Virgin shrouds Mourning wombs Innocence cut short Parents' lap Empty broken Shoulders weary Eyes weighed Bullets strayed Nameless assail Hopes frail. When bombs fly And sirens cry Children cannot defy They wonder if they Will live to see Another dawn Play and run all day long And they wonder What the fighting is all about?
Danseuse
Waltzing through air, this vision with beguiling delicate grace
Like a danseuse figure, poised, carving delicate grace.
A breeze gently embraces this fragile creature
touching nimble limbs, a limber accentuating delicate grace.
Sunlight streams iridescent on her lissome stance
symmetrically lithe and supple, flaunting delicate grace.
Rhythmic movements pattern fawn colored sand creations
nudging grass beneath, with a soothing delicate grace.
The boundless energy of this dainty, flighty antelope
as she ambulates gracefully, epitomizing, delicate grace.
Elusive, mysterious, uninhibited, she basks in nature’s fold
within a cosmos, spangled with, pleasing, delicate grace.
Her vulnerability fills me with foreboding and much fear
of bloodthirsty predators, massacring delicate grace.
Finding The Rhyme
I send my words into the sky Watch them rhyme and then fly. I close my eyes and feel the air Forgotten words lost without care. I take the letters in my hand And put them on a poetic stand. I scribe the words on a starlit scroll Watch words take shape as night unfolds. My dreams drift from a soul that bleeds In the blue of ink, fractured lines freed. I run my hands over my words My fingers feel the emotions stirred. With tender ease, the poetry glides From my page to your eyes.
Moonchild
I am a child of the earth
Raised by the stars in the sky
Tended by the moon as I sleep
Scars of the world clothe me
Her wounds rich in history.
I am bathed by the tears of the clouds
When it rains, the wind howls-in my ears
Apocalyptic....
When I cry-the earth soaks up my tears
A piece of my soul
Turning to dust;
And like dust, I rise
A storm of stardust
On moonstruck madness..
The sky calls out my name at dawn
Sparking the sun on my breast..
I am a child of the earth
The darkness and the light
The truth, the lie
Sorrow and joy
It's all there in the
Pen that I wield.
#free verse
Idiolect
Somewhere
Between
The silence
And the pause
I try to find the words
I write a love letter to Cupid
My
Syllables
All
Wrong.
PoetPerfect
Dear Poets, Writers Dedicated to you all You are the indigo riding my mind The purple wisdom in my bosom The logic that becomes my instinct The instinct that pulls my gut Your priceless ink shapes emerald words Like blooms woven in the white of paper You are The calming in the wild beating of my heart Adrenaline pulsing my blood stream The dreams behind my eyelids The taste of music on my lips as I sing The songs that still the rising chaos of a thousand pleas My wired mind magnetized by the sage brilliance That nourishes the trust You perfect the poetry You become the poetry The PoetPerfect.
Poet And Muse
I write from my soul to yours I undress my heart to show you my scars. Crimson-tinged words need no pages Scattering into synapse spaces. The pain spills as blood blue ink Dipped in the inkwell of syllabic sync. Hold my words close to your heart They are my soul's oxygen chart. I am a poet who paints with her pen To frame my page with your name again and again.
Magnolia Reveries
Alphabets become jeweled figurines
Like studded stars drip-dropping
Sparkling confetti on a magnolia vignette…
I sit in quiet solitude breathing in the solace of sepia memories…crocheting a borealis in my solstice day
Syllables of Monet flame
A potpourri of poesies
Galaxy’s champagne
Serenades my rosette fire
Kaleidoscopic eloquence
Needling a mantle of chrome waltzes
A phonographic euphoria
Etching a musky interlude
Of shared tears
Radiating scarlet of an Amaryllis quill…
Magnolia Reveries
Alphabets become jeweled figurines
Like studded stars drip-dropping
Sparkling confetti on a magnolia vignette...
I sit in quiet solitude breathing in the solace of sepia memories...crocheting a borealis in my solstice day
Syllables of Monet hues flame
A potpourri of poesies
Galaxy's champagne
Serenades my rosette fire
Kaleidoscopic eloquence
Needling a mantle of chrome waltzes
A phonographic euphoria
Etching a musky interlude
Of shared tears
Radiating scarlet of an Amaryllis quill...
Along Came A Spider
Along came a spider An eight legged rider. In her web, I espied a fly Other insects came to say goodbye. The spider's sting operation Causing pain sensation. Spidey's silken seduction Makes no cause for affection. An intrepid with her labyrinth Her stealth is her fingerprint. She never trips in her net Her web is her bayonet. She walks and stalks a silky trail Rigging a web to catch the frail. Spiders are seen and never heard They wield a most unlikely sword.
Poetry: The perfect noun
If I had wings to fly I would go to the scarlet moon On the wings of a diamond night Trying to live again Because the poet in me cannot die I would go in search of my muse I would go in search of eternity.. Under an ancient sky That spills the sun in my hair Wildflowers in my eyes Poetry on my lips When the wind sings on my skin Broken heartstrings kindle a lilt Clouds weep into the blue My soul goes sleepless As the moon and sun wake together Feeding my soul with ink In a silence that goes ballistic A quill that needs to be tranquilized I idolize thoughts that spring From poetry.. My mind stops hurting I crash my hourglass..
Moonbeams dance
moonbeams dance on my pillow this unknown summer night venus blooms like cereus in an ebony sky a hushed wind carries My dreams to you I pick up my pen...
Flamingo Moon
Flamingo moon;
the sky opens
with the scent of
strawberries
Smoky Sky
a parrot
with twilight in its beak
green lost in green
By The Water
desert starlings
turn my empty page
into a poetic landscape
Planets In The Sky
As I gaze upon
Jupiter and Venus
I glimpse their cosmic closeness
And feel the light return to my eyes
The Dreamer And The Dream
Writing with Simon Ashcroft . He writes the opening verse..
Are we not both
dreamer and dream?
Let the sky
envelop in softness,
weep with the rain.
There is fire enough
in your heart,
to conquer the Sun
and eclipse the stars
when you touch
the passion within.
yasmin
Dream is a thumbprint of a dreamer
The sky seals the gentleness of embrace
Ensconced in a rain that frees the fire in your heart
The touch that ignites the sun and the stars
Simon
Freedom, the cry
of sparkling rebellion
in the soul that has learned
its inner flame
will never submit;
yet it yearns for the touch
of softer eyes,
and to hear words
whispered on gales
from the depths
of its forgotten,
ancient past.
yasmin
the rebel within cries
for a freedom that really frees
The innermost part of soul
That burns for that caress
Of words that whisper
To the quintessence
Of bygone past that
Winds have not forgotten.
Simon
The Sky is home
to winds born of æons,
which remember
what we were, once,
when stones were raised
to honour the stars.
Men knew freedom
when their blades were flint,
their silks were skins,
and the cry of their worship
rose to the Moon
on waves of blood.
This, this
remains in our hearts,
a hidden memory.
Yasmin
memory of the sky
it holds aeons of reminiscence
when stars shone on freedom.
on men whose hearts were made of blood
Simon
The vast depth
of velvet darkness
holds an eternity
of pain and joy,
encoded in
movements of
an infinity
of suns
Yasmin
An eternity held
In silken threads of happiness
threading through the evolving
the moments of infinity movements
Of the celestial.
Simon
Stars revolve through darkness,
spinning the flame-gold silk
of Night’s ballgown;
and you, who inhabit
eternity,
are clothed in its
fiery softness.
Bloodlines
First Love
and here all along
like love at first sight
nature in all its natural beauty
Becoming Yasmin, With Sum Haiku
Cogito E Sum
Mama June’s wings spread
Papa June’s wings raise a flap
Baby June can fly
Yasmin
Where the sky led
The blue raised
Flights of fancy
Cogito E Sum
Fancy flights
Like the breath of June
On the air
Yasmin
Flighty
and breathless
I catch my breath
A zephyr holds me
Cogito E Sum
Hold my breath
Caught on a zephyr
Love hovers
Yasmin
The shape of words
On my breath
Does love have a scent?
Cogito E Sum
Yasmin
Yasmin
Cogito
Cogito E Sum
Yasmin like Jasmine
Translates scent to poetry
Cogito to thought
Yasmin
A fragrant thought
Scented translation
The poem we become
Cogito E Sum
Become a poem
As your senses guide your quill
Emotions your ink
Yasmin
There is nothing more beautiful than becoming;
When the quill fusses over every word
As it gently embraces the page
Inking our emotions
Cogito E Sum
Becoming honey
Becoming buzzing petals
Becoming June bugs
Yasmin
That’s the buzz goin around
Euphoric bugs making a beeline
for the honey
Cogito E Sum
June bugs and beeswax
Scent blisses out flying queen
Honey wakes up bears
Yasmin
Bugs in the beehive
The queen bee trips
The bear flips
On nectarine
Cogito E Sum
Hippy Queen bee trips
Flips the sky bears big and small
The orange sun shines
Yasmin
She’s a hipster
She bears the flip side
Bears burn under the orange
Cogito E Sum
Flights of fancy
After ‘ A June story’
Becoming Jasmine
Yasmin
Fancy that
A June story
Turning August
Sum…
The Lonely Dreamer
through alabaster clouds
Her vagabond spirit wanders
holding on to her bruised dream
and when the pain gets too much
she sinks her heart
in a rainy cloud
to let the chill of a dew wreathed wisp heal her mind
is she the lonely dreamer now?
in the moody shades of cobalt blue
she dreams her broken dream ..
Glitch In Posting A Song.
I tried posting a Benny Rivers song ‘Rise on up’ yesterday on WordPress. I put in the link and it didn’t open so I trashed it and then a blogger friend emails me saying I checked the link and it said you are not authorised to open it. That really got my goat. How something that got trashed could be viewed . Something that I missed ? Anyhoo ..
yaskhan 
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