Alabaster Hearts - Hello Poetry

Aug 2014

The Messiah Complex

Come and gone, the calm
but the storm is far from over
it lingers in the what-ifs, and taunts
us from the fringes of maybe

This storm, will eventually pass
and the memories of love gone
reborn as odes and psalms
birthing life, from their flowering decay

The poet's capacity to love, rivalled only
by their ability to suffer, but
what a beautiful misery it is! as it lies in wait
for the moment it will flood from pen to page

Laughter and sonnets, will perch on sated lips
after sadness has run its course
and for awhile, all will be well again
leaving poets to ponder love's mysteries

How ironic it is!
the way lovers leave, repelled
by their hatred of the very thing
that once drew them near

You see, poets are like paintings
beautiful from afar, we are
but flawed strokes on cracked canvas
the closer you come

Yet still, there is beauty in our flawed and fragile array

We are the words within our poetry, but
we are so much more than sweetened syllables
we are everything you wanted once, and you
**never even made it past our cover

A repost I wrote for my bror, Sverre G. Holter after his recent breakup.

Aug 2014

calpurnia mockingbird

The Islamophobe.

You sit at your screen
fingertips flying in the face of decency
like a spigot attached to a vat of arsenic
dripping your poison, slowly, surely into the ears of the unthinking.

You justify the burnt skin, the orphans, the unending torture as deserved.

Deserved?

How can it be so?

Go tell the orphan, scarred and screaming that her fate was deserved.

Go stand beside mass graves and thumb your nose at the deserving corpses, stained by the blood of ages.

Where is your heart?
does it choke and sputter,
buried beneath your all encompassing loathing?

You call me stupid, maybe so,
my views naive, my compassion wasted
yet my heart beats proudly, swells with love
while my tired eyes drown at the unfolding horror.

War is not a spectator sport,
it is not justifiable, nor deserved.

Call me stupid if you will, ridiculous if you must
call me any number of names in your attack on my spirit
I will not care, I will not bend or bow.
Your hatred will be your undoing.
Not mine

Got into an argument with a 'friend' because he couldnt understand why I won't accept his islamphobic views as my own, I would rather be tainted as stupid than as a bigot.

Aug 2014

Creep

Wishes

I stopped hoping,
because I know these
hopes
dreams
are only just hopes and dreams, and will only be
demolished into bits of pieces,
burned in the fiery bonfires of all the hell before me.

Aug 2014

James Sebastian

It was so

It was so
on that winter morning
that all the grass
and plants were still,
frozen in place by
the cold chill that rested
on our fingertips
and lashes
it was so
on that winter morning
that when you exhaled
the words
‘I don’t love you
anymore’
into the space
between us they
were accompanied by
a reinforcing cloud
of steam
and i could not fathom
how words that cold
could have been warmer
than the air
around us.

#love #life #lost

Aug 2014

SG Holter

Tears in my Eyes

By Paula Lee and Sverre G. Holter

Today I grieve for a love gone,
No reason why, No goodbyes....
Now here I stand on the precipice,
Alone,
Confused,
Tears in my eyes,
Why?

I find I lay my hand on
My own heartside.
You did that once, I remember;
I slept so silently
You had to
Check.
Tears in my eyes.
I know why.

I would give all I own
To feel your love once more,
To hold in my hands, your gift,
The heart I have always adored
On bended knees,
Longing,
Begging!
Tears in my eyes,
Why?

I wish I could tell you why,
But The Question is my lover;
The Answer, my ex.
There's an absence the size and
Shape of a heart by your side.
I hear hands gone knocking on
Doors that never closed; the
Sound of love against
Love.

*You have left me, with no hope,
No heart to hold, no love to share,
You had my heart, so full and pure
Giving yours away to an ex, not there!
You pushed me over the edge
I lay broken at the bottom,
Tears in my eyes...
No More!

Aug 2014

NuurSeraph

Duties of Duality

If I did not notice the Silence,
I would not know varieties of Sound
If I did not know of barren desolation,
I would not meet with Wonder the Nature of The Mother
If not blankets of numb Paralysis take Me
I could not feel Elation of Sensation
If not He, then not She
Duties of Duality is precurse to Selfless Compassion
To Change the World, One must know the Scales of Balance that Mediate the Self, once in Centerline, the Soul can Shine a brilliant Intention that Manifest in Action an Energy of Transformation aligned with Earth. Our Prayers be Heard and appreciated, accepted in Heart of the World shall cometh forth a prosperity and Worth Divine for You and I
So all the Children will Understand Intuitively, merging Mind Eternally. Destiny entwined with Currents We Ride, You decide the Destination.

Changing the World One Heart at a Time.
:-))

Aug 2014

jeffrey robin

another day another RHYMME

(  )
)   (
(     )
)       (
(         )
<            •            >

We are gathered            Here

We are sort of               Gathered

We really have yet to discover why we are here

//

The lonely apparition

The senseless semblance of a man

Mothers
Fathers
Children

Basically              Just hangin around !

•

And in the beginning was the WORD

and it was             JEFFERY

(    No !  No. !!         That can't be right  )

//

It might of been             Something else

•

In the Wild Country with No Name

//

(   But so few people           here     )

•

So
Proud

Of our Pain !

/:/

It is becoming boring

•

//////          ///////

Lookin out the window at the rain

But

Nature's images are as dead as the earth

And the dying is now clearly seen as ******

So you all don't have to cut yer selves no more

Ya just gotta           Wait

•

Within the Light

/:/:/

But

Since so few acknowledge the truth here

But just pretend to be priests or somethin

Babbling some stupid religious **** .....    ?

///

Boring

It's really ******* boring

Can't you do something else but publically die   ?

Aug 2014

Elizabeth Squires

Winsomeness

in the ambiance
of nocturnal dreaming
the goddess of love did speak
her monologue
of divine tidings
rippled across the celestial realms

beautifully she delivered
her pronouncement so fair
which told of an endearment rare

in the heavens
an alignment
she foresaw
her vision
telling of a sublime reverie
joy lasting
eternally

the Venus goddess
knew instinctively
of the happiness
which floated
on the bright
golden sails
of love's
beauty

as she concluded
her eloquent address
the lovers
engaged in a kiss
of winsomeness

Aug 2014

James Sebastian

The angels

I had a dream one day
that all the angels were
dressed in black as
they spoke my name
i thought they lamented
for me but
i realise now they were
mourning our love.

Aug 2014

Ruzica Matic

***

I've been saving my smiles
for stormy skies

for umbrella days
and rainy eyes

for chocolate kisses
and cherry pies

for Turkish delights
and lullabies

for mists and dews
and seagull cries

I've been saving them
for our blue goodbyes

#love #life #smile