NaPoWriMo 2017 #5

Luna Love

The foul leave feathers for me daily in trails to gather … from the barn to the Iron Wood tree stand yonder … at the crest of the meadow hill flanking the logging roads … crevices are home to the Luna moths and moon beams … their winter homes in the catacombs … Christmas past’s silent seed pods … the morning stars descending from the heavens … holding ground bound cocoons in blessed rest … assured peace till April came with lip-less kisses … the caterpillars have hatched … soon there will be more to save and shade from the sun … their short life and love expressed in a quiet transmission … souls hear eons apart …

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NaPoWriMo 2016 #23

The prompt today was to write a Sonnet.

“Traditionally, sonnets are 14-line poems, with ten syllables per line, written in iambs (i.e., with a meter in which an unstressed syllable is followed by one stressed syllable, and so on). ” via the NaPowriMo website http://www.napowrimo.net/

I ended up with 17 lines yet, in iambic pentameter. It has been many years since I’ve adhered to form being an utterer. I decided to leave it be. I hope you don’t mind.

dbb7953fHow shall I be a bride to death once more,
Your black rose has been left upon my door,
Speaking of your light as if the Source,
Deaf calling cards with no hint of remorse,
The Specter came to claim my bridely hand,
That morning we were to be wife and man,
His claw upon my fair face it was froze,
And withered did he every single rose,
I ran the streets in lace and pasty pearls,
The constable was sent to search the Burroughs,
Yet, to his horrified steads broken gate,
Abandoned was the man thrown on road slate,
Lo, the guests arrived from ghostly lands,
Vows recited to the baying of Hell hounds,
Death wore bat spats and a satin tie,
I stood wishing it were I to die,
You crossing not shades to claim, love in vain.

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NaPoWriMo 2016 #8

Let There Be Love

 

May the children in the morning rays,

Remember love will always stay,

In their hearts if they are gay,

As they grow not forgetting to play,

Let There Be Love.

 

May our brothers come together fast,

Building bonds of strength to last,

A creed defined across all caste,

Molded from the ghosts of visions past,

Let There Be Love.

 

Will sisters struggle arm in arm,

Heal at last and do no harm,

Beat the drum fighting back the swarm,

Grow hearts at home and fruit upon the farms,

Let There Be Love.

 

And when at end of day we rest,

Bring kindness, joy, and peace to test,

Care for Mother Earth’s children best,

For We are seen and We are blessed,

Let There Be Love.

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This is my wish for you all today and every day. May we all be as One and May there be Love.

 

 

NaPoWriMo 2016 #7

(off prompt today)

Loosing Neo’s Compass

Is loosing the belief in our own ability to transcend …  the darkness in which we may force love to abide … the greater lose felt as we witness … our Self begin to pass through our own palms … sands so parched for care and kisses now … the oceans fear their request to be quenched … lest the salts should harden as do hearts … the grains never reaching landfall … from between pressed and parted fingertips … the breeze kidnapping their crystal core magnetic North … carrying them home again … we shall all return to Zion in the end … or, accordingly, to the Hell of our own making … would we choose a higher love having known this ? … bound ourselves in the vows of watery devotion alone ? … leaving trust behind in the armoury ? … sacrificial lovers lips are the only truth we can sell … to keep the condensation of lies from drowning us … Are you dodging bullets yet, my darling, in your playtime black leather coat? … Me? … I am dancing to the endless silent beats of Zion’s sleepless drums.

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NaPoWriMo 2016 #6

NaPoWriMo 2016 #6

Sentient beings are starving on Earth tonight,
As the sun says, “Good night” to the moon,
The moon asks,”Good day?”, the sun turns away,
“Too many were lost in the fray…”
The moon sadly witnesses what he had said,
Brother Sun then is off to his bed,
In Brazil street dogs are begging for bread,
In Africa too children ate poisonous grains,
In America dumpsters are raided for meals,
Long before the school day has begun,
Everywhere under the bridges they shared,
What the soup kitchens lovingly brought,
In the flop house, there wasn’t a crumb,
In train stations coins in cups are sought,
To try to make it through one more cold night,
A hungry baby was left on a church step,
The money went in a needle instead,
Elderly shared a can with their dear pets,
It was all the food they could afford,
While stray cats wish for warmth and a dish,
They settle for anything they can kill instead,
Jane quit school to work the mean streets,
So little sister could go to Grade 9,
Dick drives a truck for the food pantry folks,
They were there for him when he was a boy,
Once again they came when his mother passed,
Soon Dick will have kids of his own,
Food is the one thing all of us need,
No matter where or how we’re defined,
Reach out your hand to someone in need,
You’ll be more thankful when you have to plead.

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April 1, 2015

In the East there lies a Mountainside … drawn and rigid against the meadow daughter it shades from love until the noon of day … Dawn sleeps there in his arms … her warmth and light contained by the pitch of his ebony arc … as he tucks her to his belly and shelters beloved nest from Night’s cold lust … In the day when she is flying, ever on copper wings, he scavenges for golden trinkets to bind about her fingers and wrists … tattooing her with the molten metal alchemy of his love …  when once again the starlight can be heard approaching the borders of mortal memory and order … she relents and is enfolded again in his strength.

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