A Poet's Voice - Hello Poetry

Dec 2016

Lazhar Bouazzi

When he’s alone in the night,
In the absence of the light
And the presence of the sight,
There, begins the tearing blight:
Dark veiling dark, light veiling light.

(What am I doing?
Poetry-dwelling
In these dunes of salt
With five syllables?)

When he's alone in the night
In the half-presence of the light
There, begins the specular fight –
The scarlet mutiny within.

© LazharBouazzi, December 12, 2016

Dec 2016

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

On Demand

I've made mistakes,
More than I care to remember,

I'm the only one
That I can blame,
I began making them
The year that I was born--43 years ago
In December.

My intentions,
Where always, to do good,
But somehow it always backfired,

Someone always got hurt -
Usually me!
I think it's the way
That I was built and wired.

God knows how hard I always tried,
But I never could get it right,

Selfish people's darkness
would always drown my sunshine
and steal my daylight.

I never wanted to hurt a soul,
But I only had two choices:
Make someone else happy--and be miserable!

Or,

Make choices,
So that I may be happy--and become invisible!

I was never a bad person - On the contrary,
I was too good!

The biggest mistake I ever made,
Was not doing what I wanted -
What I knew, I should.

The moral of this little story
Is quite simple to understand...

Be a kind, good-natured human,
But don't live your life on demand!

I would love to say
That I have no regrets,

But I can't lie to anyone,
Or to myself;
You see, my heart...
It never, ever, forgets.

~ I'm slowly learning how to forgive myself
for not getting everything right,

I've had help from my precious children,
And from my man...
'Cause, having them, means...
That I got the most important part right!

By Lady R.F ©2016

Dec 2016

Polar

When Poets Reign

Let our words rain

To fall soft as confetti

From clear blue sky

To survive the weathering of time.

Let our words plant seeds

Within minds of those fertile

To crystallize into deeds.

Let us show how Poe was wrong

To ask

If all we have been or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

Let us show how

With words...

We can reign supreme.

Dec 2016

GaryFairy

contagion - election 2016

facing the faces of the forsaken
taking in the weight of our damnation
a wasted case of the disgracefully shaken
taking the hatred into a debated deflation

this place is a place of frustration
hating the way of this path we've taken
a state of vacant is the state of this nation
waiting around for our dreams to awaken

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reverse uniformity

taking the hatred into a debated deflation
a wasted case of the disgracefully shaken
taking in the weight of our damnation
facing the faces of the forsaken

this place is a place of frustration
hating the way of this path we've taken
a state of vacant is the state of this nation
waiting around for our dreams to awaken

i used contagion under this definition - noun: the communication of an attitude or emotional state among a number of people

#uniformity #election #trump #clinton

Dec 2016

South-by-Southwest

Butterfly on Christmas Day

I looked outside
my windows to see
a yellow butterfly
flying south
for the rest
of winter
you see

It dived through
where the roses
used to be
The day lilies
long withered
and no irises
there to be

Bounding over
the fence so fast
this creature surely
must be
tough as nails
For frost and freeze
has coated grass
and comes
nipping at it's
yellow tails

A few dips
of it's yellow wings
and it has disappeared
out of sight
Leaving me in awe
and disbelief
I hope it makes it's
journey complete

True story .

#yellow-butterfly-in-the-midst-of-winter

Dec 2016

Bjørn O Holter

a Voice of Comfort

There is a voice of comfort,
a poet of the truth
chords interwoven in every crack,
to lighten and to sooth.
Silken syllables singing
like distant thunders' clouds
to the lonely, humble ones
whose candles soon burn out.

A blessing from a being,
bestowed between the bad
who sat upon his whispered throne;
beaten, black and ironclad.
The boon from a saint of satin tongue
to those humanity fit;
humble thinkers, meek and strong
of kindest hearts and fathers' wit.

There is a voice of comfort,
for all who soon pass on.
When the darkness closes in
to where you thought you belonged.
It will pass you on with dignity,
mirror mentors of the Minoan
"Hineini, Hineini. Here I am,"
sings the ghost of Leonard Cohen

I was quite shattered the day I read Leonard Cohen had passed on, Only recently I'd aquired his latest album, released only weeks before his death. On this album, -as in most of his work, he was the comforting voice who was no less than the perfect friend on the late, dark nights when thoughts wander, grandfather clocks tick and cats purr. I owe him
B

"You want it darker, we **** the flame"
L.C.

Dec 2016

Mike Essig

Message In A Bottle

on poetry*

A poem is only a mouthful of air
until it is read.
Imagine it. Craft it carefully
from your heart's flesh.
Seal it in a bottle
of clear, pure words.
Set it adrift on
the ocean of time,
life's restless surge,
until a few congruous spirits
pluck it from the sea-wrack
and recognize a message
that illuminates their souls.
Readers find writers;
never the opposite.

Dec 2016

Allen Robinson

TRIBUTE

My adulations go out to
the women of the world
Those that play the role
of mother and of father
Those wonderful ladies
who are mothers to many
and yet have to children
of their own to speak of
They teach and nurture,
give their time and care
Always thinking of others
before themselves on so
many levels and still find
the time to prepare meals,
laundry and help with the
homework on minimal
sleep. Great women who
impart out first lessons to
pass on to our children
She plays the roll of doctor,
psychologist and coach
Respect is not only due,
it's mandated as a true
TRIBUTE to all they do.