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One small shell upon a beach
In amongst all there that be ~
But still there in all its natural glory
Washed up by its mother sea~
This tiny shell would not really raise an eyebrow
As it lay there among all the rest that be~
But it does play an important part
In all natural things there by the sea~
But this little shell would never cry out
That its the only one that is there~
It would never say it was only with inteligent form
And that it alone was beyond compare~
Behind all of the planets n stars we know
In our to date massive space backyard~
To even feel we are the only ones
Is to swallow slightly hard~
Its like some say that they know God
If we know all about him than he is not so great~
As I feel he would be beyond earthly comprehention
To really know him weve not scratched the slate~
There is out there unknown to us
Planets n life weve not yet found~
Its common sense within my mind
We have not begin to cover such ground~
But I do believe that god n space
Both which we know not everything as we say#
Would expect us to first tidy up our own backyard
Before searching further on the day~
If earth was a property
And God left us in charge to care and maintain~
And he came back to inspect our efforts
We would be out of a job and out in the rain~
We on earth are as but a little shell
Upon lifes beach but we need to know~
That we are getting too far ahead of ourselves
And we need to go back a century or so~
Money on earth has became God
And too few ever stop to think~
That out there is one great rock
That could pull us all up in a wink~
God as we know him would be so greater
Beyond our minds comprehention its true~
And being so he would be rather disgusted in
All or most on earth that we do~
Time to go back n get real for a change
Show we have love n care n integritty too~
That we are capable of undoing what they call progress
And act more like the good samaritan to more than a few~
Spend those large dollar amounts
On getting earth back to where it once used to be~
With babbling clean water brooks and air so fresh
And many a forest of tree~
We earth should take a leaf
Out of that little humble shell on the beach doing its thing~
Only proffessing to be just what it is
And maybe the entire earth once again just might sing~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2006
That's what Your Love Is worth

One day I was feeling broken and lonely
The next I owned the earth~
That's what your love has done for me
That's what your love is worth~
One day I had no real direction
The next , my way was clear~
My very being now perfection
All because of your love so dear~
One day my life seemed like living hell
The next I felt I was at heavens door~
And that is where my heart is right now
My love is yours for evermore~
One day I felt so empty
The next day I was so full of you~
Topped right up with all your love
Darlen .. Im so inlove with you ~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2010
 Apr 2018 Mary-Eliz
Jeff Stier
I’m a friend of darkness
lock lips with it
in a lover’s embrace

I mourn the dawn
beg favors from the twilight
hold every hope
in my uncertain hand
for a day when the sun won’t shine

And I know
by my wayward feet
by the tremors in my hand
that darkness creeps silently
up to my borders
crosses every line
and will someday defeat
my meager defenses

I have prepared my retreat
a forced march
to the grey Pacific
where everything in my life
ends
and begins

The solemn swell of the waves
a fitting harmony
to that last sweet song.
Nightbird perches high
beneath the shooting stars
that dapple the bouquet
    of sleepless peace
... his soft downy breast      
    has lent breath
to the sweet April afterglow
     heaving with song

The mystical feathered troubadour's
     swooning echo
A melodic twilight serenade
conjures a moonstruck metamorphosis,
sprouting magical wings of flight;

rousing a lonely heart's esprit
     to fly away unfettered
     in constellations of song

How dare imaginings spilled from the big dipper
enchant such an enrapturing magic spell?
It's so far to fall from swinging on a star!
It's so far beyond nearing crescent moon
     when you wish upon a star  

Thereupon struck by a bewitching bolt of starlight;
Dropping asudden as a shooting-star!

    Rolling like trailing thunder;
        tucked and tumbling ―
             somersaulting,

           celestial rumbling
blossoming with an unearthly joy

A nascent winged heart splayed bare,
soars upon cresting wind waves;
    dreaming of that shapeless  
          w h o  o  o  o  s h ―
         gathering beneath
        ~ uplifting wings ~

  Suddenly ― gliding freely,
       winging gracefully
  upon wafting star drift glitter;
lilting lightly upon the arising cadence
of nightingale's melodious fluted song

Nightingale sings sweet April perfume
beneath the star shed lamplight twinkle

... and it makes no difference if it's only a dream
    if my heart had wings



imagined by:   Jesse Stillwater
22nd  April  2018

Imagination set free ... perhaps rooted in the branches of a tree
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2397540/a-lost-angels-wings/

Luscinia, nightingale -  songbird noted for its melodious nocturnal song
.
The full moon caught a glimpse
where the billowed clouds parted
Saucer size Dogwood blossoms
echoed an urging reflection
through wide open window ;
the diffused moonlight reached in
touching the open palms
enduring in an empty void
lay down beside

Softly burnished reflections
lighten blanched flesh petals
swaying in the wakened
     spring cadence
Rhinestone memories
tethered from somewhere above ;
as if manipulating puppet strings
dangling down through
the seesaw cloud gap ―
scattering candlelit sequins
like unmapped constellations
brushed by the moonlight
in the dale of your leafless *******

The fragrant breeze
of your memory
gathers a sweetest taste,
teasing wishful thirsty lips
into a gentle smile ...
Tracing unbounded memories
with wandering fingertips 
upon your intimate
canvas oasis in my mind

Fallen petals floating gently
across still waters
induced by whispered breeze ;
quiet reminders that ripple
the mesmerizing silence
with the lonely breath
an unheard evanescent sigh
 
The open window
let the moonlight in,
illuminating lingering
shadows of the past ...

you feel the waft
of spring breathe ...
but you just can't help
where the wind blows


Jesse e. Stillwater
29th  April 2018:   2 am
 Apr 2018 Mary-Eliz
aslan
we wouldn’t love
the stars
or the moon
if it weren’t
for the darkness
it shines through
but all i see right now is the dark
 Apr 2018 Mary-Eliz
The uniVerse
How fragile the butterfly
as it dances in the sky
trying to find its way home
to a place not carved of stone
soon all this will be dust
so it asks what's all the fuss?
what is all the fighting for?
silly soldiers and their wars
silly man and his laws
the only law is mother nature
for no man can escape her
she who birthed us all
she who waits when we fall
for how the mighty will crumble
as the fools they do stumble
upon the stolen hands of time
each of them suffering for their crimes
and yet the butterfly it worries not
for all that it is, is all that it's got
beauty set upon wings
it's beauty that truly sings.
https://www.instagram.com/p/Bk1RtKqFrqu/
 Apr 2018 Mary-Eliz
liz
moon dreams
 Apr 2018 Mary-Eliz
liz
Moon glistens knowingly in the inky water
watching her pale body sink
the murmuring of night birds       woven
                               into hair of embers extinguished
sooty yet even soot is beautiful, to Moon.
eyes fixated on the navel of the pond
navel of the worlds' doings, of beginning of life & death
           a prayer escapes in the whisper of willow trees
into the arms of Night's gentle air.
           the pond itself is prayer, the water
giving life forth in Moon's embrace;

the woman glistens knowingly in the inky water-
eyes as steady as Moon's rays of borrowed light
              body, a temple of angles and soft circumference
glistening knowingly in the inky water
of Moon's embrace & the willow's whispers.
last night's dream in verse.
i like it, don't know where it came from, but i like it.
 Apr 2018 Mary-Eliz
liz
if god is a woman
then i'd love to crawl inside
her womb and feel regeneration
feel the cosmos sparkle
in the sweat between her thighs
know what it is to taste creation
is this blasphemy? indecent?

if i am a woman then
why can i not love the power
she has gifted my body
in the marrow of my bones
layered gently in my curves
her names multiply
between these two lips and
i'd love to hear her whisper-

how very much the world needs her
patient, fiercely love-filled
vocal cords that sing our memories
into existence; her hair is
the curtains dividing the seas
of night & nature & the blood in us all

she weeps when we spill it
every ruby drop is falling from her lips
we break her bones when
we dig into the earth, ****
her precious body and destroy
the bounty that she's given us
but still does she love us?

she is more than mother,
than lover and artist,
fire-haired horizons and
opal eyes that span the skies

i love her with everything i have
is she listening to us now?
she makes me nervous,
how she sits naked in the heart
pregnant with our destinies
endlessly listening to our songs
of pain & lust & death's grinning hatred
and quiet, she is still in my soul.
diosa mío
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