October, 2013
Lonesome Road
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 20, 2013
Lonesome Road
Mistily grown in darkness new-fallen
Whispers of silence are toiling in lees
Forgotten forever and never awoken;
Lost in the anger that silence decrees.
Patience, O laughter, questions recallen,
Wasted one chance to follow a way
To a goal never mine in a place to be broken,
Yet that wasting was painful; the shadows are grey.
It is in me to mention in passing this way
That anger’s a virtue, instilled in deep fire;
I am Druad; my work is to heal,
Be healing a weapon, or wielded in ire.
Cromloch is the centre; the tall stones are grey,
The cairns for the wind-lorn or candles of grief,
The forests forever to desert’s limn weal
Their domain succumbed to spring’s cool relief.
Each thereby entered, each portion true
To add to the whole, the balance there find
With oceans dislimn, with winds howling through;
Bring hope to the Forest; ‘tis work of the mind.
Blessing of music in order’s relief,
There lies the trust, ne’er trusted the thief
Who plays her sweet flute in works convolute
And enters each hymn an eulogy of grief.
Now is the watch-fire, filling the wintered air
With such promises bold as we see the high glade
Crossed with the oaks, boughs seven tiers there
And upon the high ground the lodge is well made.
Logs laid lengthwise, layered and long,
Boulders bared, broken, laid crosswise betwixt
The higher lean limbs, the high roof is strong,
And together the lodge is cunningly fixed.
Now is the knowing, the work we share
Now eternally good, twixt evil and good
The balance is true, and heal everywhere
The forest renewed, greenheart’s wood.
Yet life alone gave me no pleasure
As filth besmirched our dearest land
But now we arise and take bold measure
To bring this chaos well in hand.
‘Sombrely beautiful, and yet so light with thoughtful smile
If patient, then patiently waiting, impatient all the while
Open to honest candour, gifted foresight to succour,
Bereft of sin’s insincerity, filled with wisdom’s light.’
I’ve lived and died a million times
In duties far and near,
I’ve lost my loves a million times
Yet I crave to hold you dear.
For I’m the Fool who’s lived and died
In greater service to our Lord
Danced away from star to star
To bring just peace and sweet accord.
But now I’ve wearied of all the tryst
That seems the lot for me;
Dearest soul that here my soul hath kissed
Would you share my eternity?
For at last I find the work is done,
I’ve settled the every score,
And home again I go to God,
To rest for ever more.
The Pilgrim dressed in sombre black
Gave hope eternally,
But now must rest his staff with God,
In his own eternity.
Richard Jones
Acrostic I
POSTED IN Stories October 20, 2013
Acrostic I
Gardening the Eden
Anchoring the clouds
Earthed to be a maiden
Loving all the crowds
Blessed by all good Fates
Ageless to be
Gardening the Eden
Earthly poetry.
Maria Magdalena Biela
Tree Sisters
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 20, 2013
Tree Sisters
Dancing joyfully on new
paths we learn to consume
more mindfully, balance
taking, with gifting.
Follow heart’s passion.
Know we are never alone,
for the sacred feminine
is woven in the whole.
Woman power wears down
our divisions, flows, eddies
and ripples precious drops
to seal relationships.
We gather acceptance
to find nature’s balance.
Daughters of mother nature
and sisters in abundance.
We embrace our shadow
and shine a bright light.
Like water we just flow,
no need for any fight.
Grounded in earth’s ways,
we know our health depends
on earth’s planetary wealth.
Tree Sisters – Earth’s friends.
Gael Bage
Lost
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 19, 2013
Lost
I lost another poem
this morning
in the early air
between my home and my car
I failed to net it
put it in my poem jar
it flew away
over there
will it be around
when I get back?
D E Navarro
The Poet’s Way
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 19, 2013
The Poet’s Way
Pages filled with inspiration
Sprinkled with a smile
Taking time to make it rhyme
And serve it up with style
Poetry, like life itself
Keeps changing every day
We that know, go with the flow
To walk the Poet’s way
Love is in the air we breathe
In whispering of sighs
In looks across a crowded room
When lovers’ eyes meet eyes
Poetry like love itself
Is worth the price to pay
We that know, go with the flow
To love the Poet’s way.
In the beauty of the dawn
The mystery of the night
In rivers, seas and forests
The power of birds in flight
The passion of all Poets
is to write our lives away
We that know, go with the flow
To live the Poet’s way!
Wanda Kiel-Rapana
Canzone a ballo
POSTED IN classic poetry October 15, 2013
Canzone a ballo
Chi non è innamorato
esca di questo ballo,
che saria fallo a stare in sì bel lato.
Se alcuno è qui che non conosca amore,
parta di questo loco;
perch’ esser non potria mai gentil core
chi non sente quel foco;
se alcun ne sente poco,
sì le sue fiamme accenda
che ognun lo intenda, e non sarà scacciato.
Amore in mezzo a questo ballo stia,
e chi gli è servo intorno.
E se alcuno ha sospetto o gelosia,
non faccia qui soggiorno;
se non, farebbe storno.
Ognun ci s’ innamori,
o esca fuor del loco tanto ornato.
Se alcuna per vergogna si ritiene
di non s’ innamorare,
vergognerassi, s’ ella pensa bene
108 più tosto a non lo fare;
non è vergogna amara
chi di servire agogna;
saria vergogna a chi gli fusse ingrato.
Se alcuna ce ne fussi tanto vile,
che lassi per paura;
pensi bene, che un core alto e gentile
queste cose non cura:
non ha dato natura
tanta bellezza a voi
acciò che poi sia il tempo mal usato.
Lorenzo de Medicis
Why?
POSTED IN classic poetry October 15, 2013
Why?
Why may I not go down to the grave with thee?
Would that my fire might warm this frigid ice,
And turn with tears, this dust to living flesh,
And give to thee anew the joy of life!
Then would I boldly, ardently confront
The man who snapped our dearest bond, and cry
“O cruel monster! See what love can do!”
Barbara Torelli
In Patience found
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 14, 2013
In Patience found
Silence, like the gentleness of waiting,
I only once would ever hear;
O break not my heart this tale relating,
Bhannie come thou near.
Hast heard maybe of trite endeavour
And never a word would say;
No deeds suffice, such words are for
Days when this world is grey.
‘Ave you ‘eard the deathly stillness
Visiting the darkened hold?
I ever would understand your wordy ways;
Essay wild endeavour to perform
So you may trust me once, forevermore.
Richard Jones
Acrostic
POSTED IN Stories October 14, 2013
Acrostic
Reveal your self and let me feel
Inside your soul that’s closed with seal
Canvas of thoughts, colors of dream,
Harpist of senses that shyly gleam
Are you the Only? Are you the One?
Redeeming the words from Death’s caravan?
Do what you must for Love, be Madman!
Just be the Poet, give life to words!
“Overrated” they said about Love, “My Lords!”.
“Nay!”, said the Poet, “with stars I had tryst,
Ever a sweeter word did exist
Surrender my pen if Love is deceased!”.
Maria Magdalena Biela
Forget Not Yet
POSTED IN classic poetry October 12, 2013
Forget Not Yet
Forget not yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as I have meant
My great travail so gladly spent
Forget not yet.
Forget not yet when first began
The weary life ye knew, since when
The suit, the service, none tell can,
Forget not yet.
Forget not yet the great assays,
The cruel wrongs, the scornful ways,
The painful patience in denays
Forget not yet.
Forget not yet, forget not this,
How long ago hath been, and is,
The mind that never means amiss;
Forget not yet.
Forget not yet thine own approved,
The which so long hath thee so loved,
Whose steadfast faith yet never moved,
Forget not this.
Sir Thomas Wyatt
