Contents
Forward
Scott Ransopher
Answer:Love 19
Dune Sands 19
Georgianna Laid To Rest 20
Untitled(senryu) 20
Eclipse (Senryu) 20
Kids 21
Death 21
Brian Wrixon
The Last Rose 24
Smiling Faces 25
La Cours Saleya 25
The Flower 26
A Field Of Faces 27
Creation 28
Raven Lee Baxter
Blackbird(Haiku Chain) 30
Memories(Senryu Chain) 31
Art Of Love(Senryu) 31
Passion(Senryu) 32
The Kiss(Senryu) 32
Joy Of Life(Senryu) 33
Jane Lynahan-Karklin
Nature(Tanka) 35
Sadness(Tanka) 36
Shimmer(Tanka) 36
Dragonfly
In The Bare Expanse Of Trees 37
Embrace The Infinite 38
A Withered Palm Branch 38
The Split Rail Shadow 38
Daniel Grome
Lost 41
Wreckage 42
Balance 43
Mighty Dagger
Path To Perdition 45
Slice The Lie(Senryu) 46
Diwakar Pokhriyal
Wet Monsoon(Haiku) 50
Sizzling Winter 51
Beauty(Tanka) 52
Smile(Tanka) 52
Sun(Tanka) 53
My Sweetheart 53
Deplorable Action 56
Alkali Dejentlemen Andre
Adrift 59
Shine On(Haiku) 59
Breath Life 59
Rain 60
Embrace 60
No Regrets(Senryu) 60
Scent 61
Ruth Ibanez
Meanderer 63
New Day Dawning 63
Ah!Mr Piano Man 64
A Sad Sad Song 65
Whispers 66
Thoughts 67
Voices 68
Roseville Nidea
Anthem To A Friend 70
Funeral Becomes A Must 71
Dissimilar 71
Rainstorm 72
Wish 72
In Search Of Light 73
Elizabeth Castillo
Misty Twilight(Haiku) 76
Choco Fright(Senryu) 76
Sad No More (Haiku) 77
Sinner 77
Dancing Lady(Haiku) 77
Wilfredo M.Chica
The Poem Wasn't Of Woman Born 80
The Talker 81
Craving 82
Simplication 83
After Rain(Haiku) 84
Reading Braille 84
Pillow(Haiku) 85
Alan Gilbert
Oceans 87
Caprice 88
Early Mist 88
Secrets 89
Lacie Cescas Jay
Boat 91
Muffled 92
Moment 92
Autumn 93
Crumbling Dream 93
Countless 94
Omoruyi Uwuigiaren
The Crusader 96
The Victims 97
Against All Odds 98
Brutality 98
Lytness Kikya
Child Of The Dust 101
Of Tristan And Isolde 102
Beloved When You Have Gone 103
Lost Sailor 103
My Muse 104
Tomorrow 105
Race With Time 105
NancyGail Katzin-Nystrom
A Book 108
Insomnia 109
Weighted 109
Your Force 110
Those Thighs 110
Maelstrom 111
The Door 112
James Robert Myers
Daughter Of The Nile 115
Brighter Than The Sun 116
Bernard De Silva
Untitled 119
A Ghost From A Sepia World 120
An Instant Pilgrim.That Is Life 121
Autumn
AwwwwwTuuuuummmmm 123
Be My Valentine 123
Cast Petals Softly Fall 124
Fate Accursed,Do You Hear 125
Aparna Pathak
Cactus 128
Pearls 129
Nella S.Wulan
Here we Are 132
The Foot Days 133
Where Do 133
Whisper 134
Frances Ayers
Rainbow Promises(Tanka) 137
Remember Me With Smiles 138
Pictures Of Her Past(Tanka) 139
The Substance Of Things(Haiku) 139
The Simplicity Of Grass(Haiku) 140
A Soul's Quiet Reflection 141
With Thanks And Love 142
Forward
In this Facebook anthology,we present shorter poems,written in 12 lines or less.Words that portray the beauty of nature,the struggles and appreciation of life and concepts of love.Most of the Poets whose poems are included are accomplished in their own right and are published.
Although steeped in brevity,these poems exude wisdom,and share a common idea;they tell a story or express an emotion in so few words.You will find poems in different forms;rhymed,unrhymed,tanka,haiku and senryu.The Poet Emerson thought we should begin each day by reading a poem.And what better way could we gain inspiration then by reading the words of others!Enjoy!
Frances Ayers
Editor
Scott Ransopher
Scott was born in Tempe, Arizona on September 25th, 1974. He currently resides in Garland, Texas. He is the author of The Poems of Scott Ransopher, The Jataka (coming soon), Buddhist Fables (coming soon), and Collected Poems 1995-2012 (coming December 2012),His web site is: http://antropolisbooks.angelfire.com/
Answer:Love
Born of a virgin--
Crown of thorns, whipped, crucified--
All for you and her.
Copyright Scott Ransopher 2000
Dune Sands
Dune sands spray dry grass
As cool waves whip lacquered rock
While the earth exhales.
Copyright Scott Ransopher 2006
Georgianna Laid To Rest
Crushed Violets,
Silks turn from plastic stems
Limestone lost since spring.
Copyright Scott Ransopher 2006
Untitled
Beaded, shimmering
Bright sunlit doilies of dew
Bless the dawning day.
Copyright Scott Ransopher 2006
Eclipse
Formed in ocean depths
Disdained cloud children
Eclipse Father Sun.
Copyright Scott Ransopher 2006
Kids
Kids are fun,
They like to run,
In the sun.
Copyright Scott Ransopher 2011
Death
Riding a pale horse,
Death is not a hooded skeleton.
Scythe bone-knuckled gripped,
Sockets wide as lunar craters
With stars flickering in their depths,
And teeth gleaming like ashen tombstones
Under the arc of a massive crescent moon.
Death is when
They would sooner bask
In the shadow of the cross,
Than venture through splintery light
At each crossroad on their journeys.
Copyright Scott Ransopher 1998
Brian Wrixon
Brian Wrixon is a poet, author and publisher from Burlington, Ontario, Canada. In addition to his own works, he has published several anthologies featuring the writings of hundreds of his social networking friends from around the world. Brian Wrixon Books provides a venue and publishing opportunity for scores of new and emerging writers and operates on a not-for-profit basis
The Last Rose
Here in our December cold
One lone rose braves winter
Its petals held tightly clasped
Not daring to unfold itself
I carefully open its intricacy
Breathe deeply of its center
And discover the joy of summer
Here in our December cold
Copyright Brian Wrixon 2011
Smiling Faces
When I look upon a pansy bed
A sea of smiling faces looks back at me
Each one with its own special face
Nodding and bobbing in the breeze
Like little gnomes living in the garden
Each with a secret to tell or share
Quietly laughing at a hidden meaning
Surely if I listen carefully enough
They will whisper to me, please!
Copyright Brian Wrixon 2011
La Cours Saleya
Market of Nice, stretched before us
Flowers and more flowers, vendors' chorus
The sights, the smells, nature's delight
Never before have we seen such a sight
Like Matisse, we inspiration find
And paint forever in the mind
What he on canvas with genius did capture
For us to hold in memory, in rapture
Oh beauty of la Cours Saleya
Copyright Brian Wrixon 2011
The Flower
Living beauty of nature
Painted in a rainbow of colors
Each one a work of art
Some massive and showy
Some tiny in their perfection
Each one a masterpiece
Breathing life in scented airs
Attracting all to view their slendour
Man can build the seven wonders
But only nature can grow a flower
Copyright Brian Wrixon 2011
A Field of Faces
A field of faces following the sun
Moving unseen as the day wears on
Tracking the bright beacon in the sky
Slowly turning to gather light and life
Petalled brilliance dazzling the eye
Vincent's inspiration multiplied
Who could imagine a vision as lovely
As a field of sunflowers on a summer day
Copyright Brian Wrixon 2011
Creation
So many colors in nature's palette
So many shapes to capture them
One can only say with certainty
There is no proof for atheism
For how could such beauty and variety
Be the product of random chance?
Surely some greater power was the artist
That painted this canvas before us
If we accept the randomness of atoms
And deny the hand of a creator force
Then we who marvel at this picture
Are ourselves no more than chance
Copyright Brian Wrixon 2011
Raven Lee Baxter
Is a Father and Grandfather,who besides raising Tarantulas, loves to write poetry. He likes to write about different subjects and also tries his hardest to put much of his life experience into his work. Check out his notes on Facebook. Raven also has a poetry blog www.ravenleebaxter.blogspot.com He resides in Sheffield,England
Blackbird (Haiku Chain)
Yellow beak,
Black feathers,
Sits in tree.
Gives smile,
Looks at me,
In curiosity.
Soon done,
Flies around,
To pastures new.
Copyright Raven Lee Baxter 2012
Memories (Senryu Chain)
A photograph,
Recording time,
Always there.
Memories stay,
Forever embossed,
Permanent.
Just waiting,
For recollection,
To make us smile.
Copyright Raven Lee Baxter 2012
Art Of love (Senryu)
Aroused,
Flesh entangles,
No end or begining.
Copyright Raven Lee Baxter 2012
Passion (Senryu)
Rapture erupts,
Two lovers relax,
Letting love grow.
Copyright Raven Lee Baxter 2012
The kiss (Senryu)
Lips mingle,
Heat exchanged,
Moisture flows
Copyright Raven Lee Baxter 2012
Joy Of Life (Senryu)
Happiness,
Soul filled,
Euphoria.
Copyright Raven Lee Baxter 2012
Jane Lynahan Karklin
Currently residing in beautiful Sarasota, Florida, with her husband,Jane is a graduate of the American Academy of Dramatic Arts in New York City.Although she did tread the boards for a time,her first love has always been writing.In addition to her poetry,she also writes a column for her small community’s monthly newspaper.Her grown sons live with their families in various areas of the country.Life is good.
Nature-Tanka
Light through cold pine trees
brings warmth to the barren land
Stars cover the sky.
As darkness stalks the woodlands
Mother Earth caresses all.
© June 26, 2012 Jane Lynahan Karklin
Sadness-Tanka
Tears flow with heartbreak
showering the ground like rain.
Small puddles shining.
The moon gathering stardust
spilling diamonds in its wake.
© June 30, 2012 Jane Lynahan Karklin
Shimmer-Tanka
A silent shimmer
dances across the dark sky
Wind swirls through whiteness.
Dawn’s early sunshine music
sings to deep blue depths of snow.
© July 2, 2012 Jane Lynahan Karklin
Dragonfly
I trekked quite as far as I could
Past the neat fences and into the wood
A dragonfly hovered above me to see
If I was edible
Then let me be.
© May 18, 2012 Jane Lynahan Karklin
In the Bare Expanse of Trees
In the bare expanse of trees I place my heart.
Birds flock to protect my vulnerability,
Sunlight guides my resolve
And moonlight my spirituality.
Rain washes all my thoughts to good
And I smile.
© April 12, 2012 Jane Lynahan Karklin
Embrace the Infinite
I want to be surrounded
by trees, by greenery, by bark.
I want to embrace the infinite
and watch the deep redness of the sun
as it slowly sinks into the horizon
and fragments
into endless pieces of time.
© May 11, 2012 Jane Lynahan Karklin
A Withered Palm Branch
A withered palm branch
pretending to be a broom
swept the wilderness
© May 19, 2012 Jane Lynahan Karklin
The Split Rail Shadow-Haiku
The split rail shadow
frames an oriental mood.
Wind chimes whispering.
© March 24, 2012 Jane Lynahan Karklin
Daniel Grome
Daniel is 44 years old and lives in San Antonio Texas. He's been writing poetry seriously for about the last 4 1/2 years. Before that,he considered himself an amatuer songwriter. That was roughly when his life was hijacked, and he was diagnosed with a rare neurological disorder called cervical dystonia/spasmodic torticollis. After being diagnosed,Daniel noticed that playing his guitar just increased his level of pain too much, so he began to focus more on straight poetry. A lot of his poems can be pretty dark, but he likes the old adage says, "Write what you know..". Unfortunately,Dan has had to deal with the pain and suffering this disorder has brought into his life, so this IS "what he knows".He's had one poem previously published - "slice the lie", in a collection by The Addicted Project called "Fides Nostra".
Lost
I keep watching the world
Through distortion skewed eyes
As confusion reigns king
In my lost paradise
I've been searching for answers
To all of my ails
But the seas just keep raging
And crashing my sails
Forgotten and weathered
Drifting further off course
In my broken down vessel
To some merciless force
Copyright Daniel Grome 2011
Wreckage
The wreckage of my life
The catastrophic me
Drenched in stress-soaked chaos
I struggle to taste the air
The hardened drought-cracked ground
Beckons me with crooked smile
As the hot, dry wind
Tries to blow me in
The ever expanding gaps
Copyright Daniel Grome 2012
Balance
I search for answers
Under black night shine
Blinking in ancient rhythms
Guiding my internal flow
I pray for mercy
On this lost soul drift
And the healing touch
For a thousand cuts
I balance my surrender
On the edge of desire
And kiss the clouds
Without the fear to fly
Copyright Daniel Grome 2011
Mighty Dagger
This instrument that i possess
A mighty dagger all through time
Through sweat and tears has helped express
My hopes and fears through verse and rhyme
This mighty dagger in my hand
That stabs the paper with my mind
Displays my words for all to read
Reveals my soul for all to find
This instrument i find so grand
A rain that floods the dying seed
This mighty dagger all through time
Has cut my soul and helped it bleed
Copyright Daniel Grome 1992
Path To Perdition
Lost in the land of the living
Drenched in the depths of despair
Pounding my path to perdition
Winding my weakness
Through worry and wear
Suffering and seeking surrender
Surviving the sweltering sun
braving and battling burdens
Till my long destined death
Is delivered and done
Copyright Daniel Grome 2011
Memory 94-Tanka
I used to sit there
With my head on backwards
To the sight and sound of crows
Twisted tongue and armored blood
A symphony of thought
Copyright Daniel Grome 2011
Slice The Lie-Senryu
Slice the lie
With bleeding fear
A spit upon the caged
Handshake veins
Bulging out and clear
Deceptive eyes engaged
The needle dry
My heart in chains
A million hours aged
Alice the lie
And bleed a tear
The losing battle waged
Copyright Daniel Grome 2012
Diwakar Pokhriyal
Diwakar is a poet who writes what he feels.and also writes what he perceives. He believe in his senses, which are something special to him. He has been writing for more than 12 years, which started during his school days,from class 9 to unclassified age, Diwakar will keep on writing. It is like journey of a soul, who is in search of solace and will end only with the end of a life. Diwakar admits that he loves writing poetry and will continue forever. This is what he is, a poet, a sports freak, a guitarist, a MBA student and an untold saga of a mysterious soul....he is.. Diwakar Pokhriyal
Poetry books written by Diwakar
• Words of love
• Solacious solitude
• Why me yaar
• From I to We
Diwakar has been a part of different anthologies around the world
• By Brian Wrixon
. The survivor guide to Bedlam
. Reflection on a blue planet -1
. Reflection on a blue planet -2
. Reflection on a blue planet -3
. Reflection on a blue planet -4
Wet Monsoon-Haiku
Rain ballets madly,
Shiver veils syrupy love
Ebb Monsoon adores
Swab Trees shine,
Dwells pretty fragrance,
Abyss lightning memories.
Shabby wind splashes,
Sparkling gushy sissy Brook
Life allow elation
Serenity dance,
Rosy leaflet born anew,
Delicate Freshness
Copyright Diwakar Pokhriyal 2012
Sizzling Winter-Haiku
Icy breadth freezes
Halt governs stormy lives,
Frozen dream sing.
Shivering bodies,
Ice flows astute steadily,
Warmth Dies peacefully
Restlessness sneeze,
Temperature befall death,
Misery dissolves.
Blood clots evenly,
Supreme silence awaken
Death rules sissy life.
Copyright Diwakar Pokhriyal 2012
Beauty-Tanka
Syrupy moot sighs,
Astonishing heart Befall,
Tenderness sublimes,
Beauty dissolves ado,
Lifeless adore exists
Copyright Diwakar Pokhriyal 2012
Smile-Tanka
Brisk Energy cuddles,
Bringing Dot spherical shape,
Touching sacred soul,
While scattering pure adore
In pursuit of divine aim
Copyright Diwakar Pokhriyal 2012
Sun-Tanka
Shining sun ablaze,
Reflects divine energy,
Instantly soaked,
To crush the undefeated,
To eradicate the waste.
Copyright Diwakar Pokhriyal 2012
My Sweetheart
Mysterious lips scrolls,
Yummy tasty life.
Saccharine & blissful play,
Waxy skin dissolves heat,
Emphatic energy evaporates,
Energizing at your feet,
Tormenting my seduction door,
Hasty lust knocks indeed,
Emphatically cuddling,
Axing naughty thoughts in creed,
Rowdy senses showers intimacy,
Tempting cheeks attracts lips to feed.
Copyright Diwakar Pokhriyal 2012
Deplorable Action
Slaughtered life for food,
Incarnation beseeches existence,
Assassinating trees brazenly,
Humanity draining substance,
Defiling sacred air with pride,
Cutting edge technology cries,
Water veil from limpidness,
Verve struggles to die
Let’s impede these merciless beliefs,
Roving insanely inside divine mind,
It’s time to fuse like atom,
Twirling soul chaste and kind.
Copyright Diwakar Pokhriyal 2012
Alkali Dejentlemen Andre
Carlos André dos Santos Ferreira,is a 26 year old male who hails from Vila do Conde,Portugal.From 5th to 9th grade he attended Escola Básica Júlio Sául Dias (in English goes something like Basic School Júlio Saúl Dias).And from 10th to 12th grade, he attended The Escola Secundária José Régio (in English is Secondary School José Régio which is named after a known writer from here.)Both schools are located in Vila do Conde.Last year Carlos participated in a writing contest with a short story he created originally for it.He didn't win but that didn't dampen his spirits.When he is not writing,he enjoys listening to music ( especially heavy Metal),reading,going to festivals/concerts,camping and going out with friends.Carlos has been trying to form a band recently and hopes to start something new musically.He loves writing,as it releases his thoughts and creativity.He's been writing for a while now.Carlos picked up a pen around 2002 and has never stopped.In the beginning it was just wannabe-lyrics.But afterwards,he started to write poems as he developed his writing skills.
Adrift
Adrift in the ocean planet
Remembering always
This dream i had with you.
Copyright Carlos André dos Santos Ferreira 2012
Shine On-Haiku
Dear star of life
Bring us warmth
Shine on,shine on.
Copyright Carlos André dos Santos Ferreira 2012
Breathe Life
Raise your cups
Release a smile
And breathe life.
Copyright Carlos André dos Santos Ferreira 2012
Rain
The rain falls
And every single drop
Still weighs on the soul.
Copyright Carlos Andréd dos Santos Ferreira 2012
Embrace
Embrace The World
Feel the nature
Respect life
Embrace the world
Copyright Carlos André dos Santos Ferreira 2012
No Regrets-Senryu
No regrets
Embrace it fearless
Live,learn and love.
Copyright Carlos André dos Santos Ferreira 2012
Scent
Questions without answers
Ponderous thoughts
Your scent in memories.
Copyright Carlos André dos Santos Ferreira 2012
Ruth C. Ibanez
Ruth is an inventor entrepreneur based in New York City.
Meanderer
Dew drops on my parched lips searing
Etching rhymes my heart embedding
Eyes half closed my mind ne’er leaving
Savoring the moments of ecstatic meandering
I reached out for more of mortal’s pleasure
Drifting clouds on skies azure
Heaving breaths in arms of splendor
Fleeting daydreams in midday’s clangor
~Ruth C Ibanez © 2012
New Day Dawning
I embraced the new day dawning
Full of promise earth’s adorning
I moved closer to the sunrays scorching
Teary eyed my vision clearing
I embraced the new day dawning
Undeterred, uncompromising
Life blossoms with every trial vanquished
Rosebuds the summer rain flourished
I embraced the new day dawning
Life and love each moment bearing
Waste not, waste not the new day dawning
Joys and sorrows life’s adorning.
~Ruth C. Ibanez © 2012
Ah! Mr. Piano Man
You played the keys I cannot sing
Repeats of an old time fling
You played the keys I cannot sing
Swinging sounds of measures arching.
Higher and higher goes the strain
Scaling, trilling the notes of pain
Crescendo, diminuendo, innuendo galore
Your craft; the song’s allure.
Mr. Piano man you seduce and defuse
Tantalize and mesmerize
Hypnotic and catalytic
But your song, is rather basic.
~Ruth C. Ibanez © 2012
A Sad Sad Song
Softly I sang this beautiful tune
Memories in my heart deeply hewn
Wistfully I whispered to the wind
Your name, written just around the bend.
I traced the music of the song
The score seemed very long
I touched each word that came along
Lyrics of a sad, sad song.
I read the line, the written words
Scars cut by millions of swords;
Alas, it is too late
Your love has an expiration date
~Ruth C. Ibanez © 2012
Whispers
Whispers
Hushed
In bouts of mischief
Softly
Searing
Souls in Conflict
Shaping
Weaving
Forms distorting,
~Ruth C. Ibanez © 2012
Thoughts
Idly I stood
Under a canopy of thought
Slumbering
Distracted
And disturbed.
Slowly
I conquered the canopy of thought
Defining
Molding
Directing
A wayward thought assessing.
~Ruth C. Ibanez © 2012
Voices
I found my voice in the words I speak
I found wisdom in the voice I seek
I found my voice in the words I wrote
I found my voice in verses wrought
I found meaning in the voice of life
I found life in the voice of strife
I found voices colorful loud with passion
I found voices with powerful allusion.
I found assurance in the voice of a child
A voice calming soothing innocent reviled
I found a child with a voice of gold
I found a child promised, the voice of old.
~Ruth C. Ibanez © 2012
Roseville Nidea
Roseville is an aspiring poet from a small local in the Philippines. As a delightful reader, she has the love for Literature with a deep love for Greek Mythology and classical literary pieces. She later started writing as a means of fending off boredom during a stay in a country far away from home, and from there it grew into passion. Penning poetry now becomes the ardor in her course of communicating the truth; mimicking nature and human quest are the selected genre.
Anthem To A Friend
I feel you burned out striding
In the sand of time
Through the passage that is unkind;
I speak unto you :
Rest if you must,
But do not stop, weep nor repine.
Come! Sit with me awhile;
I’ll lend my precious time.
I’ll hum with you,
With our your sweet uplifting lullaby.
© Roseville Nidea
Funeral Becomes A Must
Funeral of the Mind
Becomes must though should not
Aggregation-and-Aggravation
Be in halt.
Funeral of the Heart
Becomes must though should not
Affliction-and-Abjection
Be in halt.
© Roseville Nidea
Dissimilar
You are pragmatic, I say
I am Romanticist, I claim
To which essential matter is the bridge
That fills the space in between
© Roseville Nidea
Rainstorm
Heaven is deeply cracking mad again,
Pouring endlessly giant drops of rain;
Wind blows like a creepy billowing moan,
Slashing everything not once but more.
When will these down pour cease I do not know;
The only thought I know is fear and gloom.
© Roseville Nidea
Wish
Wish upon Cassiopeia
I wish I am a kite
In the wind I’ll ride
I’ll fly away awhile
From this empty mine
© Roseville Nidea
In Search of Light
Striding through strangest vast brine
Sailcloth moves the ship
Dove with olive leaf in the beak
Guides the vessel in to the light.
© Roseville Nidea
Elizabeth Castillo
As a feature Writer/Journalist/Short Story writer/Poet/Blogger whose mission is to share her creativity through pen pushing,Elizabeth sees herself as a keen observer of beautiful things around her.She is a natural born Artist from the Philippines.She graduated with a Bachelor Of Science degree in Business Administration,with a major in Management.Elizabeth also completed another course in Computer Programming,and currently works as an Online English Instructor for Koreans and as a freelance Writer.Previously,she worked as a News Correspondent for a local community newspaper and as a feature Writer for a private company’s corporate magazine.Elizabeth started writing and exhibiting her poetic prowess when she was just in her elementary days – an era when she was still this shy, unassuming lass.She describes herself as an arts and nature lover as well as a frustrated photographer.Her favorite authors are Stephen King, John Grisham and Paolo Coelho.Elizabeth has also self published her own poem ezine, Poetic Lizzy with 3 released issues.In addition,her work has appeared in 5 anthologies,the latest of which is "Live Life: The Daydreamer's Journal",part of a global charity for the benefit of the American Cancer Research.She is also a world record holder for most Artists Contributing to a Cover of an Anthology and is part of the currently released "Breaking Silence: The In-Depth Words of a Poet".
Misty Twilight-(Haiku)
twilight
touch of gray and black
new day awakening
Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2011
Choco Fright
the sweet aftertaste
of delectable chocolate-
melancholic.
Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2011
Sad No More ( Haiku)
a lingering smell
feels the air-
unknown feeling.
Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2011
***my first try for a cinquain
Sinner
You are
One sinner here
Quite condemned...to die forth
Get up from the ruins...poor lad
Yes free.
Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2011
Dancing Lady
an orchid
dancing lady-
beauteous sight.
**first try for haiku
Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2011
WILFREDO M CHICA
Of Cebu City, Philippines, is a freelance writer/editor on and off the Web. Retired from teaching Literature/Creative Writing(5 yrs) and Journalism(all media--15 yrs),Willy Fred was gifted with a love of words by his mother and goaded into reading and writing by his father.He started writing in high school where he edited the school paper and continued in college as a writer/editor. As a teacher he urged his students to read,and write.Willie has published poems, essays, opinion columns and features in Philippine newspapers and magazines.His only international publication was in ETC, the quarterly of the Institute of General Semantics,in which issue his piece, "Hand Writing" saw print
This Poem Wasn't Of Woman Born
from seed of stranger dumb
planted in my mind's womb
multiplying in gestate
in cauldron inchoate
seeking life force to feed
a cry of love and need
twas but a tiny thread
woven in loomlike bed
inserting, in pulling
inlaying, a crafting
of fabric into quilt
in patterns of my kilt
Copyright Wilfredo M.Chica August 2010
The Talker
The talker in my head
thinks he's me.
The fool.
Doesn't he know,
if he ever did,
that some One
stole my soul
and sent it home
to the Whole?
Copyright Wilfredo M.Chica August 2011
Craving
No faker he but who submits
to lie naked
on piercing bits
Sweet pleasures of neural itch
he surrenders
so love can reach
What Francis sought
upon the snow,
banking fire river's flow,
Spurning the gift
of vital glow,
To burn anew:
the divine to know
Copyright Wilfredo M.Chica September 2010
Simplication
You know this I guess
We have forgot what it was
we in each had sought
Our desires mere lust
wanting more to take than give
as now we take leave
Our gestures now jests
you dancing me dancing you
each self seeking self
moaning mutual yelp
yielding to trust the savage
our souls we ravage
Copyright Wilfredo M.Chica August 2011
After Rain-Haiku
leftover tears drip
down valley of unkissed cheeks
as skin remembers
Copyright Copyright Wilfredo M.Chica March 2011
Reading Braille
Us alone that night
we are one in dark
I read you
You read me
We find by feel
We reach by touch
No sight is seeking
as skin is craving
Deaf too our ears
Mute our tongues
No utterance from hence
when sighs dwell in silence
Copyright Wilfredo M.Chica February 2011
Pillow (haiku)
a sweat soaked pillow
cuddles cradles lovely you
hey it's my torso
Copyright Wilfredo M.Chica May 2012
Alan Gilbert
Alan was born and still lives in Southampton,a port city on the south coast of England.He studied art and psychology gaining his degree in 1984. Alan enjoys reading, chess, swimming and has a large and varied music collection. To date Alan Gilbert has had four books published and has contributed to several anthologies. He is married with three children.
Oceans
Considering oceans
Fearsomely wild,
Eerily peaceful
Fathoms below.
Life's derivation
Bountiful harvest
Calmly forgiving
Wondrous show.
Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2012
Caprice
She's a whimsical dreamer
With rings on her toes,
A gypsy heart spirit
In Mardi Gras clothes.
Cavorting with nature
That blessed her to be
A harvest moon dancer
Enchanting and free.
Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2012.
Early Mist
There poetry in river mist
In river mist at morning
There is romance in the amber
Of the gauzy rising sun.
In the stillness of the early glow
Before the birds are singing
Their sonorous exaltation
For another day begun.
Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2012.
Secrets
The narrative of nature’s ways
No human art could ever read,
Who could foretell the dazzling bloom
That stirs within the humble seed.
Each lowly chrysalis conceals
Its treasure from capricious eye,
Then splits at the appointed hour
To grub, then splendid butterfly.
Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2012.
Lacie Cescas Jay
Lacie is a single mom who lives in Florida with her three small children,
writing poetry is just an outlet for my emotions.
Boat
I’m slowly starting to sink, I’m trying to keep afloat.
I’m trying to hold on tight, to ride the waves in this lonely boat.
But these broken paddles are hard to hold when they keep on cracking.
And with every crack, and every crease my grip starts slipping.
The paddles cracked, and my life vest is made of lead.
And this boat has a gaping hole that’s rushing water in.
The waves have gotten rowdy, and my balance I can’t keep.
I will go down with this ship if I have to, into the darkness of the deep
Copyright Lacie Cescas Jay 2011.
Muffled
Place your hand upon my lips so you can muffle out my cries.
I’m in dire need of something more than what in here does lie.
The truth proves to be deceptive, and your lies are so mundane.
But I keep coming back for something,
something I’m almost sure of that I’ll never feel again.
Copyright Lacie Cescas Jay 2011
Moment
Hanging by a moment swiftly falling through the sky.
Holding onto nothing as this world passes me by.Grasping onto memories, to keep from melting down.
Reaching out for anything to slow before I drown.Slowly sinking, into the ocean, vast and deep.
Secrets die within me, as I’m drifting off to sleep.
Copyright Lacie Cescas Jay 2012
Autumn
Just like a gorgeous autumn day,
I will fill your heart with color.
When the leaves are strewn about
by slow gusts of wind,
I will whisper my love through your soul.
When the warm August rains
wash away what we once knew,
I will show you
that there is much we shall know.
Copyright Lacie Cescas Jay 2011
Crumbling Dream
As this dream crumbles,
it falls piece by piece to the floor.
Nothing more than a bit of rubble.
A memory of what could have been
is now just dust
to be swept up and thrown away
.
Copyright Lacie Cescas Jay 2011
Countless
Countless nights, and countless tears that cover my pillowcase.
A silent pool of dreams left to dry in the still air.
A moment once here, is now gone again.
A love so painful the lines have blurred.
The whisper in my heart that will forever remember your face.
A night followed by many, of sorrow, yet no embrace.
Copyright Lacie Cescas Jay 2011
Omoruyi Uwuigiaren
Omoruyi Uwuigiaren’s writing achievements include articles, cartoons, editorials and nine books. Guardian, Vanguard newspapers, Town Crier Times, Moronic Ox Literary and Cultural Journal, the Publicist International and other literary journals have published his works
The Crusader
Ageless forest of legs
Wrote frustration on the face of the old earth
Our foes saw nothingness in their stupor
In the midst of million brags
The Rock of Gibraltar is here
A scrawny hero
His feet cannot hurt a fly
Yet wrecking the hills on the highway
A feat for few
His smile humbles the darkness
Bliss embraces the weak
And cockerels sounded it was dawn
Copyright Omoruyi Uwuigiaren 2012
The Victims
The night walked away
Lost in the sea of rage
Gloom was her conqueror
Yesterday has gone
Singing on the hills
Another day has come
Our prey was her meal
The heart of the cruel evening
It was a troll
A thousand sparrows has fallen
The ones we cherish
Silence of the saddest grave
Copyright Omoruyi Uwuigiaren 2012
Against all Odds
We are not here to growl
The bald faint
Anxiety rages in the brook
Succumb to the flood
Kissed the bare chest of the earth
Misery at dawn
The least wailed
Soldier's legs betrayed him
No one saw the owl
the old rugged fighter
Lurking in the dark
The feet of them that quivered
Copyright Omoruyi Uwuigiaren 2012
Brutality
Slept in the dark
Covered in ashes
Ugliest regime reigned
Wounded at dawn
Left a trail of waste
Knives for the hunters
Multitude at the road
Silenced on the hills
Shadows of the season grew
The wind had arrived
Darkness on the threshold
Embraces were costly
Copyright Omoruyi Uwuigiaren 2012
Lytnes Kikya
Lytnes is an African-born poet with her hometown in Dar es salaam,Tanzania. She has been writing on and off since she was 16,but this is the first time her work has appeared in an anthology.
She is currently pursuing her Bachelor's degree in medicine at Catholic University of Health and Allied Sciences in Tanzania
Apart from poetry, Lytnes enjoys reading novels,art and sky-watching.
Child Of The Dust
The sun is your blessing
the sun is your curse
with sweat you have toiled
and hunger you have known
brother,friend,companion
all these you have loved
all these you will lose
life too will pass
at the end of it all
to your maker you return.
Copyright Lytnes Kikya 2012
Of Tristan And Isolde
She gave him laughter
he gave her his heart
they shared what little time they had
and that was enough.
They toiled a moment
and loved a moment
and in between the moments
lived a lifetime..
Copyright Lytnes Kikya 2012
Beloved When You Have Gone
I will return one day
to gaze again
upon those sun basked shores
where you and i used to go.
When the tides are high
and longing tugs the soul
i will not forget
i will come back
to place a lily upon your grave
for the light you gave to my days.
Copyright Lytnes Kikya 2012
Lost Sailor
I used to travel with the wind
and drowned at sea
you shed many a tears for me
i have no memories
i shed none for thee..
Copyright Lytnes Kikya 2012
My Muse
She will come when she wills
for she bends not to my whims
much as i wish she did
but i sit here and wait
patient soul that i am
or rather pretend to be(that's between you and me)
trying not to take notice of the passing time
i wait and wait
she will come when she wills
and when she is here
she will whisper into my ear.
Copyright Lytnes Kikya 2012
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
when the sun sets
when my heart shatters into tiny bits
when the floor is littered with debris
i will remember
that it felt great
to have held you
that to have loved you like this
once felt complete
i will make no excuses
i will look back with no regrets.
Copyright Lytnes Kikya 2012
Race With Time
Time always ticking time
he stops for nobody
we walk lagging behind
and he forever ahead
Copyright Lytnes Kikya 2012
Nancygail Katzin-Nystrom
Nancy is the mother of two special needs children and a freelance editor of both fiction and non-fiction. In her spare time (what little there is of it!) she writes poetry and articles on autism. Nancy is a lover of science, words, and all things abstract
A Book
A book - spine barely cracked
each page new and fresh
each holding a new discovery of you
Face becomes eyes becomes hands
reaching for touch
and the softness of your countenance
Singularity in the center of my universe
pulls in all and subsequently
releases my love for you
Copyright Nancygail Katzin-Nystrom June 2012
Insomnia
Ever elusive,
I search for you
In shadows and corners
I know you’re here, hiding
not wanting to be found
It is a never-ending story, this searching
night after night
day after day
I can feel your laughter
Copyright Nancygail Katzin-Nystrom January 2012
Weighted
Smoldering, mouldering ponderousness of
orange hazy moonrise with the pulling of tides
and a simulacrum of contentment.
Swollen slick and florentine
intertwined with quixotic
yet mercurial natures unearthing
fractaline waves of emotion strolling, no, meandering
through poppy fields of turning, twisting circumstance.
Revealing a melanoma of melancholy
ephemeral.
Copyright Nancygail Katzin-Nystrom February 2012
Your Force
The force of you is like a monsoon
on foreign shores.
I am as a pebble on the beach.
Copyright Nancygail Katzin-Nystrom February 2012
Those Thighs
Smooth strength
with an inner well rounded
softness; the sinewy brawn
flexes and contracts as you stride
catlike across the room
or sprawl with knees
spread
along the couch.
Those thighs just kill me.
Copyright Nancygail Katzin-Nystrom February 2012
Maelstrom
Thoughts dithering in
tumultuous pandemonium
decrying the want of order from chaos.
The maelstrom inside a mobius of emotion,
a torus skittering across the mental landscape
but always touching down
At you
Copyright Nancygail Katzin-Nystrom November 2011
The Door
The door is opened.
Labyrinthine corridors
filled with susurration that seem
to bemoan and remonstrate
the vacillation of my yearning.
Is the hesitation innuendo or insinuation
Copyright:Nancygail Katzin-Nystrom September 2011
James Robert Myers
James Robert Myers,also known by the pen name ‘MJ Jimmy’,is a Ghanaian writer from Accra, Ghana; West Africa. Even before the age of 18, he become an avid blogger, poet and creative writer. Currently, he is the author of Breaking Silence- The In-depth Words Of A Poet, an anthology recently published on amazon.
James’ literary work often centers around romance and life circumstances as he utilizes his unique blend of imagery, symbolism and sentimentality to convey his thoughts to his audience in a personal and creative way.
While poetry has little appreciation amongst most Ghanaians, this only serves as motivation for him to continue to hone his craft, share his work and promote literary appreciation throughout his country and the world at large. He believes that the beauty of the written word is something that everyone should experience.
His poetry have been published on most literary platforms around the world including www.oneghanaonevoice.com; one of the vibrant online poetry site in Ghana, Write To The World; a youthful writers’ movement, Poetry Foundation Ghana; a celebrated poetry networking site and his personal blog via: www.mjjimmy.blogspot.com. He has been aired on Writers’ Project of Ghana on Citi fm and Open Air Theater on Radio Universe, University of Ghana Campus, Legon.
Daughter Of The Nile
She`s stunning; a rare kind,
A painting of the maker`s hand-
Black and sensual and her skin so fluid like Nile
Her warm bosom is a sheath for the frail
She walks in beauty like the moon hangs in the sky
So high up every eye pursues her
Her smile burns like the sun
And lightens the hope of others
She sits in the chambers of my mind
I am a prisoner of her beauty
My sleep is a long journey of dreams
Of her beauty and elegance
Copyright James Robert Myers January, 2012
Brighter Than The Sun
Looking deep into your mortal hazel eyes
A feeling strikes hard within my soul
Like flashy thunder in the heavy storms
As your body- the celestial beauty
Initiates a conversation with my spirit
My lip obsesses your name from dawn to dusk
You drive me insane when a simple smile is offered
I can`t sigh but to ask for more
You are more radiant than the sun
Outshining in all direction
Beauty is you!
Copyright James Robert Myers July, 2012
Bernard de Silva
Bernard is an Australian and classifies himself as an
aged pensioner...ex .electronics technician and ex
service business owner and that's the polite assessment...
Those who know him better, likely refer to him as,
"a lecherous, drunken, lay-about old punter " or
something even less appealing and totally rude.
Bernard writes, simply because he enjoys writing,
and in so doing hopes in some small way to aid the
cause of literacy.Expression appears to be a dying
art and the electronic media, effectively turns
today's sensationalism into what tomorrow accepts
as "history"...
Untitled
A roue` aged and repentant, he is perhaps to be pitied,
guilt consumes him, for there is no way he can atone.
Life shed by her own hand, yet hers, is not the shame,
he finds himself compelled never to destroy her photo.
His suffering prevails, time and again he is drawn to it,
the ever beautiful image transforms, becomes vengeful.
The face of scorn, with rightful loathing, to assail him,
condemning, each time he unwillingly gazes upon it...
A Ghost From A Sepia World
Two faces, un-weathered, aglow with the fresh bloom of youth,
framed by a tarnished gold window, stare out of a sepia world.
Peer, now at the present, with the past's unawareness of truth,
a study, in expectations, before life's dreary banner unfurled.
Old hands, wrinkled, age wearied, carry the frame to the light,
tired eyes brimming with sorrow, peer at the image portrayed.
Tears of a lifetime released, by a memory returned at her sight,
guilt of a sinner repentant, for the fate of one trustful, betrayed.
Studies her face intently, himself in youth, spared not a glance,
those soft eyes seem now to harden, their gaze as stolid as stone.
soft lines of her image transform, a look of contempt to enhance,
a ghost, from a sepia world, haunts the sinner who cannot atone.
©. Copyright: Bernard de Silva February 2007.
An Instant, Pilgrim…That Is Life…
Take a look…but, just one fleeting glance,
Friend, pause not…to view your reflection.
You are but one instant, in time’s expanse…
and death, grants little time for inspection.
You cast the briefest shadow, soon to fade
Pilgrim, what if, there is no second chance…
Requiem first forgotten, then marble to craze…
Like the fleeting image, and the shadow cast,
all thy mortal traces, time’s sands shall erase.
So nothing remains, as residuum of the past…
The brief reflection and marble have vanished,
together with the epitaph, none may rephrase…
©. Copyright: Bernard de Silva October, 2008.
Autumn
Mother Nature sets her easel, a patent beauty to evoke,
subtle melds of autumn lie, upon her palette crushed.
Summer’s canvas, she must repaint, stroke for stroke,
so radiant brashness, into mellowed tones, is brushed.
The earth must wear a coverlet, thickly strewn around,
trees then transformed to russet, ere all leaves are shed.
This mottled mantle she deftly paints upon the ground,
the transient mosaics etched in yellow, amber, and red.
Paled kaleidoscopic patterns, dance upon each stream,
coloured daubs, splashed in gay abandon, she applies.
Languid changes…like the awakening, from a dream,
final strokes she adds to Autumn…then, Summer dies…
© Copyright: Bernard de Silva Sep-2008.
Awwwww Tuuuuummmmm…
The wind pains bent me near to double,
Oh the agony, when I woke up this morn!
I ponder now, upon the source of trouble,
my memory, of the night before…forlorn…
Wonder, was it the full ‘heavy’ slab I drank,
or odd tasting seafood…more, than some…
Crikey, there could be anything, to thank!
Oh the bloody agony…AwwwwwTummm….
AwwwwwwwwTuuuuum, Awwww Tummm!!!
©. Copyright: Bernard de Silva.2008.
Be My Valentine?
How can those, bereft of eloquence, express,
the tenderness, the intricacies, of the heart?
Evoke to mind, memories, of a sweet caress,
that lingering touch, a lifelong love to start.
Bring smiles, at glances, telling of the sharing,
laughter and tears, in good times and the bad.
‘Be my Valentine’, is but little in comparing…
convenience’s token, to all, true love has had.
Bouquets, candy, are they trapping of a show,
all trivia of convention, that only fools beguile?
Tokens matter little, to those who truly know,
the worth, of a tender touch, a warming smile…
©. Copyright: Bernard de Silva February 2008.
Cast Petals Softly Fall
They fall, as tears of sorrow,
the petals cast into the grave.
Like to dreams of tomorrow,
fragile pieces none may save.
Lingering a sweet fragrance,
lost in passage to the ground.
Sad petals in a dark expanse,
fall to earth with not a sound.
None to feel their soft caress,
save fresh turned earthy clay.
A coverlet, finality to express,
the petals lie there in disarray.
©. Copyright: Bernard de Silva.2007
Fate Accursed, Do You Hear?
I wander, moors of Adversity, on weary unshod feet,
shifting sand erodes, beneath me, vitality, to deplete.
The blazing orb, Futility, sears this body to the bone,
I bid nary one soul to aid me as I struggle on, alone,
I see the evil shadows cast, by vile vultures of Defeat.
Fate accursed, grant one favour, as a torment persists,
none here, begs for Salvation, nor easy escape, enlists.
None may holler, “hypocrite” upon this soul’s demise,
for I shall await no trumpet call, that bids me to arise…
Erase my life’s slate…for this mortal, no longer resists.
©. Copyright: Bernard de Silva-September 2009
Aparna Pathak
Aparna belongs to India.She was born in a small town and brought up in the capital city Delhi. She is Graduate in English (Honors) from Delhi University and Post Graduate in Public Relations. Artistically inclined,during her college days she had the privilege to perform a dance drama for Mr. Sonar Chand, India’s gold medallist choreographer of that time. She has been writing for 2 years. Previously,Aparna worked in a school for a few years and now has taken writing as her full time passion. She writes poems at
http://euphoricpoetry.blogspot.in/
Cactus
Isolated was a saint standing in dissolution,
anticipating long for its salvation,
staring the oasis far away,
seems a mirage ready to betray.
Shrunk itself to its resources
Saving torso from external forces,
world declare it as a snub,
cattle uses it like a scrub,
toddlers are rescued by its spine,
but who cares if it is fine.
© Aparna Pathak 2012
Pearls
Dewdrops filled with moonlight,
hidden in oyster divine,
crushed by proud Cleopatra,
to sip in world’s expensive wine.
Milky tears of god,
rolling purposeless in my hand,
blended with salty drops,
their shine seems to expand.
Experiencing the longed serenity,
safe within embrace of shell,
confined in harmonious boundary,
no more it desires to yell.
© Aparna Pathak 2012
Nella S Wulan
Nella was born in Semarang-Central Java, and now lives in Bandung-West Java ,Indonesia-SouthEast Asia. She loves writing poems and prose. Nella's poems appear in the gathered-anthology of KunFC ebook(2010),Teras Suluh Bulletin(2010), Puisi Kasih (2010), Senja Dibatas Kata (2011),Penyair Mutakhir Kartini Indonesia (2012), Suvivors Guide to Bedlam (2012), The Muse of Violence(2012) and in Reflections on a Blue Planet(2012)
Here We Are
here we are, still
from turning left and right
in the convers' cave
the wall whispers
the angel scarves
a lantern sparkling
to the loved people arms
to the legs' land
© Nella S Wulan November 2011
The Foot Days
some steps run out in a hurry
they don't want to be scattered
all over the place
the soles walk through beginning days
unsplit on through several fingers
split out, then they have picked up
to come a day of two season: wet and dry
while sticky days swing around
the dates and months scattered away
some steps keep in a hurry
sustainably walk, run and jump
©Nella S Wulan July 2012
Where DO
mornings blow
misty rhymes
where do you keep the silence up
where people take smiles up
where does the land pull breath out
cool days
blue ocean, blue ocean
where do you lay down a hawk's holding up
the tight flying, much flown up
tighten wings more
©Nella S Wulan July 2012
Whisper
whispering sun
to the large morning
to the wind dialog
to the birds' wings
to the leafy serenade
to the flawless fleece
to the amazed arms
to the strong feet
to the flare land
to the fillers' whisper
© Nella S Wulan August 2010
Frances Ayers
Since her mid forties Frances has been writing poetry,mostly in rhyme,although recently she has begun to write free verse and Haiku.She has found writing to be very cathartic,as it has helped her deal with a number of losses,especially the suicide
of her younger brother.Frances has been published in three Facebook anthologies and online.Her poem,"As Old As Sea",came in third place in the May 2010 voicesnet.com poetry contest,and another poem,"Of Winter Born",was voted a three star finalist on that same
site.Most recently,her poems have been published in the anthology series,"Reflections On A Blue Planet"by Brian Wrixon on Blurb.When she is not writing,Frances cares for an elderly uncle.Previously she worked as a Social Worker with abused and neglected children,after receiving her MSW from Fordham University in New York.
Rainbow Promises(Tanka)
The rainbow smiles
A wide grin across the sky
While the earth sighs
A sense of relief and awe
Knowing God keeps promises
Copyright Frances Ayers 2012
Remember Me With Smiles
When my long journey on earth comes to an end
And the river of tears flow out to the sea
When silence appears like a long lost friend
And time alone replaces the feeling of "we"
Then please recall special times that we shared
And laugh at mistakes that we seldom forgave
Recalling two souls that often lay bared
For our special bond will survive the grave
Copyright Frances Ayers 2010
Pictures Of Her Past(Tanka)
Pictures of her past
Lovely bright colors
Though dark at one point
As seen through filtered light
And a once darkened mind
Copyright Frances Ayers 2012
The Substance Of Things (Haiku)
Purest essence
The foundation of life
Lies within us
Washes over us
And purifies the soul
A new beginning
Primordial
Forever one with nature
A gift to mankind
Copyright Frances Ayers 2012
The Simplicity Of Grass(Haiku)
Does it ask much?
Clothed in simple attire
unassuming
How still it is
Slumbering with the earth
While flowers dream
Beckons man and beast
It's fragrant bed
Always ready
Copyright Frances Ayers 2012
A Souls'Quiet Reflection
Poised along the waters deep
Beneath the darkened sky
Silent thoughts though once asleep
Appear to wakened eyes
Reflections of a time not lost
Of sorrows,joy and pain
The lifelong lessons and the cost
And loved ones that remain
Kind words spoken years ago
Like diamonds in the night
Gives pause to the searching soul
Awaiting dawning light
Copyright Frances Ayers 2011
With Thanks And Love
For all the love you freely gave
The outstretched hand through strain and stress
And words of praise you often lent
Of hope and smiles you quickly gave
For all the joy your presence brought
You lit the paths,which I thought gray
And delivered moments rich in dreams
Your life passed quickly,I often thought
But memories stayed and soothed my tears
Copyright Frances Ayers 2010
Impressum
Texte: Individual Poets Who Retain All Rights To their Work
Bildmaterialien: All photos are copyright free
Lektorat: Frances Ayers
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 03.08.2012
Alle Rechte vorbehalten
Widmung:
To Our Facebook Friends And Mentors,Who Have Been A Source Of Constant Inspiration