Impeccable Poetry - Part II

May 2020

Faizel Farzee

Art pictured in motion, walking elegance.
Words you give life, monocle syllables
Beauty captivatingly imprinted, portraits stared.

Words gliding from your Cherrie lips, mesmerizingly eloquent
Intoxicated my heart listening, convinced by its eloquence
You my wish granted, an answered prayer.

Boastful our love drenched in splendour, Our love grandiloquent
I loved you in past lives, Aphrodite seems envious.
Saving Grace, pulled my soul from despair.

First attemp at the Gammo style writing out of ethiopia,
the rhyming scheme is insane
enjoy.

#gammo #style

May 2020

Bill Nellist

A Nut Tree Grows At Four Lane Ends

A nut tree grows,
at Four Lane Ends,
along with crows,
and passing friends,
who briefly dance six feet apart,

While fears prance,
sparrows dart,
beneath the rose,
and wild bird song,
my love grows,
ever strong.

#covid19 #coronavirus #love #nature #positivity

May 2020

Jen

N. Lights

Northern lights
Scrape the edge
In planetary surrender
Hold on if you dare

It's a magnificent globe
It spins and dances
Streaked in glimpses
Of burning light

Atmosphere's emeralds
Bloom in radiance
It's a moving painting
Frozen images remain

Pure radiance can only
Be dreamt up
In day dreams
And warmth and
Colors that surround

May 2020

Chris Saitta

All Mothers Die with the Sunset

Mothers come gently to our rooms, the sunset kiss on the forehead,
Woven homilies from their baskets of forgiveness and spools of yarn.

But for the grave, this heart its coiled sunset unspools, so long entwined
In woods and seas that redden now into the soul of all sunsets combined.

#mothers #boyhood #life #sunset #death

May 2020

-elixir-

why hide?

Why hide behind,
the shadows?
when,
there's so much to see,
when,
your heart's blazing,
with dreams,
untold.

They won't get it,
it's okay,
to be that lonely star
in the dark,
shadows of the world.

It's okay to think differently, but not indifferent.
3 am thoughts upon introspecting myself.

#hide #stigma #different #3am #shadows #lonely #alone #fire #burn #lightup

May 2020

Rob Rutledge

Ouroboros

Carry no fear in your heart
Nor on your shoulders, shame
For the end is nothing more
Than the start by another name.

It is strange how we yearn
For what we have never known.
Nostalgic for a time long past
Before our seeds were sown.
Homesick for a feeling lost,
For a land so green and sure.
For a shore we have never seen,
For waters that have never graced
Nor lapped our weary feet.
For a space we thought was ours
For the darkness that hangs in waiting
Between the gaps among the stars.
For the peace we have never found
For the war we have always sought
For the feelings we seldom caught,
For the love of all unbound.

Carry no fear in your heart
Nor on your shoulders, shame
For the end is nothing more
Than the start by another name.

May 2020

Frances E McClelland

Lost in the Wilderness

Possessions--mere reflections of innate wanting,
and whatever energizes our profound desires;
While creating masks of perplexing illusions,
which color our spirits in relentless ire.

In the open wilderness of thought's reactions,
we try to control the monstrous fates;
Which count on the frailties of human souls,
in cunning contentions from fierce debates.

Lost and alone--seeking holy redemption,
while making a bargain with Satan's plan;
Forgetting the chance to accept possibilities,
of love and survival from heavenly hands.

Then spurned by the Devil who sought to defeat,
through endless suffering and evil deceptions;
We cling to warnings caressed by the wind,
as the trail ahead welcomes in peaceful reception.

May 2020

Michael Stefan

rot and ruin

careful as you tread your path
of thistlewood and vines
for paths are steep, and air is thin
as you reach beyond your time
an empty pack, an empty bottle
no remnants left of wine
we ate the meat and ate the bread
we're left to dine on rinds
from the earth, into the earth
there's an end to every line
a poolside view as you fade away
we're all just doing fine

Existentialist viewpoints are a pain in the ***. Especially when you can't shake them on a lovely Tuesday morning.