Consider this a sort of quiet area in which you'll find some of my own poetry, as well as some of my favorite poems which I'm slowly going to add more of. I'm not saying that my own poetry is all that great, LOL, but here's a bit of it. Do you have some writing that you feel I should have up here? Email it to me, and I'll check it out. Don't ask me to analyze my own poetry. It just appears.
"Who knows where thoughts come from? They just appear!"--Lucas
Chanting in circles
Dancing for rain
Shouting in hollows
Silence sustained
Breathe into shadows
Holding the mile
Praising the afterlife
Insanity vile.
Steal away within my soul
I feel you
The weightlessness of your touch
So heavy on my mind
And you have found your territory
Untouched, unscathed
Timelessness ticks as you cross the lines
Of this hiding place
Welcome home, your majesty.
Take me away across the blue enchanted waves
And dance the miles
Wandering thoughts and hopeless dreams
Making strange patterns in the shadows
With the tears playing melodies
And the sobs with the harmonies
And I composing this overture for years over you.
Angelica Mayfair
Blue Specks
In the clear world
I blew a cage of glass
and hid myself inside.
Like a lonely child
I played with words-
thoughts,
special thoughts,
which I would make, then break,
saying no-not now-not yet.
The fire of spring
scorched my heart and body.
I achieved awareness
of life's bass and treble notes:
I trapped wonder and asked:
What is it?
Saying
no-not now-not yet.
Then, in darkness, stormswept,
you came.
Next day, I took apart the cage
smashed the glass
and gave it to the sky:
This was your gift.
I picked up my faithless heart,
and met the world
with direct gaze.
Nurunnessa Choudhury
Excerpt from "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran
Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
And with a great voice, he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your heights and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
And if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
And to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
This is some poetry by my friend, Pier Giorgio, and I really liked it, so he said I could put it up on my website. Here it is
One day on May,
When I saw up Life,
I took my words
And I let them fly.
As a gentle bird
In the gentlest breeze,
As a raging thunder
In the eye of storm,
Do my words fly,
And my heart is theirs.
And when the worst times come,
When darkness threatens
To engulf my moody soul,
Always then my words return
And I'm alive anew.
Looking outside,
Through my open window,
Staring at the sun
Or wondering at what's low,
Hearing singing birds
Through the gentle breeze,
Feeling the warmth of sun
On my soul and skin,
Breating my spring air
Full with the scent of flowers,
Looking to the bloom
Of one thousand shining crowns,
As my soul partakes
Of Earth's return to life,
So I feel and know
Wondrous is to indeed be alive!
-Pier Giorgio-