Potters Hands
Her Dignity a phoenix of red crinoline
Shawl of poise gentle as a storm
The rain beckons me to seek shelter
Her arms bring a test
Rodin chisels his relished stone
What gate shall we enter?
Violin concerto calms the fire
Duality needs balance
Eagle wings soar with ease
Our integrity blends the colors
Red with blue, yellow with black
We dance on flames of fine marble
I know you have suffered
I know you suffer
The test is a labyrinth
These miles of forlorn road
Streets where doorways tempt
Loneliness like a kiln
Morals and ethics of green jade
I am the crude clay that must be formed
We meet like a wild wilderness
The sky smiles like a mother’s apron
It seems purpose is like Greek fate
We are formed into a grand plan
The Potters hands at work
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Traffic Jam: The Trap Of Traffic Light
It's not only test your luck, but also test your patience
It's not only test your guts, but also test your instinct
It's not only test your sanity, but also test your obedience to law
It's not only test your ethics, but also test your fidelity
It's not only test your sight, but also test your reflex
It's not only test your estimation of time, but also test your street knowledge
It's not only test your ego, but also test your kindness
It's not only test your control, but also test your awareness
It's not only test your attitude, but also test your responsibility
It's not only test your priority, but also test your humanity
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Light Beckons Her
LIGHT BECKONS HER
Light beckons her
She that travailed much
Light beckons her
She that tasted life’s test in earnest
Light beckons her
She that suffered much in her years
Light beckons her
She that passed her test in flying colours
Light beckons her
She that claims all my heart’s honours
Light beckons her
She that travailed much now has repose
Light beckons her
See how the angels cuddle her in warm embrace
Light beckons her
Now rest is yours! Rest Caroline! Rest Adelanke!
For Light beckons you!
No noise with light but silence, sweet silence.
Therefore enjoy your rest, Adelanke
As Light beckons you!
Jude Adebosoye Ogunade
This poem was written on hearing the death of my mother.
poem by Jude Ogunade
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Choose Your Color
I will paint the walls blue
Blue is calm, blue is power
Blue is the color of tranquility
Do you see my colors yet?
I will paint the ceiling green
Green is healthy, green is peace
Green makes time move faster
Do you see my colors yet?
I will paint the floor red
Red is fire, red is danger
Red is the symbol of passion
Do you see my colors yet?
I will paint the sky purple
Purple is sad, purple is gloomy
Purple is the color of romance
Do you see my colors yet?
I will paint the tree black
Black is fear, black is death
Black is the symbol of grief
Do you see my colors yet?
I will paint the street yellow
Yellow is happy, yellow is fresh
Yellow is the color of sunshine
Do you see my colors yet?
I will paint the fence orange
orange is wisdom, orange is wealth
Orange is the color of success
Do you see my colors yet?
I will paint everything white
White is good, white is pure
White is the color of faith
Have you seen my colors yet?
(August 16th,2006)
poem by Christopher G. Turner
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Dragons
In the year of the Jade Emperor,
In the time of the people’s pain,
The sun was hot, the people groaned
The sky gave up no rain;
‘The sky gave up no rain, ’ he said,
‘The ground was dry as a bone,
There were no rivers or lakes to feed
The crops that the people owned.
The rice lay waste in the paddy fields,
The people ate bark and clay,
While on the shores of the Eastern Sea
Four dragons laughed and played.’
‘These creatures, made of snake and claw,
Of horn, and fire and scale,
Looked down to see the people pray,
To hear the people wail,
So Black, and Yellow, Long and Pearl,
For these were the dragons’ names,
Felt sad for the people’s plight, and said,
“We must bring on the rain! ”
Without the rain, the people die,
They are so poor and thin,
We needs must enter at Heaven’s Gate
So He will intervene! ’
‘They flew to the Jade Emperor
Who promised to send them rain,
But then sat back with his minstrel songs,
Forgot the people’s pain.
For ten long days the dragons paused
To wait the darkening clouds,
But only saw the people cry,
Lay out their dead in shrouds.
They laid their dead in shrouds, ’ he said,
‘The lastborn to the first,
The dragons said, “He heeds us not,
Won’t slake the people’s thirst.”’
‘The dragons flew to the Eastern Sea,
They knew it would bring them pain,
But to ease the hurt of the brown, dead earth
What else, but the soothing rain?
Now, dragons’ care for man’s despair,
His hopes, his joys, his tears,
They send their many blessings down,
Relieve the people’s fears.
They flew on out to the Eastern Sea
Its waters so clear and deep,
They flung it up to the heavens high
That what they’d sow, they’d reap.’
Then down it came in a storm of rain
That fed the people’s joy,
They laughed aloud at this water cloud
That the dragons had employed.
The moment the Jade Emperor
By the Sea God was informed,
He stamped and raged, and bellowed loud
That he would not be scorned!
He called his Generals and his troops,
To make the dragons’ answer,
Then called the Mountain God to him
To lie on them forever!
Caught fast beneath a mountain each
The dragons still were glad,
They’d saved the people from their pain,
The price they paid was sad;
But not unbearable, they thought,
So Long, and Black and Yellow,
With Pearl, devised another plan
That they might ever follow.
They turned themselves to rivers wide
To flow across each valley,
From West to East, the Long, the Black,
The Pearl flows, and the Yellow.
Four dragons’ that once cared for man,
Four dragons’ spread their tails,
They fed the crops that man might eat,
Might sing or dance, not wail;
The Heilongjiang is River Black,
The Dragon of the north,
And south of him, the Huanghe flows,
The Yellow Dragon’s course;
The Yangtze is the Dragon Long,
The Changjiang, to the mouth,
While Pearl is now the Zhujiang,
The Dragon of the south.
23 December 2005
poem by David Lewis Paget
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The Earth Writhes
Feet are formed to walk with;
Men use them to leave footprints.
Hands are formed to work with;
Men use them to raise monuments.
In their attempts to make these
Men make havoc on the earth.
Fellow men suffer; animals suffer;
Trees and seas suffer; the earth writhes with pain.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Dragon and The Phoenix (version one)
The Dragon and The Phoenix (version one) :
The sleeping Tiger lies in a mist, covered in mystery.
Who is he, what is his purpose?
The sleeping Flame lies in a cloud, shrouded by time.
Who is she, what is her purpose?
As the could falls in the night, and mingles in the mist... the Flame touches the Tiger and both awaken. The Flame brightens and swirls around the Tiger, the Tiger roars as the flames engulf him and he transforms into the wise Dragon. The Flame crackles as the Dragon's roar sounds through the night. The crackle becomes a cry of joy as the Dragon breathes a breath of fire upon the Flame, adding his burning love to hers. The Flame turns into a fiery bird with a great
cry. A Phoenix has been born, and a Dragon has grown in the fires of love. This bond forged is stronger than steel, stronger than the very foundations of the earth.
Nothing and no one can break this love. The love of the Dragon and the Phoenix will live beyond the end of time, their hearts forever entwined. Purpose has been found, the balance formed by the Dragon and Phoenix that awakened them is their purpose. The love they share forever is a shining light for all who despair; the Dragon and Phoenix are smiled upon by the Creator for they are what he intended love between two to be.
poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
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Small Poems # 20
STILLNESS
Gentle cushion blooming dawn.
Caress the solitude of life.
Bring to all the forgiven.
Splendid earth, molded of clay.
SOLITUDE
Gentle to the golden ear.
Raptured with natures nectar.
Blooming in the wilderness.
Dawns silence in quiet time.
MORE FLOWERS
Many colors fill the lawn.
Over by a gate forlorn.
Sidewalk wonder on display.
Look to the virgin sky.
copyright 1993 POEWHIT
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JESUS SAVES
poem by Joe Poewhit
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The End of Good Works
Many souls religious at their best, will surely fail their final test,
A test that man created friend, where good works are their end,
Ignoring The Words of The Son, God’s Only, True Chosen One,
Christ’s very words, “It is finished”; His Salvation is diminished.
Religion is man’s way to God, from down upon the earth’s sod,
In their works, they add to faith, ignoring Christ’s Saving Grace,
Letting religion guide their way, ignoring what Christ has to say,
Final words spoken by The Son, words from Him, for everyone.
Every religion is created by man; a salvation, not of God’s plan,
Led by the one who lied to Eve, so the religious, he will deceive,
Creating religions formed by men, of which, God shall condemn,
When Christ judges every nation, not by works but His salvation.
God, from above, sent His Lamb, Jesus Christ, The Great “I Am”.
To bring salvation to every land, Truth, all men must understand,
The Lord, who died on a tree, finishing salvation for you and me,
As Christ alone is the only way, no matter what religion does say.
All, who ignore the words of Christ, shall never enter Eternal Life,
As Christ alone paid the price, so that man could enter Paradise,
Good works won’t work friend, as many shall see come the end,
Ignoring Christ’s words on Calvary, will only bring wrath eternally.
(08/2011)
Sweets by Air
I can make a personal delivery
How, you ask?
Well, you could meet
I will spread my wings and fly halfway
Just to meet with you
You can do the same
Yes, you are an angel
So spread your wings
We will meet on the highest mountain peaks
Before handing over the sweets
We have to soar, the skies together
Be realistic?
All we think of, is a possibility
Just close your eyes
And see us, soar the skies together
Two friends together
Holding hands as we hover
In clear blue skies
Miles apart
Yet living in each other's hearts
poem by Persian Khushi
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Eagle's song
Flying high in the sky, soaring
very high. High as an eagle
Yet only in my mind's eye.
Not giving up, yet continuing,
to try.
Gliding, through the gusty wind.
Until wings and the wind somehow blends together, as an acoustic, melodic strum, and births a song.
A gentle, distinct sound.
Is this the purpose?
A reason to the why,
Pressing through the storm, head lifted high
Eyes finally to see the sun piercing
behind the clouds. The eagle soars.
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Phoenix From the Flames
Silence shields the pain
So you say nothing
Feel they've rigged the game
And you're done with lovin'
Only you can see the darkness in the northern lights
Phoenix from the Flames
We will rise together
They will know our names
Can you feel it
Shelter me from pain
I always wanna feel this way
Oh yeah
Just like a Phoenix from the Flame
Wish they'd take you back
Cos you miss heaven
Too many bags to pack
So leave them where they are
Tonight you're flying on a golden dream
Phoenix from the Flames
We will rise together
They will know our names
Can you feel it
Shelter me from pain
I always wanna feel this way
Everybody's talking
Nobody's listening
Too busy thinking about what you've
Been missing
Everybody said you're gonna take it
Too far baby now
Well come on
When you're done with lovin'
It comes down to nothing
Can you feel it
Can you feel it
Can you feel it
Phoenix from the Flames
We will rise together
They will know our names
Can you feel it
Shelter me from pain
I always wanna feel this way
Oh yeah
Just like a Phoenix from the Flame
Phoenix from the Flames
We will rise together
They will know our names
Can you feel it
Shelter me from pain
I always wanna feel this way
Oh yeah
Just like a Phoenix from the Flame
Why don't you come and deny it
You know you can't deny it
I always wanna feel this way
Just like a Phoenix from the Flames
song performed by by Robbie Williams from I've Been Expecting You
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We Always Remember
Pizzicato yarns of yellow daffodils
We are ruffled shirts of crinoline skies
Children of the Golden gate
Eyes of honesty
Eyes open to the stale vision
Dance now on the green gardens
Swirl amidst the happy stars
Our time is a taste of freedom
Anoint the flowers to speak
Banners of a better world
The coming sacred age
On fire with serendipity
On fire in the universal temple
Harmony sails like free doves
Dreams permeate
Visions like prophets
Streets fill with the innocent
Now we pray
We are old
We hide
We smile
But we always remember
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The Proof Of Worth
Though victory's proof of the skill you possess,
Defeat is the proof of your grit;
A weakling can smile in his days of success,
But at trouble's first sign he will quit.
So the test of the heart and the test of your pluck
Isn't skies that are sunny and fair,
But how do you stand to the blow that is struck
And how do you battle despair?
A fool can seem wise when the pathway is clear
And it's easy to see the way out,
But the test of man's judgment is something to fear,
And what does he do when in doubt?
And the proof of his faith is the courage he shows
When sorrows lie deep in his breast;
It's the way that he suffers the griefs that he knows
That brings out his worst or his best.
The test of a man is how much he will bear
For a cause which he knows to be right,
How long will he stand in the depths of despair,
How much will he suffer and fight?
There are many to serve when the victory's near
And few are the hurts to be borne,
But it calls for a leader of courage to cheer
The men in a battle forlorn.
It's the way you hold out against odds that are great
That proves what your courage is worth,
It's the way that you stand to the bruises of fate
That shows up your stature and girth.
And victory's nothing but proof of your skill,
Veneered with a glory that's thin,
Unless it is proof of unfaltering will,
And unless you have suffered to win.
poem by Edgar Albert Guest
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The Life I Live
It has been said that blue is the color of the sky although others may say
Blue is an emotion when someone is close to tears-
Sad, melancholy and disheartened-
I look upwards toward the sky on a sunny day when
I don’t feel sad and blue.
Green is the color of the leaves upon the trees, although
I have heard others say they are jealous- green or envious-
I enjoy the trees, especially in the summertime,
Blown about in a gentle and cooling breeze-
The same leaves turn yellow, gold and orange in the autumn and
Fire blazes a bright red in color-
It is the fire of my spirit that burns
When anger plagues my troubled mind-
Rain falls and puts out the fires but
The rage inside of me is a shade of red that will not be tamed.
I look upward towards the sky on a sunny day,
As the leaves upon the trees rustle in the wind-
I pray for the rain to fall to quench the fury that burns my soul-
I don’t feel melancholy blue or jealous-green-
I have days when I enjoy the colors of the autumn foliage-
But the color red of rage defines the life I live.
Today I glance upward toward the blue sky and the leaves upon the trees-
Today I feel sad and blue and close to tears because
Of the pain that the fire inside of me that is always burning-
If the sun and the trees could laugh and send me good vibrations perhaps
They would cheer me and I could capture the colors blue, green, orange and yellow-
And perhaps even red as being bold and beautiful-
And with these colors I could paint a rainbow upon my horizon and
There would be no reason for anger to smolder my heart again-
I could laugh with the sun at the splendor of the rainbow against the sky of cobalt blue- And glad to say that raging fire of resentment
Is behind me now and I never feel sad and blue because
I have repainted my world with colors of joy, happiness and eagerness
To live my new life beneath that rainbow of contentment.-
Claudia Krizay
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Phoenix Reborn
From the Great Fire’s ash, a new Phoenix shall rise
It’s glory is born from another’s demise
It’s mighty wings spread, as the Fire Bird sings
It’s voice heals the world, as it spreads it’s great wings
It rises above, a new King of the Skies
To the ends of the Earth the great Phoenix flies
Reborn from ashes, the Great Flame of the Sky
But in a burst of flame, this Phoenix shall die
Reduced to but ash, 'til the fire is stoked anew
This is the fate of the Phoenix, King of Skies Blue
From the ashes of death, shall a great flame be born
From the Great Fire’s ash, mighty Phoenix reborn
poem by Tim Vallie
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In The East
Like the wild organs of the winter storm
Is the people gloomy rage,
The purple billow of battle
Of stars leaf-stripped.
With broken brows, silvery arms
The night beckons to dying soldiers.
In the autumnal ash-tree’s shade
The ghosts of the killed are sighing.
Thorny wilderness surrounds the town.
From steps that bleeds the moon
Drives off dumbfounded women.
Wild wolves have burst through the gate.
poem by Georg Trakl
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Dancing on butterfly wings
Dancing dancing,
swaying my hips.
You wish you could see
the butterfly tattoo
and kiss my lips.
I'll dance all night long,
and sing with the crowd
but when this night is done
i would don my shroud.
You see I'm that person
that can fly all day and night
never caught, cause even fragile i will fight.
I can have yellow black or even green
cause i only dance on butterfly wings.
You can reach out for me
with your in-snaring net
I will just dance away.
Cause you can surely bet,
I dance dance dance,
on butterfly wings.
Beauty sprouts from my back,
colors swirl down to my feet.
I dance and dance
all night long.
And I'll disappear in the winter
I'll come dance another night.
poem by Ashley burnam
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The Beats Goes On
Flash…
Speeding…
An enlighten intellect…
Coming your way…
Look out!
Tracking her own as she go…
Asking you…
What you think you know…
About this…
What kind of love are you…
Trying to give me…
Serious or phat…
Games are good in sports…
I will cut you short…
If you can’t come correct…
I am no target…
But a bargain…
(TOP SHELF) …
The best of the best…
Not a contest…
Not a test…
But, the real deal…
Not, a third wheel…
You heel to that…
And I might just let…?
If you are thinking forlorn…
You best start thinking balance…
By no means…am I lost…
Concerning me and my well…
Being… is your best bet…
I am your queen…
Your dream…
Your every desire…
Not clay as for play…
But woman…
A molding of self…
Be with me…
Give me…
My just due…
Right…from you…
Not a want-to-be…
But I am…
W O M A N…
Steel, and silky…
Cold and warm…
Your place of rest…
Your shelter in a storm…
I am your warmth…
Not damaged goods…
But a person to be pampered…
Now and always…
I, I, I, AM…
Your Queen…
Respect that.
Whisperkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Flesh Becomes Flesh!
where lovers meet,
and lay down their swords.
where song is born,
before thoughts or constraints.
where touch is formed,
in the bed of want.
where hearts are loosed,
and fire begins.
where two roads merge,
two rivers become one.
where the sparrow's wings
gain the eagle's heights.
where black and white
are filled with color.
where the mountaintop
embraces the sky.
where every dream
is laid at the door.
where time itself
looses its grip....
where thunder waits
in the silent clouds.
where scars are touched,
and flesh becomes flesh!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Kiss On The Hand
Ribald timeless silver blade
Azure handle of pearl
I am the marble
The green jade
Formed into sacred temples
Temples of golden lamps
Love makes kings kneel
Silk caravans
Sleep on islands of lava
Blue earth on fire
Jupiter a navel jewel
The soft candle of night
Her hair cascades like dreams
Palm trees sway in moonlight
Caressed like a Monet canvass
Dross burned in the heart of beauty
Vermeer paints the blue earring
Purity the ideal of saints
Romance and chivalry bow
A gentleman I must be
Her ancestry watch like angels
I kiss the hand of my Princess
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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