Silver WInd

Owl Who? an ageless question spoken by a bird as old as Athena it is no wonder she was renowned for her wisdom such a worthy advisor she would choose to ask a most profound who? No more than that said but we may wonder the depths of such a quandary. Who are we? as living creatures human beings bearers of souls Who do we think we are? to make this trespass to determine life and death to shepherd the souls of others in whose foot treads we meekly follow with misplaced arrogance. Who are you? standing alone in the woods as an individual contemplating your own life and existence The stately bird knower of the secrets of night, watches all from a concealed perch and gives no answer but a single question who?

This is quite interesting. It is a nice concept, for is it not true, how often we try and convince ourselves of things that we know are not true

LOL, yes acutally I do, I forget to add those all the time

Thank you for your coments. They should acutally be the, thanks for catching that one, I will go and fix it

Thank you, though I liked the use of short lines in this poem, it was done with intention

First Daughter Primordial first woman misjudged born of bone dust daughter of Earth she quakes in her own pure sensuality restrained and forced to live in innocent bliss while the folly would blindly follow pre-destined ways she speaks of truth desires more than the flesh of platitude tasting a world beyond her fingertips passion quickens her eyes are determined insensible men mistake for weakness born from their own fear they could not take the first step it was to her burning intellect a wise serpent would appeal heroine in disguise to liberate man born him in the world of knowledge hers was the guiding hand the only curse in their shame that they would remain quivering in ignorance had not woman awakened the soul.

Thank you for your coments, yes this poem is about escaping from this present world, and the hope that someday something better might come. The line about "glass towers" is a refrence to modern day buildings, when I was kid, that is what they looked like to me, they looked like buildings made only of windows. And they gave the illusion that if you through a rock through one of them, the whole thing would just come shattering down. This does express the hope and wish, that the standards and the ugliness of modern society, will someday be brought down As well it is about a sort of feeling of being disconected and not really belonging within this present world

I really like this, it had great meaning behind it, and was quite profound, nicely done.

The New Age It dropped like a hard rock a lump that formed in the pit of the stomach Old pages crumpled on the floor flashes of the news spilled out everywhere Something was lost by the clowns writing about channel 5 and subway stations In a heart beat a truth was stolen love left to plunder only dry words nicely arranged will remain Was it a true death or a new birth those who preach against the ages No longer something of meaning lay bear tenderness evaporated passion a distant memory for the heart It all became hard edges angled lines framed to look somehow unframed but bitterly technical So we close our eyes and try to hold onto something that was once real before it completely dies.

Dream Reality I once believed in something that was real but now it seems all I do is float above Floating toward something unknown swimming with the fish in a cloudless sky Mechanical wings Icarus of the 21st century where the sun keeps on smiling Glass towers will one day shatter but I rise above in this dream reality Separating the illusion into each of its fragments trying to put it into context.

The Sandman Darkness grows as the shadow on the wall grows stillness hovering in the air while sleeps fingers reach to ensnare and the dreams call to pull you under Feel the heaviness encroach just as the nights encroach a stealthy yet lethargic approach there is only the internal lullaby bidding you to drift away into the unknown There is not a sound in the world of sound no last stroke of a distant clock nor a single unruffled bark just a steady beating heart That counts the hour to your final hour when at last you must surrender in full awareness you will be lost So sleep now and forever sleep do not listen to those who weep we are not all but drifting sheep waiting for you in the deep.

LOL nice one Yog

Interesting, I like this one.

Nicely done, I really like this.

The Lakeside A remembered fist kiss by the lake when the breeze snaked within the trees a remembered first kiss by the lake laughing at the dancing of the bees the sun cuts a soft warmth though the shade When the breeze snaked through the trees come out and play the bird's song bade grasses dance like ripples across the water the sun cuts a soft warmth through the shade Wearing a crown of wild blossoms like Diana's daughter never was there a memory so sweet and fine grasses dance like ripples across the water hands clasped; fingers twined with a smile all mine Upon the earth without a care once we danced never was there a memory so sweet and fine always your eyes like honey held me entranced upon the earth without a care we danced A remembered first kiss by the lake a remembered first kiss by the lake.

Thanks a lot of the great poem Peredhil, it is much appercaited And thank you everyone else for your birthday wishes.

I really liked this, some great imagery, and I loved the refrain that was used, in the repition of the line

Night Walk A whisper came from the dark the moon above made a ghostly smile silence shattered by a distant bark a whisper came from the dark as I walked among the leaves in the park lost among the stars I wandered for a mile a whisper came from the dark the moon above made a ghostly smile.

Thank you Yes I can see what you mean here, I was not completly sold on the word "misunderstood" and I thought and thought of another way I could convey the message I wanted using something else but I got stuck there, so I just went with it.

Soft wonders of the majestic night forever dreaming of the moons sweet light vibrant colors kept hidden beneath shades dancing delicate agility as they flit among the star-fed flowers painted black eyes ever watching the sky so often their beauty misunderstood these gentle nocturne seekers of the light questing to obtain what they are denied sentenced always to live in the shadow cast always out of the suns burning light but living instead beneath the moons glow innocently these nightly visitors bring nightmares upon their soft silent wings.

I really liked this, I liked the way the poem was structured, it worked well. Nice imagery.

The awkward line breaks, and use of puntuation in this poem were done intentionally Early Bird It lay upon the table, a letter not yet answered, but soon to be left long forgotten. The phone had rung with no given response; red light now blinking steady. An old friend who tried to call as the time went by, finally thought I would say hi; to my surprise there was blood crusted on the walls, sheets lay astrewn; a smell rose most foul for what had been this person I once knew. Now a bloating corpse; guess I had come too late.

Thank you

Yes I can see a bit of a resemblence between the two.

Peach Fuzz I lay among the groves see the tree tops spanning above limbs interlocked, filtering the sun so only the most gentle warmth may kiss with a lovers welcome lips upon my skin Soft the grass beneath me a thousand little fingers probing sensually with gentle strokes over a million responsive nerve endings The coolness of the wind a tongue to lap across every inch of my yielding flesh leaving nothing yet untouched My own secret heaven rocking me in ecstasy I close my eyes and arch my back A distant rolling thunder of pleasure begins a vibrating hum throughout my body, beginning to tremble in the coming earthquake The leaves blow around me rubbing, touching, brushing against me in unexpected intimacy excites me further The sweet nectar against my lips I lavish in it feeling the breaking come near like a sudden storm unleashed In a flood of spring rains I shudder, convulsing, release left within a confused delighted haze, feasting on my fruit.