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.

Glass towers

will one day shatter

but I rise above

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

Alas! Alas! Hold them now fast,

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

so often their beauty misunderstood

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.