Poets' Window

Martin Kennedy "Mirror" (second)

2010-03-19T16:49:00.000Z

reflecting back a knew light engaged
in sight seeing thy soul fly in mists
window so high.

new world the story in portrait shape
looking back looking in at the reflecting
king.

colours of this rainbow a wash with gold
shining eyes peering out sing and shout
for the untamed mirror clearer now
for it sees summers sun cleaning
house.

Mirror by Justine

2010-03-17T13:06:00.001Z

You’re My Mirror

Telling lies, that I’m okay
No conscience
Exact, I think,
Always reflective
Of the outside
Only in segments
Portions,
In Stages 123
Unless in full length

The cracked mirrors
More revealing
More accurate
Maybe,
Like a rippled lake
Trying to show
More depth

Mirrored,
No warmth,
Cold and hard
You’re shallow, flat
A copycat

You stare at
Off white walls
Magnolia,
Chip wood
And doors
All sorts
Hallways and stairs

Sometimes you catch me
In passing
In reflection
I see you,
I smile and
You smile back
I cry and
You reply
Simultaneously,
With tears

I bleed and
You copy
I laugh, but its
Not funny
I’m only laughing
on the outside
But you don’t know that
Cos your
Only a mirror

You don’t have ears
But you hear everything,
You’re not nosey
Just very aware,
One-dimensional.
You take the stance
Of face value

Cold,
Smooth,
You have
No other option,
You don’t smell
Or record
You’re just a voyeur

Your taste is of
The moment
The seconds
The minute

No record
No memory
Only the present
No worries

But you have
Something special
Like a cat,
You can see
In the dark

Justine McLaughlin

Mirror By Martin Kennedy

2010-03-15T16:55:00.001Z

reflecting back images of chance
enhancing light space and view
looking through windows blue glass

seeing two glancing new
flying flight dancing through reflection
within the sand crystal clue cosmic
glue climb on through to the next space

spying eyes shooting skys light
taking flight seeing a refective view
its breaking in opening thy door to
next worlds. a shore line of skipping rainbows
souls die and joy of living again so romancing

oh fires joyous toy sitting up on a wall
saying i'm the prettiest of them all
call an' see me reflected on thy waterfall
renewing yesterdays call.

Mirror By Maddy

2010-03-12T12:54:00.000Z

Mirror

Mirror Mirror on the wall
I woke one morning seeing a birdie,
having a chat with himself in a mirror
standing against the back yard wall.

Very funny, i can not explain the sight i saw
The feeling inside me shifted to thought....

Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me, did we humans do the same,
A very very long time ago?
Our reflection shining back in the river flow.

Mirror mirror on the wall
Did we manage to see the image of Self?
I have to admit you are a brilliant tool
Somehow I know your follower will not be fooled.

Mirror By Erato (In French)

2010-03-10T16:03:00.001Z

Miroir miroir
Dans tes yeux je lis
Le noir et la vie
Le reflet soudain
D’une joie sans fin
La beauté du soir
L’éphémère jour
Le temps passoire
Et l’espace qui court
Miroir miroir
Dans tes yeux je lis
Une âme qui jouit
De l’espoir infini
Une lumière jaillit
Et mon cœur sourit…

Mirror By Val Fletcher

2010-03-05T16:57:00.002Z

The eyes are the mirror of our soul, the mirror shows us our face, our face shows our mood and our smile can change the day, and change the way we feel. Look in the mirror and see yourself, erase the frown thats lurking there, its all too easy to forget, smile and see the change and feel the change, you can only feel good and see the effect of a smile on other people when you smile at them, like a mirror they always smile back and that makes for a good day.

Mirror by Keith Mortimer Clancy

2010-03-01T12:31:00.001Z

MIRROR
by Keith Mortimer Clancy

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Today,....I feel small
And locked out from my own love,
Every day I suffer but,
Strange as it seems I know,
My love lives more pure inside than ever,

I may be locked out of the garden so,
I shall spend my time ......
Inventing the smells,
Inventing the colours,
Inventing my own sounds of water running
I shall make and need my heart to reopen so much,
That such longing itself shall be my suffice

I shall spen this time thinking
Of those like me with closed hearts
I shall want always for them to join me,
In smashing down these gates which have barred all lovely,
People from the Gardens.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
What advice have you, for us all?

Seize the day by Sean

2010-02-28T15:35:00.003Z

Seize the day
Stand
Stand
Stand and be counted
Make a stand
Show your hand
Strong tall small hand
Action
Then acceptance is the key
Open the lock
walk through the door
walk with the Gods
and bear fruit
and give freely to those
who inhabit your orbit
Seize the day
Today is the day
to change the world

Seize the day - Anthony Greene

2010-02-26T17:31:00.001Z

Carpe Diem

In the still of the night
and in your most tranquil of moments
let no-one stop you
hold close to you heart
your dreams and desires
for they are precious, and vital
so seize the day
and don't get trampled underfoot
by negativity and pessimistic attitudes

For when you want to fly
you should be able to
and whoever wants to clip your wings
will be a far distant memory
Seize the day, my friend, my lover
for tomorrow it will be too late.

Seize the day by Martin Kennedy

2010-02-26T17:29:00.000Z

captureing a moment sowing a
seed following each lead reading a
smile.

every second a chance to enhance
days virtue grow into journey
enjoying the life breathing still
air

confidence is bliss careing to
care once there walk with prayer
this life very rare.

taste gods crystal fair talk listen
dont go missing stand up be brave
save that wave who has sung a
song.

life not long to just go along
be a leaf an grow some wings
sing each day as if its your last cause
some day it will be look in thy mirror
and say this is the day and it will be
ok.

Love Today by Malika

2010-02-22T10:29:00.000Z

In the beginning…..

In the darkness, in the vacuum of time. Where nothing exists. There is a loneliness, an emptiness, a void. But there is a power beyond even the Void. There is the Nameless One. The One. The one which exists without time and space. It is an Energy. The Energy has a blinding Force radiating forth a great Power. And out pours Light and Sound. And out of this blinding Light and deafening Sound the Universe spins and creation is Born.

The Ocean of Bliss pours forth and in this Ocean of Bliss which reaches out to all the aeons of time and space and energy pours forth. It is true Bliss. It is the Ocean of Love. For love is the Truth that is the Only Truth which exists.

The Master of Love calls upon his Holy Angel. And commands the Angel to go forth and be the Master of this Ocean. The Angel is a humble Servant of the One.
The Angel is broken and does not want to leave the foot of the Nameless One. With great despair the Holy Angel goes to the Ocean of Bliss and makes his way to the edge of the Ocean. He looks down at the Ocean and has his own passions and ambitions. He takes his own will before him and with a great desire to have the Power of the Nameless One. The Angel is jealous of the The One. He wants to be the One. He turns his back upon the Powerful Force and trickles dirt into the Ocean of Bliss. “You are mine.” The Angel says under his breath. “You will be mine forever. I am your Master. I will drink from the Ocean of Bliss forever and with it’s Power I will bestow upon all that drink from this Ocean the Power. But it is not the real Power you will have. I will destroy all your Power by diluting your Power with falsities. I am the new creator. You are mine. All mine.”

The Master of Love had great Pity upon the Angel on hearing this. The Master of Love only knows Love and only has great Love for the Holy Angel who has betrayed Him. The Love said, “My dear Servant. You have your own desires other than to serve Me. You want the New World I have created. You want your own power. I have only Love. I am Love. I love you my Angel. Have my world. I give it to you to. It is my gift to you. Make of it what you will. But remember me. For all the wars you create, all the hatred for each other, all the murders and deaths, all the lustful prostitution and greed for power you create. Remember one thing my Angel; that all you are Master of my Ocean of Bliss. And Bliss it is. And Bliss it will always be. And to Bliss it will become again when the Ocean merges back to me. For I am the Source of this Bliss. I am the creator of this Bliss. For I am the One. I am the Love. I am Love. And all the dirt that you throw into my Ocean of Bliss shall evaporate in the Prayers of my drops in the Ocean. Each drop shall call for me. Each drop shall be cleansed as they call to me. For I am here. And I will always be here. You are finite my Angel. Your power has no permanents. You are the passing of time. I am Time. I am beyond Time. Each drop shall be washed and purified by the longing to be Bliss.

And so began the beginning of the struggle and the surrender. For Love is Pure. We are all made of Love. We come from Love and we go back to Love. We are Love. The Ocean of Bliss shall return to the Source of Love and be Loved.

Amen.

Seize the day by Tiennak

2010-02-19T13:25:00.002Z

Amongst London's crowds she sat, how she stared
as people walked by without much of a care
eyes open wide looking first left then right
no-one would stop to hear her solitary plight

Her mind started racing, now what could she do?
To make someone listen, just for a few..
She plucked up all courage and halted him there
A loner, a stranger, with gorgeous long hair!

Yes? smiled he, care for tea? declared she
shocked silence, they glared, why not? I am free!
a moment of boldness, they conversed with ease
He felt so alive, and she, rather pleased

The afternoon ended without but a flaw
when she was compelled to hold open the door
Outside it was raining, when something occured
He took off his jacket protecting his girl

They walked to the station where he kissed her cheek
and sweetly implored we must meet next week
clasping hands with the next date assured
how love did blossom when reversed roles restored

Sieze the day by Val Fletcher

2010-02-12T13:48:00.001Z

Carpe Diem is on the ring I wear,
it reminds me to seize the day,
only once are we here and the time will fly,
so let nothing get in your way,
leave yourself with no regrets enjoy each and everthing you do,
do good,be kind,be honest ,dont lie.
Breathe the air,see the sky,
find good in everything and everyone,
in all you do find satisfaction,do it well,
but most of all have fun.
See the world and people around you,
spread your wings and make the best of all you can,
enjoy your friends and family and
make the best of the day each and everyone.

Seize the day by Justine McLaughlin

2010-02-12T13:47:00.000Z

‘Seize the Day’

The Thief

Never quite managed to
Seize the day
Excuses roll and rap
It’s too cold
It’s too noisy
It’s too…….

So once again
Locked in voluntary isolation
I write another poem

Another excuse

If only I could
Cross that line
Between in and out
Or join the dots
Between home and town
Or that bridge between
You and me

Maybe then
I could seize, the moment
The day,
Time

But the Invisible thief
Is on the loose again
So who knows?
What tomorrow will bring

Justine McLaughlin

Seize the day by Maddy

2010-02-12T13:22:00.001Z

"Sieze the day"

Sieze the day?
But its January!!
and its been fantastically grey.

Im wishing for May...
bring on brighter days,
Lighter feelings,
upbeat happenings.

I am normally one to sieze each Day,
but right now i am praying for May.

Seize the Day by Rae Louise Jones

2010-02-10T12:48:00.000Z

To Be
By Rae Louise Jones

Am I locked inside this cage,
Or am I here by choice?

If I stay:
I can keep the feasts and riches
Showered down on me by the Gods

If I escape:
I can explore new lands and territories,
I will have a tale to tell

I had the strength to bend and break the bars,
But do I have the strength to leave?
I stand here at the border,
Neither trapped nor free,
A leopard never changes its spots, they say,
But mine are changing all the time

I stand here at the border,
A sultry feline silhouette,
The people who come to see me through the bars
Carry themselves around
Like pieces of old junk
But I look down at my body,
And see my spots evolving
Into precious jewels scaling my skin

I stand here at the border,
Clawing away at the surface,
Ready to make a move…
For I know what it means To Be

Courage by Anissa

2010-02-03T13:28:00.001Z

Courage
Soldier’s courage

Lying in his army bunk
Sleep won’t come
Dreaming of home
Missing his wife
Empty space by his side
Won’t be long
Must stay strong

Mother’s courage
Cross at her chest
Praying her only son
Survives the carnage
Dangerous world
She bore him to
War never ending

Hears his voice through the winter air
Whispers please take care

Sister’s courage
Reads brothers written words
Beautiful bond
Reminiscing
Missing her twin
So long it’s been

Hears his voice through the winter air
Whispers do take care

Lover’s courage
Weeps as he leaves
Kissing goodbye
Loving him more and more
Hears his voice through the winter air

Whispers, love take care.

Courage by Martin Kennedy

2010-02-01T12:47:00.005Z

brave life
walking anew
under mask
under shoe
me or you.

blue spoon
digging holes
through natures soul.

standing tall
building
sea wall
spirit calling
in this great hall.

bursting ball
renewing echoes call
dancing, romancing
life’s fancy
cheer- it’s so clear.

Journey by Sean

2010-02-01T12:47:00.004Z

The Longest journey you will ever make
is from the head to the heart
The force is within us all
I am told
but we need to call
before or after the fall
may the force be with you
if you travel the longest
journey of them all

Courage by Ambrose Nzeyimana

2010-01-16T10:56:00.000Z

COURAGE

She is unbeatable
She who died several times
But didn’t fade away with time
She resuscitated all those times

Responding to a higher call
She couldn’t let it go
She couldn’t resist
The beauty of being
There for others
More needy than she was

She decided to be with them
Starting by honouring the dead
A crime she could die for
Ready for it when it would come

She would’ve lived a worthy life
Those left behind
Following in her footsteps
Keeping alive the flame
That’s the only worthy life

A life of courage
At the service of others

By Ambrose Nzeyimana

Rebel Poet Favourite Poem by Rebel Poet

2010-01-15T15:52:00.000Z

She sits there in the candlelight
With a blanket over her head
Trying to keep her self-warm
And eating a piece of stale bread
She spent all her money
Paying her gas bill
And now she sits in the cold
Suffering from a winters chill
If only she came from abroad
More money she would have got
Like being an asylum seeker
They seem to get the lot
Even though she is English
And her husband fought in the war
She just gets treated differently
And not on an even par
She won’t turn on her gas again
For the bill it gets to high
And when she ask the government for help
They won’t even try
To take her out of poverty
And show her some respect
Because she is old now
Her claim is marked reject

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Lucy Coats Favourite Poem - The Heart's Desire is Full of Sleep by Ruth Pitter

2010-01-15T15:50:00.002Z

The Heart’s Desire is Full of Sleep by Ruth Pitter

The heart’s desire is full of sleep.
For men who have their will
Have gained a good they cannot keep,
And must go down the hill.

Not questioning the seas and skies,
Not questioning the years;
For life itself has closed their eyes,
And life has stopped their ears.

But some, true emperors of desire,
True heirs to all regret,
Strangers and pilgrims, still enquire
For what they never get.

For what they know is not on earth
They seek until they find;
The children hopeful in their mirth,
The old but part resigned.

And though they cannot see love’s face
They tread his former track;
They know him by his empty place,
They know him by his lack.

I seek the company of such,
I wear that worn attire,
For I am one who has had much,
But not the heart’s desire.

Val's Favourite Poem - If by Rudyard Kiping

2010-01-15T15:48:00.001Z

IF.....

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

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Rudyard Kipling my favourite poem by Val Fletcher

Courage By Val Fletcher

2010-01-15T15:43:00.001Z

Where do we find the courage to face our fears each day
its hard to say but all in all we always find a way.
Life can sometimes be a struggle
it can also be a fight,
so its very hard sometimes to see a chink of light
So what can one do but soldier on and hold ones head up high
smell the air and see the clouds and hope for a clear blue sky.
Chase away the darkness let the sun shine in,and hope that as is always said
there is a silver lining

Courage by Clancy

2010-01-11T13:08:00.003Z

All Human Beings
by Keith Mortimer Clancy

Courage! You have huge amounts of courage,
All of you each and every one of you.
The interesting bit and this is the interesting bit?
IS - DO you have the courage to believe that

Aaron Flynn's Favourite Poem - Anyone lived in a pretty how town by e e cummings

2010-01-10T21:25:00.005Z

anyone lived in a pretty how town by e e cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

Annissa's Favourite Poem - W H Auden Stop the clocks

2010-01-10T21:22:00.001Z

Stop all the clocks cut if the telephone

By WH Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

-W.H. Auden (1907-1973)

Favourite Poem - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock Submitted by Phildel

2010-01-08T15:35:00.003Z

Submitted by Phildel

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo
Questa fiamma staria sensa piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero
Sensa tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question . . .
Oh, do not ask, ‘What is it?’
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, ‘Do I dare?’ and, ‘Do I dare?’
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
[They will say: ‘How his hair is growing thin!’]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: ‘But how his arms and legs are thin!’]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?

. . . . .

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? . . .

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

. . . . .

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep . . . tired . . . or it malingers
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: ‘I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all’—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: ‘That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.’

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
‘That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant at all.’

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old . . . I grow old . . .
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Favourite Poem - Henry David Thoreau

2010-01-08T09:08:00.000Z

This was submitted by Peter Hugo McClure as his Favourite Poem
Henry David Thoreau:

Fame cannot tempt the Bard
Who's famous with his God

Nor Laurel him reward
Who has his Maker''s nod

Liberty by Paul Eluard - (translation) Erato's Fav Poem

2010-01-07T17:08:00.001Z

Paul Eluard
in Poésies et vérités 1942
Ed. de Minuit, 1942

Liberty
On my notebooks from school
On my desk and the trees
On the sand on the snow
I write your name

On every page read
On all the white sheets
Stone blood paper or ash
I write your name

On the golden images
On the soldier’s weapons
On the crowns of kings
I write your name

On the jungle the desert
The nests and the bushes
On the echo of childhood
I write your name

On the wonder of nights
On the white bread of days
On the seasons engaged
I write your name

On all my blue rags
On the pond mildewed sun
On the lake living moon
I write your name

On the fields the horizon
The wings of the birds
On the windmill of shadows
I write your name

On the foam of the clouds
On the sweat of the storm
On dark insipid rain
I write your name

On the glittering forms
On the bells of colour
On physical truth
I write your name

On the wakened paths
On the opened ways
On the scattered places
I write your name

On the lamp that gives light
On the lamp that is drowned
On my house reunited
I write your name

On the bisected fruit
Of my mirror and room
On my bed’s empty shell
I write your name

On my dog greedy tender
On his listening ears
On his awkward paws
I write your name

On the sill of my door
On familiar things
On the fire’s sacred stream
I write your name

On all flesh that’s in tune
On the brows of my friends
On each hand that extends
I write your name

On the glass of surprises
On lips that attend
High over the silence
I write your name

On my ravaged refuges
On my fallen lighthouses
On the walls of my boredom
I write your name

On passionless absence
On naked solitude
On the marches of death
I write your name

On health that’s regained
On danger that’s past
On hope without memories
I write your name

By the power of the word
I regain my life
I was born to know you
And to name you

LIBERTY

Courage by Maddy

2010-01-07T17:05:00.001Z

"It takes a lot of courage,
to choose and know the best way.
do you choose grey or wants to play.
It takes a lot of courage,
to get to know yourself,

Choosing the right thought,
that makes you feel good,
It takes a lot of courage,
to be your own best friend.

It takes courage to grow not just old,
but to experience a thousand stories to be told.
Courage to step out of your comfort zone,
to take that leap of faith
don't always just play it safe.

2010-01-05T10:27:00.001Z

Courage by Lucy Coats

2010-01-04T10:13:00.001Z

Mother Courage

Come walk with me.

Let's breach the bridge of years,

pluck each shaped stone of life

to hurl at stars

or hold as memory.

When I was small

the smell of you was safety.

The shape of your hands—

scarred with blood, bone and blessed Earth—

became my home as soon as held.

Your gallant rain-bowed figure,

trudging before,

became my beacon and my hope.

So dance, my Mother Courage,

come and dance,

for time is bending, braving out the wind.

Old age and I shall crown you queen of queens—

and cherish winter’s memories of spring

Christmas by Erato

2009-12-29T08:13:00.001Z

I was working at the restaurant
Roast carrot and coconut soup serving
Started snowing…
White flakes dropping
Like doves’ feathers
Everything went slowlier
Earth seemed lighter
Elevating itself
Cotton cocoon
« I’ll have a black coffee »
« Americano ? »
« Black coffee »
« Double espresso ? »
« Black Coffee »
« Yes sure »…Smile and nod
Black, white, on the side…
On my break
Went for a three scoops ice cream
The creamy unctuous smooth white one
They call it vanilla
It is not
Reminds me of summer taste in Greece
Though the waitress tells me
It comes from a dairy
In Devon
Whatever…
Smile and nod.
It all started with some snow falling…

Journey by Martin Kennedy

2009-12-28T16:19:00.000Z

transendence from within
a voyage across ones naked
sky

pillars on high echos below
snow drifts and elephants slow

show a knew one step two
it begins flowing time universe to
climb

womb of now tress will grow
nature a virtue life a blink think oh think
we are the link.

Journey by Erato

2009-12-28T15:59:00.002Z

Life is a wavy journey
Awakening to the appreciation
Balancing the pink with the grey
Day after day
Enjoying the spell of one sunshine ray :
The warm smile in the eyes of the old lady- while I'm waiting for the bus
The three girls having a wee laugh- not caring about anything
The little boy playing with air, gently- in his own funny world

One day I woke up in the desert- Emptiness
Feeling full of anxiety and loneliness
Where was the salvatory string
I used to cling
Myself am I thus keeping
My brain not working but just following ?

I closed my eyes
Opened my senses
Recognised the smell of the sea in the blowing wind
Listened to the tree leaves whispering a secret centuries old
And found faith in the elementary peace
Of mind.
I became aware of 'me', here and now
Hearing not that far away symphony
Called 'Life's Journey'.

The puzzle is not set
Each day a new piece
Sometimes my own shadow scares me still…

Je ne connais pas le fin mot de l’histoire
Mais je crois en une destinée et ses multiples trajectoires
Prendre les choses comme elles vont
Croire en l’Amour en tant que tel
Moteur universel
De paix avec soi
De paix avec l’Autre
Suivre son chemin
Tracé par son instinct
Life is an everyday journey.

Journey by Asil

2009-12-27T15:22:00.003Z

The sun rose over the red city / The market stallers made their way to their place of residence - the souq / The travellers embarked on what would seem like another episode in their journey / The city became a sea of colours, until all became green and blue / The road seemed neverending, mystical / The travellers weaved through the mountains, taking narrow turns at heart racing speeds, feeling almost like they were flying / The dream cut short / The colours hazed into one as the car spun and rolled in the air / The car froze / The world paused / The traveller's minds turning into a state of half dead half alive, carried on to what could only be described and thought of as heaven / Heaven was shaped as a thundering waterfall in a vast evergreen / If heaven could be a place on earth - it would be this.

Poem set in Morocco. The travellers are two girls who rolled a car over a mountain edge and were saved from certain death by a solitary tree.

Winter Solstice by Val Fletcher

2009-12-21T11:50:00.002Z

Winters firm grip has held us fast, snow and frost, winds icy blast, the green hills painted white, the trees stiff and starched, the days bright and sunny now, the grip loosening at last. The solstice is here and the shortest day now past. The spring so near yet so far away, but some things are stirring in the longer days, the skies are clear and bright these nights the moon a glowing ball, the trees in shadow on the hills. The oak and ash so tall, not so long now the warmer sun will open little flowers, the spring days will be here to wet us with her showers.

Val Fletcher

Journey by Anissa

2009-12-18T09:07:00.000Z

Anissa Ladjemi Journey Poem

A foreign land
Her place of birth
Crowds of people
Never fitting in
On the outside looking in
At ease, no
Forever alone

Countries she’s travelled
Not knowing her way
Many paths she has chosen
No compass to guide
Instinct will suffice
Keeps her from harm
Pulls her through

Never the same
Fearful spirit cannot be tamed
Dark stark hotel rooms
Taking comfort in stranger’s arms
No questions asked
Running away from her past
Burden deep in her heart
Escapism is her art

Must confront one’s sins
On the outside looking in
Forever alone
No more running
Journey’s end
Hand shaking she picks up the phone
Mother can I come home?

Journey

2009-12-16T20:47:00.002Z

by Fassbinder

A Christmas poem by Stephen Leake

2009-12-13T11:00:00.001Z

Presence

Across the dark, a robin learns the Winter.
A candle dissolves; frank and sensuous
Against the extending light.
The streets remain illegible with snow.

I travel through you; uncurling
Where weather decorates the night
And naves of Christmas pines
Grasp human shadows.

Alone I go, echoing carols
In powdered places. Echoes that are glorified.
Prolonged.

Until I find you on the bench
Pressed with our pasts.
A child again. Tricked and traced by
Memory’s gift. Lasting. Imprinted.

A proof of the year’s new world.

This Christmas poem 'Presence' has been scored for orchestra and choir by Jon William Jones and was premiered at Gettysburg College, Dec. 2008.
It will also appear in the Times Literary Supplement this month.

Journey by Rae Louise Jones

2009-12-07T18:33:00.003Z

The Train Journey
By Rae Louise Jones

Cities and towns and fields and stretches of absolute nothingness, / Speeding through a lifetime just to see your face once more. / Plugged in, the singing songs through my headphones, / The soundtrack to my anticipating thoughts of our joyful reunion. / I nibble at my lunch, bought at the station from which my journey began, / I’m thinking of you, trying to imagine your own anticipating thoughts of my arrival back home.

I ignore the loud and restless children just a few seats away; / I was once your own, as we travelled these metallic strings, / My young and naïve boredom, as we journeyed to meet your fashionable friends. /
Through tunnels I sigh with bliss, I hold my breath to hear the familiar, haunting, whining sounds / As the train pulls away from alien stations. / I phone to let you know how long I shall be. I can hear your voice, but it’s just not the same.

How early will you get there? Are you as excited to see me as you say you are? / Will you run towards me, scoop me in your arms, spin me into the air? / I guess I’m too old for that now. Silently I slipped away this morning / From stuffy rooms filled with other people’s mess and their messy mistakes / To return to the thing I’d never wanted to leave behind. / I clutch in my hand the letter you sent me, not long after I’d first left. / Were they my tears or yours that smudged your words upon the page?

The train pulls into the station. My heart is beating ever so fast. / The speakers greet me with their “Mind The Gap” poetry. / The other passengers rush me onto the platform, without my feet ever touching the ground. / Where are you? You said you’d be here on time. / My first dancing moments back home are spent dodging between commuters, / Dragging my suitcase, scanning the scene, checking my ticket, checking the time, / Fearing the worst…

And then I see you.

We suggest perhaps pasting the poem into a word doc or such. Blog only alows a certain number of characters per line (anyone know how to change that please do tell)

Journey by Val Fletcher

2009-12-05T16:35:00.002Z

My energy ebbed and flowed, I knew it would be a long road, but every journey begins with one small step, so onwards and upwards I strode. As a child the world was wonderous to me, as I grew and learned and found my way, made friends, loved family, and became who I am today, on my journey I have been happy, but also I have been sad but I would not change the journey that I have had. My time is now my own so another journey has begun, one where I fly over deserts and mountains and sea and sky are one, I meet people of many cultures I eat many different foods, and share a little of their lives and all their different moods. We part and always say we will keep in touch, we do because we have shared so much. My journey in some ways has been tough with heartbreak on the way, but that behind me now I feel ready to go on and though it might get rough, but with hope and stregnth I will carry on, I hope to more adventure and fun.

- Val Fletcher.

Journey by Maddy

2009-12-04T12:22:00.004Z

I feel so blessed

I feel so grateful

To be able to travel on

My journey i'm in awe.

How far have I come?

How far still to go?

This world is beautiful,

I feel so joyful.

Have i stopped here before?

In a world where nothing is certain,

But change and growing old seems scary

Best to try growing wise and be merry!!

Journey by Aaron Flynn

2009-12-01T19:51:00.002Z

Here to there,
And back,
Or not,
Maybe further along than that
Or less
Or even stay when you get there
Never to return
Or just to visit (grudging or not)
From the womb to your tomb
From one crotch to another
Lover above us
Or below
So slow
Or too fast
Too narrow
Or too vast
In the future,
Present
Past.
This life will never last
So enjoy while it’s here.
Every day is a journey.
Every hour.

Swoop by Sean

2009-11-28T18:56:00.000Z

I am on the top of
A mountain
Above the clouds
I see a break in the clouds

'Jump jump jump'
'You have wings'
'And you can fly'
I hear my heart cry

I was bored on the
Mountain top
So I jumped
And grapped the air

Like a rock i drop
Free fall
Spread my wings
I can fly

Swoop
Swooping
Diving gliding
I arrive on earth

Swoop by Martin Kennedy

2009-11-28T13:48:00.001Z

Swoop.

Falling clouds in ocean
Grounds forest crying
Heaven calling.

Attacting streams
Moving dreams eyes
Swooping down.

Tired cry space so
High these hands
Move and touch
The sky.

Swoop by Stephen Leake

2009-11-23T09:15:00.005Z

Swoop

So they arrived, over the window,

Flying into my marooned frame

Suddenly. Their eyes radiating

Through the iron drifts of cloud;

Their voices, grazing the air.

They brought memories of words

In their worldly beaks and I ran to

Them …seeking refuge in their

Flight-paths, their lost discords.

Now, mere gasps in the strengthening

Wake of light.

For more info on Stephen Leake:

www.writesight.com/writers/sleake

* Look out for his Christmas poem 'Presence' to be printed in the Times Literary Supplement, Dec. 2009.

Next Theme

2009-11-22T18:17:00.002Z

Journey was voted as our next Theme.

And, no point in gnoring it, so please send us any poems that, for you, have something to do with Christmas. Or the Winter Solstice.

Be they what they may. Maybe you love spending time with the family? Love Winter? Hate Christmas jingles.... :)

Swoop by Gem

2009-11-20T09:09:00.000Z

Swoop

Gliding on a upward draft
Wing out streached
Glinting eye

The world out streached
Soring high
Pray in eye

Her body sleek
Swooping deep
Death by eye

2009-11-17T12:00:00.002Z

Swoop.
Photo taken by Fassbinder while on a trip to the Isle of Wight

Swoop by Fassbinder

2009-11-16T23:08:00.006Z

Swoop by Fassbinder

The Highway Code in Rhyl
Is overlooked
And lovers
Of the over-cooked
Bend
Should descend
On Rhyl.

One Nil to the Lexus!
The honourable roadkill
It’s animal pelt
Poulticed to the radiator grille

‘That’s just the way it is.
Some things will never change’-

Sings the sales rep
Speeding to Bruce Hornsby
& The Range. Imagines the fender:
A bonnet caked in mange.
The nearest thing to ‘company’
He’ll get.
In his company car.

A kestrel coasts on thermals
Between Clywd clouds
And road-flanked Poplars
Waiting to swoop

----------------------------

A Lexus
Refusing to move down
A gear. Caught out
Takes the corner at forty. Careers.
Slides. Then plunges.
A huge descent …

Overturned.
Crushed.At the foot of the cliffs.
Silent and static
Save a heavenwards pair
of offside spinning hubcaps
And Magic FM still
Playing:

“That’s just the way it is.
Some things will never change”.

A kestrel coasts on thermals
Between Clywd clouds
And road-flanked Poplars
Waiting to swoop
Waiting to swoop
Waiting to swoop
On Rhyl.

The Highway Code in Rhyl
Is overlooked
And lovers
Of the over-cooked
Bend
Should descend on Rhyl.

Swoop by Maddy

2009-11-15T17:47:00.002Z

I look around in the shadows
Predators wait, they are hunting
Waiting for prey to scoop

An Eagle crashing down the meadows
In seconds the prey is swooped

The first thought is wonderment
To the beautiful Eagle so elegant, fast
Definitely not an easy task

But then the overwhelming feeling
Of a life lost

But that is the way the circle of life swung
For one has to go up high and come very low
To complete the full circle of a beautiful swoop

Swoop by Lucy Coats

2009-11-13T09:15:00.001Z

Stormswoop
Swallowsong splinters
shriek across sky,
stormswoop of arrow notes
piercing thunderheads
with needles of sound;
releasing rain
down
--------and
---------------------down
sharp, stumbling drops,
stinging, pricking,
stabbing dry earth
to life.

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Next theme: Journey

2009-11-12T20:49:00.004Z

With over 50% of the votes the next theme is: Journey

Journey 18 (52%)Wealth 15 (44%)
Fruit 14 (41%)
Fall 12 (35%)
End 8 (23%)

Swoop by Lilly Decedere

2009-11-09T09:14:00.000Z

Swoop

My body fell, awkwardly.
Brawny concrete hugged my aching spine,
Dear oils and man's sweet sap
enriched my gashed gown,
Intricate anxiety penetrated my cold heart,
You swooped so cruelly!
It always happens when you most expect it...

Hope by Val Fletcher

2009-11-08T15:05:00.002Z

Not this months theme but hey...

Hope

I am a soldier of courage, and I know that you are too, so whatever life can throw at us we strive to make it through. The ups and downs, the highs and lows, it never rains but it pours, and then it hails and snows. Still we struggle on, and still we fight the fight, because we know that with luck and hope one day things may come right. So with heads held high we carry on hoping its not for much longer,and we all know very well that which does not kill us only makes us stronger.

By Val Fletcher

Swoop by Val Fletcher

2009-11-05T14:04:00.002Z

Swoop

One thing i like very much is when the swallows swoop, its usually early evening when they come out to feed and they loop the loop. They like to swoop above the water and catch insects for their tea, and as they fly and swoop around they seem to say look at me, I can fly and swoop around while you can only watch from down there on the ground. And yes that is so and I stand and watch in awe, and admire you little swallows for now and evermore.

- Val Fletcher

Swoop by Aaron Flynn

2009-11-03T16:10:00.000Z

Swoop...

Descend on shafts of light;
seek out the truths which elude you
from your perch
up there
so clinical and detached.
Come down.
Where all is real.
Where pain is felt
and not just imagined,
not merely a philosophical debate
on synapses and nerves,
but all too sharp, and cruel
and real.

2009-11-03T08:22:00.001Z

"The quality of decision is like the well-timed swoop of a falcon which enables it to strike and destroy its victim."

-Sun Tzu

Virtues by Gemma

2009-11-01T10:39:00.000Z

Virtues

Kneeling on the ground
her hands together
her mouth muttering silent words
her eyes closed

A single tear
she kneels in silence
blessed by a golden light
protected in her virtues

The daemons circle her
a gnashing of teeth
claws ready to snatch
sniffing the air

she keeps the faith
she holds on
repeating her promises
reciting her mantra

They try different tricks
weaving dark thoughts
sowing seeds of doughty
untrusting feelings

The light is strong
she smiles hearing the truth
she stands and starts to walk
salvation is near

she walks into the light
saved by her virtue
not letting them pull her down
smiling and walking

she looks back and whispers
"keep smiling don't let them get you"
and then she is gone
Freedom

2009-10-31T20:45:00.002Z

OCTOBER 2009: a cleansing month of virtues!

Virtues by Sean

2009-10-29T16:48:00.004Z

Virtues by Sean

The past is calling
Itself the present
The past is calling
The Shots

Come here my past
Reveal the secrets you hold
Come my past
Be bold

I am ready
Patient
When you wish
To reveal to me

The secrets of my past
That have baffled
And
Confounded me

A voice
Speaks of decay
And I run away
In fight and dismay

Now I have strength
I am a spy
Breaking the code
Of the past lie

Freedom as I walk through
The arch letting the
Whispers of the dark
Scream themselves away

Virtues by Martin Kennedy

2009-10-28T12:31:00.003Z

Branches of thought in the word
Silent giving and forgiving
Living with musical hope

Movement of energy with serenity
A swans empathy embrace.
Heavenly

Bees honey and nursery bunny
Moment oh moment in the trees
On thy knees is it breezy

Open door in cellar floor
Mind open giving is chosen
Embrace this race
Heart is on our face.
Action reaction

Virtues by Rosanella

2009-10-25T15:14:00.004Z

Virtues in love ( October 2009)

Appeased is that yearning.
Oh dear Chastity does
Heaven have a place in space?

As the warm and tender Autumn leaves fall,
Temperance permeating the cool air,
then she cries ‘ Stop that charity!
Embrace me because you need me,
kiss me because you want me,
Hold me as if nothing else matters.’

Diligence do not abandon me,
Patience strengthen me. Where is he?
Kindness find him.
When the dark side of him
bids the last farewell
him who with humility, at peace at last,
lowers his eyes
to kiss me.

Rosanella

www.myspace.com/rosanella
www.youtube.com/rosanella8

Virtues by Fassbinder

2009-10-22T16:55:00.000+01:00

Virtuous Reality by Fassbinder

A cousin who didn't believe
in The Above
asked how to be virtuous
when ignorant
of The Seven Virtues

"Give Love" he was told
"... then do the same again ...
half a dozen times more".

Virtues by Anissa

2009-10-18T17:17:00.002+01:00

7 Heavenly Virtues by Anissa Ladjemi

His kite fly’s over the shanty town
Wind blows it high into the dusty sky.

Boy walks in, dark eyes looking big and sad
Can I ask you a favour?
My mummy’s feeling sad
Has lost her faith
Not been this bad since my brother died
She’s sick, bed bound

Could you make her feel better?
You know what it is like to suffer
Me suffer says the child born into poverty?
Oh love you have been through enough
I blink to stop my eyes welling up

So I write this letter in the vain hope
That you can take comfort from my words
In your hour of need
I fear we may be lost in translation my dear?

Different people from other sides of the world
I’m English you’re Portuguese
I don’t want to patronize you
So bear with me please.

I’m nervous don’t know where to start
What I am trying to say is this everything happens for a reason
For all the physical things you cannot do
You make up for it in other ways.

Gives you an inner strength
You’re Beautiful inside and out
It makes you strong brave and unique
Don’t you ever forget that?

Life is hard, and you want to give up, your only human
Ignore those who turn their head away who are too blind to see
The beauty that’s in you and me

Draw hope from those around you
Your loving family, wonderful son whatever it is that brings you peace
The respect you deserve and the courage to carry on?
I have faith in you I know you can

I’ll stop rambling maybe these fumbling words are of no use?
But I promised your little boy I would.
When he talks of his mummy his eyes shine bright
He will always make you proud.

His kite fly’s over the shanty town
Wind blows it high into the dusty sky.

2009-10-17T18:14:00.001+01:00

"Just as treasures are uncovered from the earth, so virtue appears from good deeds, and wisdom appears from a pure and peaceful mind. To walk safely through the maze of human life, one needs the light of wisdom and the guidance of virtue."

-Buddha

Virtues by Maddy

2009-10-16T10:13:00.001+01:00

Patience

Yes this is Gold
Yes this is Real.
It may seem sureal
can you imagine?

Adam, wanted his Eve,
Eve wanted her Adam.
But God knew better,
Adam did not have to grieve.
The only need Patience to believe!

Yes It is worth Gold.
Yes it is Real
Only with Patience,
all will be Revealed.

Virtues by Paula Greene

2009-10-14T12:05:00.001+01:00

Patience

If it takes all the patience
in the world darling
I will wait for you

However many years it may take
I will wait for you
through all seasons
summer and winter
autumn and spring
I will be waiting for you

Time is nothing
as one day
you will be mine
and my patience will be
so richly rewarded
and we will be
together as one...

Virtues by Aaron Flynn

2009-10-11T20:44:00.001+01:00

It Takes Courage

It takes courage
to admit
you are a coward;
to draw
sharpened steel
across your flesh;
to inhale
the exhaust fumes
from a car as though it were
a salt-tanged breeze.
Please.
It takes courage to be a coward.
The Lion was wrong.
Courage and cowardice
are not opposites,
they are bedfellows.
They are
the most intimate of partners,
joined at the groin,
at their loins,
separated only by
perspective
and nothing
else.

2009-10-09T10:02:00.002+01:00

"To realize that you do not understand is a virtue; Not to realize that you do not understand is a defect."

- Lao Tzu

2009-10-07T17:01:00.002+01:00

"One isn't necessarily born with courage, but one is born with potential. Without courage, we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We can't be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest."

-Maya Angelou

2009-10-05T15:14:00.001+01:00

"Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful."

-William Shakespeare

Mahatma Gandhi's 7 Deadly Sins:

2009-10-03T18:12:00.005+01:00

Pleasure without conscience

Knowledge without character

Commerce without morality

Science without humanity

Worship without sacrifice

Politics without principle

Wealth without work

Results of 7 Deadly Sins Vote- Pride the most deadly

2009-10-03T18:03:00.000+01:00

With a 20% share of the vote pride was voted the most deadly sin

Pride 25 (20%)

Greed 22 (17%)

Lust 20 (16%)

Envy 19 (15%)

Gluttony 16 (13%)

Wrath 15 (12%)

Sloth 6 (4%)

2009-10-03T18:02:00.001+01:00

"Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner. Conscience makes egotists of us all."

- Oscar Wilde

October Theme : Virtues

2009-10-01T16:57:00.000+01:00

OCTOBER: a cleansing month of virtues!

Enter poems based on one or all of these vitues:
Prudence, Justice, Temperance, Courage, Faith, Hope, Charity.
Or the more modern "Heavenly Virtues":
Chastity, Temperance, Charity, Diligence, Patience, Kindness, Humility

7 Deadly Sins by Erato

2009-10-01T11:10:00.003+01:00

I have to confess
I do
Sin
A little bit everyday
A little bit more
A little bit less
Half wooden red half creamy white
A human being
Indeed
I am.

7 Deadly Sins by Maddy

2009-09-27T10:05:00.000+01:00

Envy

I never thought I am guilty of this Sin,
But I am human, and If I am fat I would envy slim.
and if I were ten feet tall I would envy being small.
And if I were blind I would envy people having there sight!

I envied others that had more, better or Best.
Someone always had something I wanted,
my head became a mess.

Until I made peace with Envy,
It is natural to feel this way.
This feeling has a much deeper meaning.

Meaning to strive being better in your heart,
To have abundance of love and being smart.
Comfortable wealth, comfortable health,
Envy is not a Sin if you have love and friends,
as long as it is at no one's expense

2009-09-25T09:15:00.001+01:00

"Hate the sin and love the sinner."

- Garry Gamble

7 Deadly Sins by Sean

2009-09-24T12:45:00.003+01:00

Pride

Proud
Ruler
In
Delusional
Empire

Singing
I am the King
of the Castle and
You're the dirty Rascal

An Empire built
on Sand
A strange look they say
washed his empire away

A fish rots from the head down
The King has become a clown
laughing and crying at the same time
In complete denial of his own crime

7 Deadly Sins by Susan Jane Sims

2009-09-22T18:20:00.003+01:00

Lust
(Blue eyes)

Through the hole
in the elbow
of your sweater
I glimpsed your pale skin.
In your liquid
blue eyes
I glimpsed desire.

In your silver car
I shivered
to your touch.

©Susan Jane Sims
www.poetryspace.co.uk

2009-09-22T15:30:00.002+01:00

"All sin tends to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is what is called damnation."

-WH Auden

7 Deadly sins by Martin Kennedy

2009-09-20T19:00:00.002+01:00

Colour coded thoughts
That own the sentence
Building fences
Out of chemical greed

Communion reunion
Minds intrusion
Sloth is a problem
Faith is the solution
Intuition believe are we slaves
In a dark blue cave

Resolution earth time ticking
Revolution is a vision will keep kicking
Lust is dust till dusk or dawn

Shadows envy wears our memory
Cell invasion gone the nation
Reinventing sailing

The haven for pride never died
So little red riding hood hide tonight

Vanity blind mirrors blink
Sinking beauty decaying smile
Santa Clause has come to town

Eat till white doves cry and fly
Across our sunny eyes and
Melts shadows envy

2009-09-20T16:04:00.000+01:00

"All sin tends to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is what is called damnation."

-WH Auden

7 Deadly Sins by Anissa

2009-09-19T17:13:00.007+01:00

Lust...

I confess when we met
You scared me to death
A weak man who has a hungry need
To control the women he meets
Then their was you strolling right in
Making my head spin
Your blue dress, taking away my breath
Gluttonous with lust
I pounce on my prey
You humour me
Slowly we slip away
I am possessed

Lying in her bed
Desire leaves me
As fast as it came
Her eyes do not entice me
The morning after
Guilt flows through my body
Passion replaced with fear
Years of commitment
Ripped to shreds
Do I confess to my love?
I was with another?

Beware of the girl
In the blue dress
Those eyes those lips
The poisonous words
Tender caress, deadly kiss
The temptress
Do as I say not as I do
Forgive me a sinner
Most of all never tell?

2009-09-19T17:04:00.004+01:00

Anyone interested in Fib Poetry (see Fassbinders Poem below)click on this link to see Gregory K. Pincus's blog:

GottaBook

7 Deadly Sins by Gem

2009-09-17T16:35:00.004+01:00

7 Sins

An evening of sin
Seven fun treats
Eyes full of lust
Lips of desire

He puts down the plate
A banquet for his queen
Gorging themselves
The fine things money can buy

He tells tales of business
Successful takeovers
Empires gained
Capital growing

Food consumed
They flop onto the bed
Reclining in satin sheets
Not moving just digesting

The phone ring disturbing their sleep
Her voice talking in whispers
He suspects another
His blood begins to boil

She returns and he snaps
The yelling so loud the walls shake
"WHAT IS HIS NAME? TELL ME!"
"You whore get out"

The night is over
The seven complete
A night of fun

2009-09-17T13:44:00.000+01:00

"Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back -- in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you."

- Frederick Buechner

7 Deadly Sins by Fassbinder

2009-09-15T08:58:00.008+01:00

The Seven Deadly Sins by Fassbinder
*All written using the Fibonacci sequence.

Lust

I
Know
How wrong
What we did
Was. But we were just
Overcome by something too strong.

Gluttony

I
got
carried
away. Quite
literally. At
the eat-as-much-as-you-like lunch.

Greed

Blood
Runs
So deep,
That even
Marxist sons don’t share,
The love a father freely gives

Sloth

The
Clock
Alarm,
In some folk’s
Minds, is not only
Not set … doesn’t even exist!

Wrath

Lone
Man
Poor chap
And swearing
Shouts “I’m not waving …
I’m berating”. (and yes – drowning!)

Envy

Green
Eyes
Staring
Comparing
Never quite content
Always want what so and so’s got.

Pride.

The
Man:
Hungry.
Rejected
Free meals and starved.
Because the free meals were free.

* Fibonacci poetry is a literary form based on the Fibonacci number sequence. The sequence begins like this: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21. In order to find the next number in the sequence, you add the two preceding numbers. The sum of these two is the next number, which then is added to the one before it to get to the next number, and so on.

PW: The typical fib is a six line, 20 syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8 - with as many syllables per line as the line's corresponding place in the Fibonacci sequence.

Anyone interested in Fib Poetry go to Gregory K. Pincus's blog:
GottaBook

2009-09-15T08:56:00.001+01:00

Rosanella has also entered poems for Memories and City. Click on the theme titles or Poet Rosanella.

7 Deadly Sins: Pride by Rosanella

2009-09-12T21:40:00.011+01:00

Pride

It cuts and it hurts right inside
I need help but I can’t ask
Must not ask
Is it a touch of adult pride?

I can hear you in the distance
My head spinning round
What is this?
Should I ask?
Will you say it?
Is it just childish pride?

Rosanella

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7 Deadly Sins (The Art of Darkness) By Leo Ofori

2009-09-11T15:01:00.000+01:00

The Art of Dark
By Leo Ofori

Swords and Sigils and circles -
black candles.
Poetically goetic,
the words flow like blood.
From Phelor to Satan,
all breeders of hatred
I could not consort with a merrier brood.

When it comes to Maleficia,
I shine like The Devil's pride -
but darker in the eyes.
More sinister about the smile.
When I peak I convulse in exctasy of sin.
Demons within.
Another restless night spent in waking dream.

2009-09-08T21:26:00.001+01:00

"Few Sinners are saved after the first twenty minutes of a sermon."

-Mark Twain

7 Deadly Sins by AgnesPaddy

2009-09-06T09:15:00.004+01:00

Seven Deadly Sins

Pruning her feathers for all to survey
Proud as a peacock, announcing she's gay

Envy of all among her friends
She is who she is and makes no pretence

Angry at birth confusing her gender
Climbing the stairs and reaching splendour

Glutton for punishment, some may say
She grieves for the chaos which comes her way

Lusting acceptance in shameless form
Who has the right to dictate the norm

Greed in the search for her one true love
Taste and discard the little white dove

Slow and steady she yawns with dis-ease
Then cries to the world, just love me please.

Memories by Rosanella

2009-09-05T16:00:00.000+01:00

Back and forth the pendulum moves
Grains of sand drop one by one
Days, weeks, years have passed,
Vivid memories of a time that has gone past

Flashing in the distance
Now strong, then weak,
I can see them clearly
Vivid memories of a time that’s gone, at last!

Eyes staring through the limpid water,
Fresh in my mind just like yesterday
The solitary fish swims through pebbles staring me back,
Oh those memories of a time gone so fast.

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Memories by Sean

2009-09-04T09:13:00.000+01:00

Memories

Some are buried some are old
Some erotic and many untold
Sound sight touch taste and smell
always fill our memory well

They often come back to visit
Upon a cue
And always leave
A little clue

some dwell upon their memory well
be careful for it can cast a spell
as we construct a
Man made cell

some people
dive in
and journey through
the labyrinth dew

to see past
the memory dew
and find the key
to all thats new

Memories (Palindrome) by Susan Jane Sims

2009-09-02T19:27:00.003+01:00

Palindrome

I have just made an egg sandwich with soft white bread,
sliced the egg with the orange plastic egg slicer
I found in Mum’s drawer. And I’m back there,
the seventh of the seventh seventy seven.
That’s a palindrome, the doctor said
when he called that morning to check on Mum
post cancer treatment. Later when the nausea settled
I had made her a sandwich much like this one,
the egg slightly warm. Noticed that her Christmas cacti
was blooming out of season.

Susan also has her own website where she showcases her own poetry and that of others.
www.poetryspace.co.uk

Memories by Gem

2009-09-02T09:36:00.000+01:00

Sitting in an old chair by the window
Her hair white as winter snow
She gazes out for hours
Watching plays in her mind

They run and dance
Laugh and sing
They kiss and dream
Planning and living their lifes

She smiles at the two young people
So full of life so happy
Watching their severy moment
The good times and the bad

The memories of him and her
So sweet, so much love
She will be with im soon
Untill then the play keeps him alive