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Shining Star of Sunlight – Promote Yourself

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Rainbows of Happiness LLC
Ball of light; glowing white-hot center.
bursting forth your rays, connecting sky to earth.
Illuminating the world from your perch;
amongst a field of blue speckled with cotton-colored clouds.
Brilliant morning star, sharing your light;
extending arms to every corner of the world.
Embracing Earth with warmth,
guiding all through darkness.
Beginning dawn with colorful visions;
weaved intricately in translucent spires.
Intensifying heat with day’s progression;
shining brighter as minutes turn to hours.
Reaching your precipice of strength;
you gather your numerous beams.
Sinking wordlessly into the horizon,
slowly disappearing with the first hint of evening.

 Jennifer L Roche

Oh Jemima!

 

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A funny old ryhme my mother used to sing to us does anyone else remember it or know its origin:

” Oh Jemima look at your uncle Jim,
he’s in the duck pond learning how to swim,
first he does the breast stroke, …
then he does the side,
but now he’s under the water
swimming against the tide”…

Dedicated to my mum Josie Icke (nee Lomas) 11.11.1923- 20.10.93
Originally born Tideswell, High Peak but lived in Coniston Avenue, Litle Hulton, Salford 1952 -1993.

And my friend Nigel found another version of the same rhyme/tune.. was this a second verse or the original rhyme that was changed for fun?

“Oh Aunt Jemima, look at your Uncle Jim
Scrubbing out the passage with water, soap and vim.
First he kneels on his left knee
Then he kneels on his right
Now he’s knelt on a bar of soap
And skidded right out of sight”

Sent to you by Simon Icke #SimonIckeUK

Darians Freedom – Promote Yourself

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Walk in circles
Run in squares
Skip in zig zags
Jump up stairs

Step over cracks
Walk backwards
Splash in puddles
Balance on curbs

No need to talk
Just love walks
Might sing a note
Off with my socks

Toes sparkle
Feet are so cold
Crunch of leaves
In no ones mold

Being free, young
What I want, I’ll do
No chains on me
You should try it too

 Bernadette Rivera USA

Godesque – Promote Yourself

 

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Inception.reception.affection.deception
Exeption
Idolatrous love

What is the message, you may ask
Portraits of horrifically beautiful gods
Their faces mirror the vanity of their petrified existence

They came late to the party Scandalous adventures
Of a bored routine
A roar of a baby
Sentenced to lively live
In disdain

A sacred passion
A distorted belief
Relief
Rea.
This is my wee blog, in case you liked what you’ve read and want to check out my other poem attempts http://cabaretlife.wordpress.com/

October – Promote Yourself

 

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October, october i will never forget
Thank you for being the best part of my life yet
Thank you for looking out for me and bringing happiness to surround me
As the leaves slowly drop down and the wind heavily blows
Waiting for the whitest coats of snow
The thoughts, the joy and the sorrows to
The sun and the rain that brings colours through
Thank you with all respect, i hope winter is not what i expect
The cold, the miserable and busy too
Thank you october i do love you, as fall disappears
And the rain cry’s through all of the memories will be remembered too
Even if moments like this do not last
At least i can look back and say “I had a wonderful past”.

debby osami

Forgotten Memories – Promote Yourself

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Forgotten memories materialized,
Solemn, raved, swift.
A heaven incensed with
Love, hearty smiles, dreams.
Faded into a hell, dark skies,
Rain blood, shadows, death.
The rose one day in heaven,
Now gory hands, headed down,
Alone in the midst of bare desert.

Robert Ahanes (about.me/robertahanes)

The Needless Facade – Promote Yourself

 

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Come on, who are you trying to fool here
Why so determined to maintain that veneer
I see how you cling on unflappably
Afraid to let it slip lest they see the fracture within
The fear is crippling but I see the crack
Pour some honey on it, it’s courage you lack

You’re selling a you that’s quite untrue
Telling of a mangled image, nothing but a hack
The story without diverts from the tale within
Pour some milk on it let the mending begin

Still stubborn I see
Unwilling to pay vulnerability’s fee
It’s scary I know, it’s much easier to act plastic
But this adamant borders on the psychotic
The desperate hold you wield over the masquerade
Even an escaped drop of tenderness you quench or fade
Pour some ointment on it, soothe it away

While you have the opportunity, make hay
Before you become what you’d despise, make way
For the you I know to emerge
All are ready to sing the facade’s dirge
The song that marks your reality betrayed

So pour some wine and together rejoice
You hear the collective sigh
And the gratitude of your peers in one relieved voice

Setor Dzisenu
Accra, Ghana
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UPON THE FRAIL AIR – Promote Yourself

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And I sat there watching as she tip toes across the splashing shore
of a cold and wistful lake/

A tip toe here, a tip toe there, hardly a splash did she make/
She would look at me with that pale face and her rosy lips would turn/
A smile of a thousand years to be with her I would yearn/
Her windy gown would move in a gentle windy way/
I just sat there enthralled so lucky to be with her on this day/
Clouds were low and the sky was grey but her energy did prevail/
I dreamt the two of us together on the ocean for a sail.

She creeped out upon a lofty log that floated amongst the water/
A giggle escaped her lips as she teetered and then a falter/
I will never forget the scream as she slipped into the deep/
To this day my heart it skips and I sink into a darkened weep/
Sitting there I watched her gasp she tried to reach and splashing/
Now tangled in her lovely dress and hair across her thrashing/
One fatal yell was all that escaped and then just water whispered/
My body stiffened across the lawn my heart away now drifted.

I scream for aid from far away and none are there to hear/
Laying there wishing for death for her cries they made me fear/
My wheelchair dumped and spinning I am helpless in despair/
Then her voice she touches me from upon the broken air/
She speaks as that of an angel telling me with great care/

“All is a spinning wheel my sweet and as is here is also there.”

RA mccolley

Typical Sunday Night – Promote Yourself

 

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Sitting here Sunday night
I’m anxiously awaiting something of importance
Anything with substance
I need to get my head right for distinguishing alibies and truth around
midnight

I want to cry out
Both tears and screams
I feel I need someone to examine me
Spinning I strikeout it’s about to be lights out I dread a black out

Agonizing over apologizing makes me fearful
Feeling like I’ve injured myself burning hot
Fire pokers impaling and vital organs need to heal
That’s always a losing battle having quarrels with rivals

Breathe damnit girl get it together
Do something of importance
Get off of your knees
Put on your armor yes you can stay bitter you just need to be calmer

Think think think
Over analyze the previous interaction
How will that help
Rethink Inner dialect and get a drink from the bathroom sink

I have no clue
What is going on
I don’t know
Subdue taboo thoughts of you

Need want lust love crave
Everything bad is good for me
My brain doesn’t work correctly
The way I behave will only pave my path to my grave

This is never ending
Loops circles round objects
Lot of disproportionate holes
Dripping on the floor pieces of me like I’m seeding

Pick me up water and plant me
I want to grow tall and stronger
I’m wilting and dying
Just agree even if it’s out of pity a masochist best describes me baby I’m so
thirsty

For Tuesday mornings

 Kelley Stephens

Hi my name is Kelley Stephens and I live in Oklahoma, My blog is Casa de la K and you can find me at kelleystephens20.wordpress.com. I hope everyone enjoys!

LETTING GO – Promote Yourself

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Having faith to open your heart,
Broadening your mind to accept differences,
Believing in tolerance and showing it,
Being vulnerable to embrace love,
And accepting your partner though you risk pain.

Letting your imagination bring new challenges;
Making a choice to love without conditions;
Seeing that a shorter life isn’t a limited one;
Going beyond what you visualize
And making your dreams a reality.

Stemming past struggles to blossom in the present, thrive in the future;
Learning to trust yourself in order to trust others,
Finding what’s important means sharing life, not running from it;
Letting go of emotional chains that stop you from living,
And embracing your soulmate before your heart hardens; stops beating.

Wendy Shreve

FEAR ITSELF – Promote Yourself

Fear itself

A speech for the ages heard these words loudly read

“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself” was boldly voiced

Reckless words spoken without true understanding

Made to seem as if said fear is all just in your head

“Fear itself” comes in many guises but brings only dread

 

Fear is eerily quiet and stealthily ever so cunning

It paralyzes the body and holds hostage the mind

Exceedingly clever, steadfast and eternally patient

As it lies silently in wait, your downfall forthcoming

Yes the power of “fear itself” is really quite stunning

It hides in the shadows to immerse you in icy pain

It burns hot like the sun as it preys on your weakness

Ignoring your strengths it plays tricks in your head

It’s power undeniable until all sanity has waned

Abandoned rationality and hope are all that remain

 

The fight against fear is a persons battle of wills

The man who spoke that day knew not what he said

Fear is a force not to be discounted or mocked for effect

Or our blood will stain dark as certainly as it spills

Because the undeniable truth is that “fear itself” kills.

Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed this piece.

Feel free to drop by my blog for more.

www.jmc813.wordpress.com

JMC813

FULL CIRCLE – Promote Yourself

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THE MELODY OF BIRTH

HO! I greet you on this new day
I am here, on wings of melody & light
This birth thus sets me on my way
The music keeping the cosmos within sight
The sounds of life take me to a new height
I thank you for the melody & the gift of the voice
So I greet you on this new day

THE CHILD SPEAKS (ONCE)

The eyes of a child are filled with wonder
Enchanted by all there is to see
How I long to live, to command the thunder
To be as king, and humble servant to be
For the Voice shapes the cosmos, the land & sea
No matter how tall, strong, how I make my choice
The eyes of a child always filled with joy

SECRETS

Shadows of the season don’t comfort today
For I know I face a mountain tomorrow
And I know tomorrow must come what may
With all it’s bountiful promises of sorrow
The child now speaks, words, that ring as hollow
The Voice is distant, and gives no reason to rejoice
The shadows cannot comfort today

LOST

Lost wisdom now has forsaken me
I tread a path with timid steps & a heavy heart
I have been graced, but will not see
And ears that refuse to hear what the Voice imparts
The road I’m on tears me apart
I’m on my knees, tears streaming for the Voice
Lost wisdom has forsaken me

FULL CIRCLE (THE CHILD SPEAKS TWICE)

Those eyes of wonder open once again
Ears once deaf now are ready to hear
To the void, all my doubts I abandon
Now I know I have nothing to fear
I welcome the Voice, for now I can hear
The child speaks twice, he has made his choice
And those eyes of wonder open once again…

enjoy, and thanks for the opportunity to display my work!
cheers

Nathan Carlson, composer

hi guys, my name’s Nathan Carlson,and I’m a composer of music from Australia who’s trying his hand at poetry:

True Within My Soul

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When I am alone
Blue skies, in autumn
I delight in the splendour

I can discard the hate
That swells around me
When people wreak allowances
Ugly
Venom
Coursing through their veins
In a supported fashion of
Real
Driven
Pain

Back here I lay my body on the natural earth
And feel the fabric of my existence
Envelop me with little regard of self worth
Only the Grace of no resistance
Eyes searching the brilliance of a sky
Pleasure in the chaos of human kind
Losing its way; a struggle that will not defy
This languorous journey in my free mind

Walking on the street
I would hear laughter
We realize that man
Builds up an ego to
Seek
Search
Imaginings of a certain love thought alone
Vulnerable
At risk
If only for a moment of hateful spite

Yet this quiet brisk windswept fall whence
I will realize the quest of God’s nature
To allow my soul to rest in the earth with confidence
Knowing I can be so happy and free to be sure

The pattern of life begins with every new sunrise
Knowing only our beauty of love will be the wise

Thom Amundsen
http://thinkingoutloudagain.wordpress.com

THE MEANING OF IT ALL – Promote Yourself

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When the light
shines on you just right
i can see our sailing souls on this ship
everything else is dark, but our emotions stay lit
as you walk through my emotional shores i see your foot prints

Headed

Directly to my soul on any given weekday or weekend
you’re leisure time during the evening
i’m full of substance, yet you make me feel weakened
no words needed to be spoken
cause this isn’t a game ; so there are no tokens
my doors are normally closed , but for you it’s open

Sometimes

I wish i would of never allowed you in
to my ocean with no life vest to swim
i put all my thoughts & feelings on the line
knowing that my passion towards you means everything

You’ve

Shown me confidence & how it feels to win
& i show you the simplicity of love minus the burden
with nothing else to be heard
cause you’re the space between my words
seduction & action to all my verbs

With

You there is no you vs them
even if my ink pen
has gone dry these feelings will never reach an END

BY: LINO ROBLES
http://www.linorobles.wordpress.com

The Pardon – Promote Yourself

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My dog lay dead five days without a grave
In the thick of summer, hid in a clump of pine
And a jungle of grass and honeysuckle-vine.
I who had loved him while he kept alive

Went only close enough to where he was
To sniff the heavy honeysuckle-smell
Twined with another odor heavier still
And hear the flies’ intolerable buzz.

Well, I was ten and very much afraid.
In my kind world the dead were out of range
And I could not forgive the sad or strange
In beast or man. My father took the spade

And buried him. Last night I saw the grass
Slowly divide (it was the same scene
But now it glowed a fierce and mortal green)
And saw the dog emerging. I confess

I felt afraid again, but still he came
In the carnal sun, clothed in a hymn of flies,
And death was breeding in his lively eyes.
I started in to cry and call his name,

Asking forgiveness of his tongueless head.
. . . I dreamt the past was never past redeeming:
But whether this was false or honest dreaming
I beg death’s pardon now. And mourn the dead.

Richard Wilbur

Forever and Always – Promote Yourself


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Love, you captivate my thoughts.

You possess my beating heart.

No matter what, I’ll love you…

Till death set us apart.

 

I will love you when your door is open,

On your best of days.

And I’ll love you when your door is slammed,

Right before my face.

 

My worthless soul is chained to you,

You own every part of me.

And if you find someone else,

I’ll be waiting right here patiently.

 

Whether you like it, or whether you don’t,

I’ll be here forever and always.

You can hurt me all you want,

But my affection won’t be fazed.

 

No harsh words can change my love,

For it has made me deaf.

I shall remain faithful,

Even though you left.

 

I hope that you are happy,

And she treats you like a king.

I hope she cares for your every need,

And succeeds your wildest dreams.

 

But if she treats you badly,

Please do not let her stay….

You deserve the finest,

No matter what they say.

 

Love, you captivate my thoughts.

You posses my beating heart.

No matter what, I’ll love you…

Till death set us apart.

 

© 2013, Riley Willson

 ( http://www.miscontruedexpression.wordprress.com )

What I’ve become – Promote Yourself

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It’s easy to see why the women you’ve become
seems too much
when you’ve been through so much
I
Seldom sit with “content”
but in this overview all i can say is “What If”
my prowess would not be sufficient enough
but then again “what if”
My
Coy side would stop me short of
what could, something that i never understood
me being me is very complex
when it should be an easy role
BUT
Why long to be an audience
When you should always strive to be the main act
it’s ok if you stare long or look deep
because I’m me, i solicit all your needs
compassion attention; while giving you space when need be
Looking
Through your eyes while you speak
lost in all of what this life has made you see
but still intrigued on what could be part of me
I
May not beg for it
but i do long for it
teachings and blessing’s all of it
you inside of me
and me inside of you
lost in each others thoughts
with no monotony
just you having all of me
Now
Back To feeling all alone
in the dark where its cold
on this stage
where i am enslaved
with the past deep down in a shallow grave
But
I have overcame
as Martin Luther king had to overcome
with no bullets and no guns
as my pen and paper moves like yarn being spun
I contemplate my beginnings and i come UNDONE
KNOWING
Who i am
is no different than what i’ve become
Lino Robles
http://www.linorobles.wordpress.com/

TREE OF LOVE – Promote Yourself

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First kiss up an oaken tree,
As we swung from branch to branch.
Boys who wrote notes
And hid them in my textbooks.
Holding hands ; laughing at a movie we hardly watched.
Unrequited love that they would never share,
But I would try anyway.
Big city, dark lights, a mini-skirt;
Only a brief encounter, lesson not learned.
Years of undefined relationships, leaving nothing.
Until I remembered that young girl sitting in the tree
And how little she wanted: only a kiss, a boy to call her own.
Decades later the woman has become all she could be
And all you will ever need.
She has challenges still to overcome ;
But you swear you do, too.
Forget the adult charades;
All that has passed before;
Only look at what we have.
Everyday a new adventure;
Every week a new discovery;
Cherished moments we have together;
Love, unqualified, until time is gone
And we return to love in its purist form.

Wendy Shreve

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