My favourites - Hello Poetry

Feb 2017

nivek

Silence and solitude in time slowly nurture simplicity
it cannot be rushed, grabbed off a shelf, contained within an ideal.
Simplicity is a gift which more and more takes form in everyday moment by joyful moment living to the full. Silence and solitude is the fertile ground where all things are done in simple prayerful consummation.
Some hermits write poetry, and live down the end of the street.

Jan 2017

wordvango

she is

I catch me childish
when I mean to be manly
fidgeting
see her as so much
more than I might handle
see how the feelings rise
when i need the power to handle
her ******
calm calm i say
she is so much

Jan 2017

r

Brush with the ancients

Sometimes at night

asleep by the firelight

I dream about them

how they died

some are singing

and others saying what

they no longer see

walking fencelines

limping as if in pain

some of them handsome

and some mysterious

silent but not

for long they tell you

men scarcely know

how beautiful fire is

and old stories

they can't remember

unless you can

still look them in the eye.

Jan 2017

nivek

Carved from Rock and Water

Carved from rock and water
we learned to dance
like the stars we shine
flamed footsteps into the Earth
every bush is burning
each breath a furnace
every love a flame.

Carved from rock and water
we dance across the sky
and like stars we shine
flamed footsteps into the night
every bush is burning
each breath a furnace
every love a flame.

Jan 2017

wordvango

we all are under

there where dark is sleep among the tall pine
forests
a bed of soft pine needles a pillow
the sun and moon kept out
and silhouetted in the morning dew
the current steams in the cool
around the bend forever
makes a curtain
for the dream
the characters the trees
no villians but the
armadillos and possum
the fox the villian
the wolf
who is hungry
?
all of them
and me and you
we have to have nourishment
and play
or I do
I play
I play amongst the teardrop drips
along the cliffs
right beyond the limbs
that hang down
evergreen
in mists
of
the base of the mountain
we all
are under.

Jan 2017

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

Strong Heart

Nobody is born
With a strong heart,
A broad mind,
And a giving soul -
These attributes
Come from exercising your spirit,
And reaching within.

By Lady R.F ©2015

Jan 2017

K Mae

at desert edge, what sound

owl call gliding over all
coyotes feeding yips and howls
all this expressed now I can sleep
but for jangling metal flagpole
careless winds that raise
my wariness of flags

Jan 2017

Sjr1000

There are no endings as long as I have in my mind

There are no endings
as long as I have in
my mind.

I always start off so optimistic,
I'm disappointed every time

Starting off expecting nothing
pleasantly surprised

But the voices they keep talking
and the road is hard to find

We start off so high
looking down on all mankind
but as we decend
the
buildings get bigger and bigger
as
reality ascends

There are no endings
as long as I have in my mind

When change it comes
all will never be the same again

It's a rise and a fall
the time of us all

The light starts in the East
Darkness comes in the West

Change is on our finger tips
But gone with the wind

Anxiety sings in apprehensive images
Peace it sings in harmony
The heart it beats so slowly

In the midst forever
In the past forever too

There are no endings
as long as I have in my mind.