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Jan 2015 ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens

Silver Knight

I speak in behalf of the trees
The voiceless souls who lay dormant upon this wretched plain
I speak in behalf of the animals
Whose homes we destroy everyday for our own personal gain
I see their tears
The ones they conseal underneath their blood drenched skin
I feel their pain
The pain us humans seem to ignore because we are cold hearted beings
Don't you see what we are doing
Mother nature is screaming in agony as we laugh in her face
She gives us life
In return we give her death
She gives us a home
In return we give her regret
It's a shame really
We should be appalled in ourselves but we are too busy basking in our own glory
Our temporary glory at that
What will we do when mother nature has nothing else to offer us
All because we sapped her dry
Because we are greedy vessels of pure meat
Maybe then we will taste a piece of our own "glory"
What we deserve...
And that is death!

If you would like to see poem by me that are not about nature feel free to visit my other account. Sir Poet

#naturesings

Jan 2015 ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens

Shadow

Jan 2015 ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens

Devon Webb

Shadow

You reduce me to a
shadow
of myself
because I'm scared that
too many
bright colours
might throw you
off

Jan 2015 ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens

What the cows saw 10/4/2007

Jan 2015 ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens

Stephanie G

What the cows saw 10/4/2007

Hands...soft caress on your breast...
Lips... ever so gently. .touching
your very soul even.
Eyes.. blazing with the passion of it all..
Skin.. on fire , ever so sensitive
Sweat..falls from his face, dosnt bother you..
Hair.. pushed from his face
but still falls over one eye..
Those eyes..
You quiver from within...
Steam.. you laugh in adolescent joy at the windows steamed up..
and what the cows saw...

Wrote this after a make out " parking" incident. .where some cows got quite a show...lol!!

Jan 2015 ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens

The Stealing of Names - I

Jan 2015 ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens

N Paul

The Stealing of Names - I

Hobbling over rock and dust,
The Nameless winces with every weary step.
His soles scorched and torn
By the unaccustomed roughness underfoot
The jagged teeth of a prickly piping earth.

Alone he makes his way
With tiny treads towards the dying dusk.
Fatigue dragging at his limbs
Bowing his neck to leave eyes downcast
And unfocussed; seeing naught but blurs and
The swirling and swaying of the trembling past.

A city:
Grand buildings stretching as one toward the sky;
Great lions waking from their feast and basking
In the brilliance of noonday air.
The bustle of flesh coursing about their purpose
The tight press of bodies all around
And the chatter and the natter and the laughter and the anger.

And then the silence.
The fear and the glares.
The hunger
And a guilty aversion of one’s eyes.

The shattering of glass
The raising with fire and boot.
And the stealing of Names.

And now here he trudges.
With tiny treads and into naked night.

Part 1 of an ongoing series - The Stealing of Names
Follow and get ready for the next instalment in a few days!

#story #fantasy #names #newton #non-rhyming

Jan 2015 ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens

The Stealing of Names - II (Preludium)

Jan 2015 ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens

N Paul

The Stealing of Names - II (Preludium)

Preludium, or, *what has gone before:
A man makes his way, alone,
Through rocky ash and bluff,
His feet a mass of ****** scabs
His throat gruff with rust.
In his savage thirst he sees, delirious,
The City from whence he flees;
The City that stole his Name.

Furious! O righteous hate;
Bubbling! Consuming! Melding with his haze of pain:
Fickle Justice! Intangible Law! Humble Equity!
Alien words for an alien time
That has quickly descended to muck.

But we must leave this Nameless nomad
To his dark visages, for now.
Perhaps we shall return
To plough his tale and groan
To find him drowned in thirst;
In self-pity, the liquid fire.
For now- to the City, we are bound!
And the mind of one so fortunate, as to still call his Name his own.

The Preludium (A sort of 'previously on') to Part 2 of an ongoing series - The Stealing of Names
Follow and get ready for Part 2 in a few days!

#story #fantasy #names #newton #non-rhyming

Jan 2015 ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens

Questions and Answers

Jan 2015 ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens

Amitav Radiance

Questions and Answers

We are asking questions
In the ambit of falsity
Where we hear an echo
From the walls
That restricts us to venture
Into the world beyond
Leaving us with unanswered questions
Some replies from a trajectory
Not aligned to us
Creating a conflict
And warring minds
Cannot be at peace
Until we scale the challenges
Created by us

#world #reality #humanity #questions #realm #minds #consciousness #beyond #answers #cosmic

Jan 2015 ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens

With You

Jan 2015 ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens

Kimberly Rose

With You

I would ditch the keys
And walk to the end of the Earth.
Dancing along the way,
For the music is only in our heads.
The reflection of hope
And courage in your eyes
Could lead us down this road
To our own special place.
Along the rocks,
Amidst the sunset,
And below the breathtaking moon,
Where nothing else exists
But you and I
And this sad, empty town.

where did it go and where are you now

Jan 2015 ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens

From The Mountains To The Sea

Jan 2015 ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens

Joe Cole

From The Mountains To The Sea

Come, let's take a journey from the mountain to the sea
And study natures wonders put there for you and me
We won't go by car or take a railway train
We will travel at natures pace, travel by natures ways

Together we will wander the pleasant green country paths
There's no reason for us to hurry, let's make this journey last
We'll stroll beside the chrystal streams 'neath skies of azure blue
Study wild flowers of every shade and hue

Come the evening shadows we will stop and take our rest
Find a soft and sheltered place where we can rest our heads
No candles or electric light will we ever need
Just a canopy of twinkling stars to cover us as we sleep

We will wake up with the dawn to a chorus of singing birds
Wake up to the greatest music that man has ever heard
Quench our thirst from the crystal stream then we'll set out again
We finally leave the mountain slopes and meet the grassy plains

No sign of habitation, no human voices heard
Just the sights and sounds of nature, of deer and soaring birds
Bees and butterflies sip nectar from the flowers
As we wander slowly on and do not count the hours

We journey ever westward, following the sun
Occasionally a dark gray cloud and cool refreshing rain
For us time has no meaning on this journey to the sea
To be at peace with nature is the only thing we need

Suddenly in the distance a glimpse of shining blue
Our journey is nearly over as the sea comes into view
I will look back in wonderment at the things that we have seen
Nature in her full glory, mountain, plain and stream
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