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Jan 2015

SG Holter

My father gave me the
Last of his wine.
Thus leaving the rest of that
Habit behind.
His eyes, once blue like skies
Over sea,
Were grey with regret when
He gave it to me.
The older you grow, the
Better it sits,
The bitterness clouding both
Wisdom and wits.
I'm glad he won't know
How well I understand
How much the bottle can
Steal from a man.
If anything's off in your
Body or soul,
If angry or lonely or
Not feeling whole,
The first things to toss so your
Boat doesn't sink,
Are the barrels and bottles marked:
Too Much to Drink.

Jan 2015

Traveler

ECCENTRIC MINDS

Shed some light
And cancel all
The dark day's dawning
Hold the rain
Know that without you
I'll be drowning

Write it down
Burn it in
The sacred cauldron
Touch the gods
Hold the gate
The angel's calling

Touch my heart
Dreams expire
Lay beside me
Warm and tired

Sounds of laughter
Echoes wide
Lost in ether
Eccentric minds

Jan 2015

SøułSurvivør

invisable

~~~

It is all around us
a realm we cannot see
but unlike this weighted world
there we can be free

It is never subject
to senses yet untuned
it is like a vapor
lit only by the moon

another dimension?
perhaps this will explain
but you will surely know it
as an unseen rain

though it has all knowledge
it will only tell
those who practice wisdom
like the music of a shell

but you must place that cockle
to a patient ear
those who are impatient
perhaps will never hear!

you won't see see it glowing
with a human eye
but it is ever present
as real as you or i

though it is very lovely
through spirt-eyes is seen
it is the real world

our own is just a dream.

SoulSurvivor
(C) January 20, 2015

I wish I could say that
I have seen the spirit rhelm
(The side of light)
I saw my bible glowing
and shimmering once
When I opened it
But that is the extent of
My spirit-sight thus far.
I know that I know
It exists.
I pray to experience it again!
Jesus Christ is a real person.
And sometimes He
Manifests Himself to those
Who love Him in spirit and truth.

#invisible #spirit #wisdom #insight

Jan 2015

Poetic T

Moon Shines Curse

It happened every moon that
Filled the sky, the transformation
Couldn't be stopped.
I howled in defiance
I howled to cure the moon
I spoke unto the heavens
"Freedom from you"
I walked the places I could not
Have before, birthday suit
Wasn't the suit to show my
Face arrested for sure.
"Washing lines"
"Like a free store"
Socks,
Knickers,
Trousers,
Then last of all a shirt to finish me off,
Knickers you think?? this doesn't happen
All the time, but I find them nice to the touch.
I could feel you clawing upon the flesh
"Needing release"
But this is the moon of plenty now play
Nice, soon it will be your turn.
I sink pints as if water, then I find
Myself licking at the pint of ale,
Looking around,
Quizative,
Stares,
Beard
Upon my face, weren't you shaven when
You entered this place??
Hoooooowwww.
Do I know, I didn't look in the mirror
Before I left home.
"You drunk fella"
Nooooowwww
Right out the door I was politely
Thrown to the curb.
Well at least I tasted it this time,
"Golden nectar"
The animal is approaching
"My moment has pasted"
As I arch in agony,
Some one kicks me,
"Laughs at my pain"
"Would you like to meet my friend"
"He'll take a bite out of you friend"
Kicked upon the face as clothes shred off.
"The wolf is released"
Gone is man, primal form freedom
From that white hell that plagues
Every full moon,
I clamp down upon
Meat,
Marrow,
Bone
Shatters in my fanged grasp,
As my claws rip upon his throat.
I swipe once more as his head detaches
And leaves a frozen look of terror,
Rolling upon the floor.
I am free, I am the beast as I
Pounce upon road and path,
I reach the outskirts of my home
"I look at the manmade filth"
Howling into the night I am wolf,
Cured to be man for when the moon shines
I am that which is cursed I become man.
.

A twist on the story,,

#man #moon #wolf #claws #birthdaysuit #knickers

Jan 2015

Francie Lynch

The Music of Poetry (a found poem)

Rhythm is found everwhere,
About us in nature,
And in life:
The beat of a heart,
The tick of the clock,
The rain pattering
On the roof,
The left-right
Of marching soldiers,
The one-two or
One-two-three of music
And dancing,
The ta-***, ta-***, ta-***-tum-tum
Of the drum,
The tolling of a church bell,
The clang of a fire bell,
The moaning of the wind
In the trees,
The rise and fall of waves,
The ebb and flow of tides,
The accented,
The unaccented.
All add a chorus
To the music
Of poetry.

A found poem is a poem made from prose. This one comes from "Mastering Effective English," c1961.

#poetry

Jan 2015

Anubis the Philosomancer

Art of Life

The Art of Life is not
avoidance of obstacles;
such a task is folly.

The Art of Life is
manipulation of obstacles.

Jan 2015

Louise

the literal place of my past

I was driven
to repeatedly return
to the 'literal' place of my past.

It was like an obsession!
                  I marched there
                     each day
                        looking ..

but for what I wasn't sure.

So I returned
again and again,
  eyes scanning
   mind rewinding
    in the hope,

that something would connect,
   offer a piece of the puzzle

      a piece of my past ..

           or just ..

                peace.

I recently recalled the time I became obsessed with the place I used to live as a child ( not far from my home now. )
I didn't realise it but I was looking for answers. I never found them.

Jan 2015

Pradip Chattopadhyay

The Questioner

when you go to that lane
where the houses are graves
their rooms only pain
shadows' dark waves

where winds pause morose
light is barred
closed doors and windows
keep sunshine debarred

where walls are deadened
reeking of moss
the way is a dead end
weighed with cross

you would meet a hollow face
covered in hood
who would ask *all these days
you did what good.

Jan 2015

DC raw love

lets go for a walk together

Let's go for a walk together
It's in our thoughts in our mind
It's a beautiful place, it's a fairy tale

There's tall trees and sunshine
There's loving feelings and innocence
There's caring people that like to share

Let's go for a walk together
In our thoughts in our mind
It's a beautiful place, it's a fairy tale

There's happy thoughts with love and care
There's smiling people there everywhere
There laughter where no one hurts.
There's never heart ache and never pain

Let's go for a walk together

Jan 2015

Phosphorimental

Smithereens

Love's mystery unraveling
is a star burning out...
Naught but a flame without its coal;
a constellation sans axis
to circle about.

When it's meaning exceeds
the object of dreams,
Let it go,
let it go to be loved
to smithereens.

http://www.phosphorimental.com/poetry/smithereens/

Jan 2015

DC raw love

have you ever

have you ever lost your keys and have them in your hand

have you ever got out the shower and forgot to rinse the shampoo out of you hair

have you ever locked your keys in the car and left it running

have you ever went shopping and forgot your wallet

have you ever called your girl friend by another girls name

have you ever drove from point a to point b and forget how you got there

have you ever drank a beer with a cigerette but in it

have you ever **** or ****** in your pants, just a little

have you ever threw up on somebody

have you ever forgot where you parked your car

have you ever had a conversation and didn't hear a word

have you ever tell someone you love them and didn't mean it

have you ever found the elf that steals one of every pair of socks, who hides your sun glasses and steals your money

have you ever blacked out from drinking

have you ever got tired of writing

Jan 2015

Traveler

NO WARNING

Beneath the surface darkness dwells
Upon the earth where false gods fell

Behind strange eyes still it shows
Warmth and kindness or wicked soul

Guilt and pain drives down deep
Piles of issues forged to keep

'Til that special day our world explode
And upon our hearts hate takes its toll...

Traveler Tim