Minstrel of the Blue Moon

Aug 2016

Keith Wilson

Passed  a  neglected  garden  of  late.
It  seemed  in  quite  a sorry  state.
Some  men  came  to  make  some  notes.
But  seemed  to  give  it  little  thought.
Up  on  high  the  grasses  grow.
Beneath  the  windows  row  by  row.
The  other  plants  just cry  with  pain.
I  guess  we'll  never  grow  again.
They  have  taken  up  our  space  on  the  ground
Like  an  advancing  army  I'll  be  bound.
They  are  taking  our  water  Oh  my.
As they  journey  to  the  sky.
Perhaps  it  soon will be  resolved.
And  peace  will  reign.
Once again

Keith  Wilson    Windermere.  UK.  2016.

Some revisons

#gardens

Aug 2016

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Falling Light

Perhaps on an idle afternoon
when sadness lies heavy on chest
your eyes shimmering like crystal moon
upon my poems would come to rest.

Words of love and touching her shore
yearnings sharp as edge of knife
wrote my mind of twenty four
gathering all from a half seen life.

You flip the pages as years roll down
reach to where past high tides sailed
the ink flows soft as calm of dawn
in peace of void when heights are scaled.

You close the book breathing a sigh
your eyes are wet of misty dew
by then fallen twilight asks you why
the poet on the cover looks like you.

Jul 2016

Seán Mac Falls

What Length Are Days

( Sonnet )*

What length are days so dearly trodden,
Riddled in stocks, museums of mind,
How can one soul with heart commend
And play these martial fields unkind?
We are wages cast about four corners
And spun to globe of coordinates web,
Sailing by moon, lit oceans of scorn,
Rudderless, blind— innocently led,
Yet here, one star, the sun is a beacon,
We are bathed each day in ****** light
And gifted to morn with new beginnings,
From dreams we wake with newborn sight
    And gods watch over with stellar eyes,
    We are babes knowing— cradled in sky.

#love #life #sonnet #universe

Jul 2016

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Toy House

From the rooftop
I see the houses sleeping in moonlight

(My chance ascent to the roof
for a space to be aloof
begets this poem)

I know this stillness is deceptive

behind the half glow neon panes
or the wooden ones shut tight from light
beyond the dumb walls of white
tears and smiles are flowing
also grunts of despair
moans of flesh upon flesh
stopping at the skin
or going far down to that misty spot
and even far past all them
two hearts holding the flame
of years buried on the bed
a child still in their head
or there but really not there
somewhere too wide to build a bridge

(Thirty minutes past nine
the toy houses in the moonlight shine
in their chambers holding life not seen)

And I atop one such house know
it's time to go down the stairs
to take up the script again
and write and act and write
for the length of night.

Jul 2016

beth fwoah dream

rose-wood and indigo

i.

dusk melts into walls
and corners,
the sun begins to dip,
below the earth
little islands of
light and shadow.

ii.

the light softens,
carries us towards
the sentry keeper
of the blue earth
the night’s noble
gaze.

iii.

rose-wood and indigo,
immense cloud
washed-out like
faded denim,
stars in summer’s hollowy skies.

iv.

as dark as a tinted window
the land breaks free
from the sun, dissolves
into shadows bent
into a thousand shapes
and altitudes
like softening rivers
of the mind.

v.

uncovered, the night
forgets it flowers and its
prisms, relents to magical
seas of black ink.

#you #loving

Jul 2016

brandon nagley

אני אפגוש אותך בבית טארן ( I'll meet thee at the tarn) hebrew tongue

( hebrew translation) English version below this....

טארן שלנו לנבול להיות מודגש, פגם אף , ולא לטמא.
ידו של אלוהים ' החזיקה את המברשת; O ' זירת מהפנט.
כשאנחנו ועשינו להבחין במרחק אחד אחרת עם הגיבורה בהתגלמותה שלנו,
לנבול צנוע אנו להיות, הפשט הרחק גאווה ארצית.
שוב אני אגיד לך, שנאה שאף יכול להיכנס כאן,
נצטרך לעמוד באוויר פירת גביש ; נולד מחדש בנצח,
הצנצנת של האסט של עדן מאוחסן הדמעה של שלנו.
זן מלכת השער הצרה,אני אעמוד ליד השערים,
בלבוש המלאכי לנבול מחכה לך;
אני אהיה זוהר , שלא אאחר .

( English version )

Ourn tarn shalt be blazoned, none blemish, nor defiling.
God's hand' held the brush; O' the scene mesmerizing.
when we shalt descry one another with our eyne,
humble wilt we be, stripped away from earthly pride.
Once again I'll tell thee, none hate can enter here,
we'll stand aloft the crystal firth; reborn in eternity,
Heaven's jar's hast stored our tear's.
Enter in the narrow gate queen,
I'll stand beside the gates,
Angelic garb wilt await thee;
I will be glowing, do not be late.

©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prophetic poetry

Ourn- means our.
Tarn- a small mountain lake.
Blazoned- heraldic) painted or inscribed ( mean as painted for this).
Blemish- means something with spot on it, spoiled.
Defiling - desecrate or profane (something sacred)., Also means spot or spoil.
Descry- catch sight of.
Eyne - means eye archaic form.
Thee+ you.
Aloft- above .
Firth-mouth of a river..and this river I speak of is one thousands have seen in death when seeing heaven and coming back their account matching exactly this as they say they see the river like crystal that they say actual has healing when you go into it and feel so good going into it matching this gospel verse 100 percent.
Revelation 22:1-5 king James bible.
The River of Life
1Then the angel showed me a river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb, 2down the middle of the main street of the city. On either side of the river stood a tree of life, producing twelve kinds of fruit and yielding a fresh crop for each month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations.
3No longer will there be any curse. The throne of God and of the Lamb will be within the city, and His servants will worship Him. 4They will see His face, and His name will be on their foreheads. 5There will be no more night in the city, and they will have no need for the light of a lamp or of the sun. For the Lord God will shine on them, and they will reign forever and ever.
Garb- clothing or dress especially of special kind.

#heaven #lovers #no #sorrows #serenity #soulmates #paradise #earljanenagley #crystalriver #no-moretears

Jul 2016

Aeerdna

find me

Find me at the edge of the world
with my heart rotting
amongst the remainigs of my life
the skeletons of my dreams and the ghosts of my hopes,
find me there
and let me die
in the space between your eyes
or even better-
in the space between
your
arms

Jul 2016

mike dm

take this gift

i look at her
and she is goddess
loop and knot

i look away
and she's ocean sky flow
breather of this breath

i look within
and i am at her feet
removing her sandals

i look without
and i'm depth ebb
space silenced

dm micklow

Jul 2016

beth fwoah dream

love poem

my love for you
is the wildest rivers of my poetry
where the night melts into
oblivion and all i can feel is your
love, devouring me, desiring me,
uncovering me, until
i am but blood and bone,
a bluesy wind instrument
serenading the skies.
in your love everything that
i need, every tender star
a bird gliding in
the night, moon-ful,
soulful, wrapped in silvering
dream. climb, climb to the
running hills where i’ll reach you,
leave me burning feverish
and excited, wrap me in your love.

#you #loving

Jul 2016

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Living by the River

She sits from where
the rainbow arches into the river.

As I eye her fishing net
she reads the question in my mind.

I'm waiting for three thirty
when tides begin to fall
but the shrimps can't go back.

When the bank begins to bare
she glides into the waves
till the water cools her *******.

I walk away knowing
she would bob up to the hour
the moon is upon her face
and she has made another morrow
from the river.