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 Apr 2015
Frank Russell
An agitation, because the object
is as yet incomprehensible,
though exhilarating is the possibility
of its being understood, fully realized -
The wonder of watching
fresh forms emerge
where old patterns
dissolve and evaporate -
A pregnant promising
of release to alternate perspectives,
varied summit-views,
of rebirth into the generative core.
There are no words yet.
They might come after this
delicious anticipation.



- fr
 Apr 2015
Amitav Radiance
Different paths converge
Towards love’s altar
Every heart is passionate
Blossoming of love
Makes it a beautiful affair
Transformation of the soul
Genuine offerings
Fills the coffers of the heart
A congregation of love
 Apr 2015
CA Guilfoyle
It was shallow water, rippling
a watery moon quivering
on the surface seen
It was night fire
burning water into steam
gray smoke screened
It was willful drowning
upon a lily bed of lies
parched a wilted garden
slowly withers, dies
To all who stop by here to read this poem and to those who have left comments, I thank you for your every kindness.
XO
 Apr 2015
Dreamer
It is both, a gift, and a burden
to feel everything
oh so deeply
You know who you are.

This sort of gift allows us to see beyond what mother nature allows us to see, to perceive what others cannot, to hear what other's can't hear, and to FEEL, what other's can't feel. We are beyond feeling, we are beyond words. This is why, we are called 'artists', we are the reason for art.
 Apr 2015
Sammie wells
Hazel eye's
Illuminating
High on life
Embracing
Soaring
Exploring
Breathes
under water
Swims on
the breeze
Artistic
Futuristic
Borg
Regenerated
Cut from
the collective
Energized
Shooting star
Exploded
into colour
Come alive!
 Apr 2015
Liam
chosen child for nature's creativity
tangoing to the sway of twilight trees
such spiritually sensual sensibilities

hypersensitivity heightening passion
life intensified in intellectual interest
love embellished with emotional empathy

oh, to bottle her elusive essence
to drink in her wistful nights
to infuse my tea with her promise
to scent my pillow with her dreams

uncork the atmospheric aroma
of sepia tinged crescents
wafting in celestial patisseries

sweeten the clear blue skies
with mists of crystallized honey
perfuming the divine aether

oh, fill my breath with her ephemeral
synchronize my life's pulse to the
metronome ponytails of skipping girls
followed by the tails of wagging dogs
 Apr 2015
Frank Russell
Gaze deeply and find
stellar parentage
in the columbine


- fr
 Apr 2015
Shaded Lamp
When you're broken
When life has you on a rope
When you welcome the mists of death
And shun the bright rays of hope

Remember this day
How you refused to forgive
You laid foundations for your gallows
Wake up,  wake up... And live
 Apr 2015
Mike Hauser
The one that He loves
The one that He cares
The hopelessly lost
Not finding hope anywhere

The one who's unsatisfied
With life's turn of events
Who's been trying to hide
From that life ever since

The Cross Of Christ Is For...

The fatherless child
On the empty door step
The last lonely mile
Of the dead mans last breath

The kings and the queens
In their palace of pearl
The truth is so clear
It's for all of the world

The Cross Of Christ Is For...

Those dying of thirst
In the desert of life
Those on the high raging sea
With no land in sight

In the joy of the day
In the sadness of night
The Cross of Christ is for
All that is needed in life
Happy Easter my friends....
 Apr 2015
Tryst
Wouldst thou endure to fade like autumn gold,
To see thy treasures dulled in fading light,
To watch alone thy tarnished days unfold,
And pass a pauper into worthless night?
Who then will bring a wreath unto thy rest,
And keep thy garden flowered, as is thy wont?
The barren cross that lays above thy breast
Would bear thy name, yet bring to thee affront.
But if thou takes a servant to thy cause,
To tend thy garden and to do thy deeds,
And he would gift a son with no remorse
To tend to thee when his own strength accedes:
Thy treasure trove reflected in his gleaming
Would bring thee joy as thou is ever dreaming.
Inspired by Elizabeth Squires, in honor to the greatest of bards.
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