As you probably know I have been so busy with my books... and I have some Exciting news...
I am so excited... This is such an honor...

I HAVE been nominated Author or the year... Please everyone go vote for me and scroll down and vote for one of my books...

http://poetrybybarrymowles.wordpress.com/d2wp-poetry-awards/


I just leaned that you can vote as many times as you want... hugs...

Blessings to you all

She died,
Blending into this holy world.
Of what was left of her,
Were her glistening eyes,
Looking upon us,
Gazing all the time,
Like shining stars,
In a night sky.
Her omnipresence,
Gave us hope,
While she cast,
Her blessings upon us,
Even when she  was,
Resting in another world.

My days are like never ending dreams;
I'm glad to say I'm happy to be
Alive; in such a daze, I walk in
As I watch Hell's fiery tongue
Retrieve, as my blessings sink in deep
And all my devastation resolves;
In this hectic mess, such happy ends
Must be a hoax; how can someone so
Unlucky have so many miracles?
It must be a dream: please, don't wake up.

Beyond imagination,
Beyond reality,
Your love and blessings are immeasurable,
Yet I  forget;
In despair I return,
Make me strong and compassionate,
Better than I was,
Above all,
Closer to you than ever before.

I spent my day
counting blessings.

One gift of life
that my father
and mother
welcomed as me.

I know how to count,
two follows one,
but amidst much thought
I can't see three.

I'm stuck, entrenched,
mired in the glue
that holds me
where I am.

This second blessing,
the one that defines me,
is like manna from Heaven.

Two hands, holding steadfast
through ups and downs
life and death
sickness and health.

Two looks, eyes to eyes
passing an understanding
through a mere glance.

Two hearts, intertwined
to become one,
beating to a cadence
of love.

I counted my blessings
and got stuck at two.

For there it was
Me and you.

Flooded and doomed alone I stand
Helplessly watching my people fall out of my hand
I wish I could quaff down this copious water
And save them all from this clutter

It takes me back to the bloodshed
When innocent Kashmiris time and again bled
For a war that thrived for my land and soil
Helplessly watching it made my heart coil

I wish to break into a million pieces
When I watch these sorrowful bruised faces
But I am the king of the north
I need to stand tall and face the wrath.

But oh Allah, tell me why do my people suffer?
Can you give me the power to buffer?
I, Jammu & Kashmir plead you to glorify us all
We cannot take another fall

I dream of a day full of joy
Where guns are never replicated even as a toy
I dream of freedom from all bad omen
Please bless each animal, child, man and women.

The people of Pakistan and India are welcome on my land
Only with friendly non-armed hands.
You have no rights to claim me
I am the creator’s property, you shouldn't break me.

Dreams of Tuscany
With drawn lips
Portrayed like a silver chain
Where hearts surge to follow
Feathers from wings of night
Sits a poet with the stirring of light
Paints a pretty picture
With their words of life
That echoes through their corridors of their mind
Their hearts hold many sorrows riding low in life
Many battles have been won
With their mighty muse
Many blessings to each dear
Poet for all the obstacles
To overcome.
Sweet thoughts to each one that must write this very night....*


By: Debbie Brooks

Twining
these wings in diversion

I've elapsed..

there Is no misreading

these wings exhaust

breaking away

to the milky way moon
and dark ivory sea
with swaying hips
glowing by the glint
in a raven vault of heaven

..

vapor
lanced inside me
like a helix

and your lambent visage
is etched by our waves

you endure
emptiness with you

except
the delicate rosey interior you
had coveted in the passed

you had set free the anchor

and forsakened the charity

depleted blue reflections
grow vaguely in my hand

so i bandaged up my box
of its battered soul ,
and i stitched myself shut

and i abandoned your escape
of memory

[ ||. ]

hostile. incisive. and sunkened
in this entity i revered
you will somehow
breathe me into exaultaion
for the final time
-before all else maybe-

you and I
two serpants intertwine
we brutaly encircle as one

you are the zeal
no more

in the act of the dying beat

i lay it to rest
as you dreamed

one of these nights
it will shatter skyward
it will tred lightly in your inkling
in baptizems of sand
in torrents of blood

~

in each other

languishing

missing you.

© S.T. Rebel of Eden