her tributaries and inlets .. Smokey water silhouettes relayed by whippoorwill hymns , the first angelic beam of the morn striking her poetic surface .. Lake Jackson returning to diurnal joy , across reflective , freshwater twirling plains ...

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

No Plan .. No Smokes .

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

No Plan .. No Smokes .

Carefully repairing a last cigarette at midnight
Fumbling , searching through an ashtray tonight
Drunk with yellow stained fingertips , stale tobacco
breath .. Smoking butts from the stinking trash can on this
hard luck night .. A table full of liquor and no cigarettes tonight ..

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

YOUR SUFI LOVER

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

Melancholy of Innocence

YOUR SUFI LOVER

I chant your name in frenzy
Like a SUFI twirling round and round
LOVE, LOVE, BELOVED, BELOVED
Your name is like GOD
Ram, Allah, Buddha, Jesus

If you want to join me
In the life of LOVE
Chant with me
LOVE, LOVE.
BELOVED, BELOVED...

I carry sweets for my BELOVED
Wearing a long "LOVE robe"
Sing your praise
Jumping, dancing on the streets
With zest I meet passerby

You - my BELOVED
You are my gardener
I am your seed
I am your bud
I am your flower
I am your tree
I am the forest you walk into

In your LOVE
I utter gibberish
But only you understand it
And clap at my words with smile
I know, you'll protect me
At every step of life

Why I should take stress
Why I should be tense
Why should I worry
what world will say about me
I'm in LOVE
I'm with YOU in my being
In my thoughts, my words, my actions
I surrender to you
And leave it to you to protect me

You created me
As a LOVER
You are my maker
You are my GOD

I chant your name
With every breathe

I chant your name in frenzy
Like a SUFI twirling round and round
LOVE, LOVE, BELOVED, BELOVED
Your name is like GOD
Ram, Allah, Buddha, Jesus

If you want to join me
In the life of LOVE
Chant with me
LOVE, LOVE.
BELOVED, BELOVED...

When I pass by streets
I utter YOUR praise
I sing songs for YOU

Seeing me, people say:
"Look - here she comes
This mad woman..."

But without care,
I sing your LOVE
Intoxicated in your LOVE

I roll in the mud & sand
And cover my body with your dirt
In your LOVE
I have lost my gender too
I know, I've become YOU

I chant your name in frenzy
A SUFI twirling round and round
LOVE, LOVE, BELOVED, BELOVED
Your name is like GOD
Ram, Allah, Buddha, Jesus

Now I have give you
The strings of my life
In your hand
You made me fearless kid in LOVE
I know you'll protect me
I'm your kid in your LOVE
The suffering and pain
That GOD has given
Only my BELOVED will end my pain

I chant your name in frenzy
Like a SUFI twirling round and round
LOVE, LOVE, BELOVED, BELOVED
Your name is like GOD
Ram, Allah, Buddha, Jesus

If you want to join me
In the life of LOVE
Chant with me
LOVE, LOVE.
BELOVED, BELOVED...

People, Seeing my LOVE
Some places
They threw stone at me
Some showered flowers at me

But no one is willing
To give place in their heart
They are just guiding me
To my BELOVED's abode

This girl - a SUFI
Is roaming, walking
A wanderlust
Like dust storm
Like blizzard rain

Chanting your name
LOVE, LOVE.
BELOVED, BELOVED...

If you want to join me
In the life of LOVE
Chant with me
LOVE, LOVE.
BELOVED, BELOVED...

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

Journey of the mind

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

Polar

Journey of the mind

Take me on a journey

Whisked away by your poetry

Let me exhale my mind

And be at one with your kind.

Lead me away like the fey

To poetry journalists

And HB specialists

Who like Toreinss Pinwinkle

Sprinkle fairy dust upon words and phrases

Until all who gazes are stunned.

Take me to where sk abdul

ski slopes

Where words formed

With ice cold precision

Fall soft as snowflakes

Forming landscapes in my mind.

My mind wanders with Luiz

Until with an elbow crack, I’m back

Tuned in a spin, by Ryn

Heeding Laurent’s call

Away from the dark places Mr Woods may take me

To be at one with the shadow in the dark,

Because as someone anonymous once said

“it’s sometimes light

but can be dark

as poetry is not

just a walk in the park”.

Just a small tribute to some of my favourite poets at HP. To the many I have missed, I hope to catch you next time!

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

Embers of a Forgotten Past

Mar 2016 Echoes Of A Mind

Rapunzoll

Embers of a Forgotten Past

The sun forgave itself
long ago, for burning too bright,
it scorched our touching palms,
cheek to cheek, it burnt.*

That night we whispered
A song to the reeds,
Let it drift down that
Wayward line of memories,
Let it settle in the graves
Of each bed we slept in.

We let fate colour our
Hearts recklessly, like a
Child who can't stay
Within the confined lines
Of their drawing book.

Until the dawn began,
And we let our skin simmer,
Melting on each other's lips.
Until we are only skeletons
Embracing through a
World set in flames.

#love #heartbreak #poem #sad #depression #life #pain #death #hurt #thoughts