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 Sep 2014 Paula Lee
NuurSeraph
Come forth thither~therein lies the dust of Worthy wo/men

Paint not the Saint to be a sinner
pitch accordingly to Prophet's Call
Into Mourning crawls the Child
Twilight's mist brings forth a Wo/Man
Walks the path, long and narrow
led forward by the voiceless Word
Echoes bounce within his skull~
into Verse the messages heard
brought to Song the Sparrow sings
made to beat by Ravens Caw
Swinging Melody sways a Tree
beckons down the Tales of Fall
Onward walks the age'd Seer~
bend of back from Earthen pull
Through the curving Mountain trail,
frail with cane of gnarled wood
Upwards to the Peak he wanders
voiceless whispers the Miracle
Destination as was promised~
arrives the Cave of Oracle.

So now may he rest his weary bones for he has finally travelled Home~
Songs of Nature mark the way much like the poetry of wo/man.
 Sep 2014 Paula Lee
Jack
~

Running in the shadows,
pausing neath the dawn
Climbing in through window sills,
curtains tightly drawn

Checking every corner,
ducking from the light
Hoping for a moment still,
shuttered in the night

Of this love forbidden,
cast of breathless view
Empty pockets, endless need
searching but for you

Can’t you hear me calling,
pebbles hit the glass
Pull me deep into your arms
‘fore the moonbeams pass

Take me as I’m pleading,
knees upon the ground
Staring to your silhouette,
formed of beauty found

Many questions linger,
falling from above
Landing square with weighted pain
saved of all my love

Take a chance, I offer,
let me light the scene
Follow where your heart does lead
here inside this dream

Matters of the distance
collected in the frame
Take my hand it longs for you,
love me once again
 Sep 2014 Paula Lee
Jack
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At the airport,
wishing I was on a different flight
In that dream of mine, it was there! a sense of reality
The world has yet to know of what is cruelty
Darkest of times, Hour to hour of what I saw
People were in shock, in despair, in grief and in awe

Will-o-wisp, it was in my dream! oh, so many and bright
as far as the eye can see, giving off radiant light
Unite! It whispered to me, in a gentle and light breeze
To the victims, tell them this “hope is at your shoulder”

Give them the “hope” oh so shouted the potter
rejoice! For you are here, while pray for the gone
Off, he shouted again, let us take a moment, then move on
Brighter? oh, it seems its already day
“Hope” was what I learned from that dream, that’s what I would say
Find the hidden phrase





#In the darkest hour people will unite to give off brighter hope
                                                                                           -In memory of my old friend who loved writing secret codes into poetry
Books are like us humans
Words that express and shows,
Thoughts that mingle w/ emotions that are written
In blue ink with allies and red with foes

A trek to be read or forgotten
Or a moment to be shared and rejoiced
Uniqueness with words and phrases are the key
But only a few pages there is to see,

Part of history that was lost
Until the faithful and waiting day
It will be carefully and mostly cherished,
The story that would change in a way

But how could it be a good book?
The readers would dreadfully look
Of how short and simple
The life of a man who saved us all

You will not know of how he how fall
For you are hesitant to read
A book with so little pages,
Lines that show the freedom without cages

Thoughts of the mind made to actions
Then those actions written in history
A fight for inner-peace or destruction
To live with Faith, Harmony and glory

Components that show of what is humanity
Books like that are of the utmost rarity
It cannot be judged by its cover,
Judge shall, only after reading and knowing

Of how the thee felt while writing
Then only will you begin to understand
Of how one page of words can turn our destiny around,
Inner contentment can then be found

Life is short and the world is small
But with the continuous thread of string
The red string of faith will then cling
To our diminutive but everlasting story
Up high, in that sky
There are clouds that cry,
Roars that shriek
And emotions that change.

Droplets that mourn,
Light and sound shall rage
Darkness which is accursed
You will see sorrow at first

The clouds and sky will turn dim,
The skylight will grow thin
Finally a tear! drops from one
And the rest from everyone.

Raindrops can be vibrant, subtle or pale
Stories that show us, it’s more than just a tale
Secondly you will see an increasing hue
But only so little and few

Lastly you will see
A beautiful color of sky-blue and purity
Melancholic as it seems
The sky with rainbows is now filled with dreams.
The diminutive seedling,
It putters whilst growing
Becoming a robust bark but with decaying leaves
Life then begins to sprout and weaves

We are the seedling, planted in this very soil we stand
We were the sprout of yesterday
But in time shall be tomorrow’s shade
We must be mature but not staid

We then putter over the early years
Ignorance and dreams then arouses
We then become filled with ambitions and fears
Our bodies are then trained

In conditions with heavy winds and rain
Like the bark, resilient and vigorous
Autumn then comes
Leaves begin to fall and wither

Like our worries are untethered
Yet of all, we must not truncate our branches
We must embellish them instead
We must be strong like the Hemlock!

Winter then follows both the sky and land
Becomes tedious and bland  
Problems then arises but shrouded in the mist
Hazy, vague only to catch a glimpse

But warm tears can melt through
The cold and burdened shoulder,
The storm settles and clouds become mild
The vernal breeze then calms our mind

As we continue to grow,
We find ourselves dazed and entwined
Nonetheless we cannot putter for we are a Hemlock!
We stand tall, and keep our roots intact

Summer comes forth, with warmth and life
Radiance into the leaves,
Free birds that chirp with ease

Our leaves which are crammed with wisdom
Our cones that tells our story
Our barks that had endured the calamity
Our roots that stayed firm regardless the intensity

We had all the fun, laughs and sorrow
We were sprouts but it is our time to sow
We are the young and into the hemlock we shall grow!
Will you grow into a hemlock?
A gust unseen,
as it gently sings
Fellows of a far and distant soil
Love at the rising east,
sorrow at the bellowing west
Marching deep into the shallow
Deeper in the sands is lost desire
As the gust unseen,
continues to sings
with a gentle tune of a lyre

                                                                                  *-Set free the lost winds
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