Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Timothy Ward Oct 2016
shallow people
seemingly unaware
reviled most
by themselves
deceitful reflectors
loathsome lonesome
interlocutors
lurking
in their own
shadows
devouring affection
utterly incapable
of reciprocity
Every now and then I bump into this type who charm the pants off me - well not quite! - and I have to ask myself to slow the f down Timmy! These are the "shape shifters" who seem to have an uncanny ability to find my tender spots and tap them to their own advantage- if only for the sake of stoking their ego or whatever bizarre agenda they might have. I don't try to figure them out - but time exposes them if they are genuine or not.
We, the single women of this town,
dress beautifully for ourselves, first.

Because it is a celebration to do so.

If you are a gentleman about it,
we appreciate your praise.

If what you feel, if what you have to say,
is steeped in the ignorance of the ages,
in the presumption that we are here
as your playthings, as your entertainment,
then please, pretty please, just keep it to yourself.

*And stay way the hell away from us.
Those of you who have come to know me here through my work know me to be a person of peace and harmony.

I am that.

I am also, when it is called for, a fiercely focused advocate, a tireless woman warrior for the rights of everyone and of anyone, who needs and deserves protection.

After yet one more of us felt the need to file a report of ****** harassment in what is, by and large, an increasingly progressive world, I felt an inner imperative to write these words.

As a matter of fact, none of the other vibrant words forming within me could be born and take form as a poem until I wrote this one.

Please feel free to comment on this extremely sensitive topic with dignity and politeness.

Please also fully understand that these healthy boundaries that have taken me most of a lifetime to put into place are activated and lively now, and if you write anything in any way abusive to anyone, you will be blocked from my page.

Because there just isn't room anymore in my heart or mind for tolerating any abuse, in any form, of myself or anyone else, for even one millisecond longer.

Copyrighted on the 30th of August, 2016, by Elisa Maria Argirò
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2016
.
I have seen ghosts move in long caustic sun,
On shuffled feet, they trod through heavy airs
With eyes blanketed from all that lives growing,
Who knows how far they shall run as they walk,
Dumb before light, shimmers of grace, of flower,
The chalk in their veins flows black under moon,
To speak is to lye, river beds dry, draining forever,
And blood, blue, salted only at the ended journey.
My very dear friends and wonderful, international tribe of poets:
When I first joined you all here last August, I was in a time of deep solitude, culturing inner silence.
It became an ideal time to make real progress with my writing.
The part I had no idea about then, and that has become such a treasured part of my life, is the growth and blossoming of new friendships
with many of you!
On June 2nd, 2016, just over a month ago, I felt an innocent, spontaneous impulse to open up, once again, to the world around me.
After all that immersion in transcendental bliss consciousness, life began presenting me with beautiful new opportunities, which has in turn lead to the most fantastic job I have yet had the honor to call my own, in which I am able to express and employ
all of my particular set of talents and abilities.
Hence, then, my long absence, and my enormous, growing admiration for those of you who have families, jobs,
and also contribute excellent poems here!
*May the force be always with the poets, the writers, the thinkers, the artists... all the good and sincere well-wishers of our dear world family, and of our precious Mother Earth.

(I have just re-written this poem that speaks to my present experience and frame of mind, and thought to offer it again in this context.)


Eyes of Light

Momentarily, two eye-shaped
places in these thick grey clouds
stared directly at me, and there it was:

"Always be truthful.
Always be kind."

Just that.
A reminder.

Slipping down into the place
beyond all words,
feeling knowingness
seeping
into my bones,
residing in quiet bliss,
at home
in my own authenticity.

The lamp at the door shines,
both within, and without
residing, just being,
knowing, in the the words
of Julian of Norwich:
"All shall be well,
and all shall be well
and all manner
of things shall be well.”
©Elisa Maria Argiro
KathleenAMaloney May 2016
One Peace
Barely Visible

Surrounding
Wrapping Itself  
Again and Again
Snapping Desire
Wrapping
Wrapping
Revelling
Heaven
Each Color
A Lifetime of Desire
Given
In an Instant

Anointed
Requiem

Lover's  Smile

Rainbow
Mirror

Chalice
Of the Sun
Next page