contemporary poetry
Lonesome Road
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 20, 2013
Lonesome Road
Mistily grown in darkness new-fallen
Whispers of silence are toiling in lees
Forgotten forever and never awoken;
Lost in the anger that silence decrees.
Patience, O laughter, questions recallen,
Wasted one chance to follow a way
To a goal never mine in a place to be broken,
Yet that wasting was painful; the shadows are grey.
It is in me to mention in passing this way
That anger’s a virtue, instilled in deep fire;
I am Druad; my work is to heal,
Be healing a weapon, or wielded in ire.
Cromloch is the centre; the tall stones are grey,
The cairns for the wind-lorn or candles of grief,
The forests forever to desert’s limn weal
Their domain succumbed to spring’s cool relief.
Each thereby entered, each portion true
To add to the whole, the balance there find
With oceans dislimn, with winds howling through;
Bring hope to the Forest; ‘tis work of the mind.
Blessing of music in order’s relief,
There lies the trust, ne’er trusted the thief
Who plays her sweet flute in works convolute
And enters each hymn an eulogy of grief.
Now is the watch-fire, filling the wintered air
With such promises bold as we see the high glade
Crossed with the oaks, boughs seven tiers there
And upon the high ground the lodge is well made.
Logs laid lengthwise, layered and long,
Boulders bared, broken, laid crosswise betwixt
The higher lean limbs, the high roof is strong,
And together the lodge is cunningly fixed.
Now is the knowing, the work we share
Now eternally good, twixt evil and good
The balance is true, and heal everywhere
The forest renewed, greenheart’s wood.
Yet life alone gave me no pleasure
As filth besmirched our dearest land
But now we arise and take bold measure
To bring this chaos well in hand.
‘Sombrely beautiful, and yet so light with thoughtful smile
If patient, then patiently waiting, impatient all the while
Open to honest candour, gifted foresight to succour,
Bereft of sin’s insincerity, filled with wisdom’s light.’
I’ve lived and died a million times
In duties far and near,
I’ve lost my loves a million times
Yet I crave to hold you dear.
For I’m the Fool who’s lived and died
In greater service to our Lord
Danced away from star to star
To bring just peace and sweet accord.
But now I’ve wearied of all the tryst
That seems the lot for me;
Dearest soul that here my soul hath kissed
Would you share my eternity?
For at last I find the work is done,
I’ve settled the every score,
And home again I go to God,
To rest for ever more.
The Pilgrim dressed in sombre black
Gave hope eternally,
But now must rest his staff with God,
In his own eternity.
Richard Jones
Tree Sisters
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 20, 2013
Tree Sisters
Dancing joyfully on new
paths we learn to consume
more mindfully, balance
taking, with gifting.
Follow heart’s passion.
Know we are never alone,
for the sacred feminine
is woven in the whole.
Woman power wears down
our divisions, flows, eddies
and ripples precious drops
to seal relationships.
We gather acceptance
to find nature’s balance.
Daughters of mother nature
and sisters in abundance.
We embrace our shadow
and shine a bright light.
Like water we just flow,
no need for any fight.
Grounded in earth’s ways,
we know our health depends
on earth’s planetary wealth.
Tree Sisters – Earth’s friends.
Gael Bage
Lost
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 19, 2013
Lost
I lost another poem
this morning
in the early air
between my home and my car
I failed to net it
put it in my poem jar
it flew away
over there
will it be around
when I get back?
D E Navarro
The Poet’s Way
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 19, 2013
The Poet’s Way
Pages filled with inspiration
Sprinkled with a smile
Taking time to make it rhyme
And serve it up with style
Poetry, like life itself
Keeps changing every day
We that know, go with the flow
To walk the Poet’s way
Love is in the air we breathe
In whispering of sighs
In looks across a crowded room
When lovers’ eyes meet eyes
Poetry like love itself
Is worth the price to pay
We that know, go with the flow
To love the Poet’s way.
In the beauty of the dawn
The mystery of the night
In rivers, seas and forests
The power of birds in flight
The passion of all Poets
is to write our lives away
We that know, go with the flow
To live the Poet’s way!
Wanda Kiel-Rapana
In Patience found
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 14, 2013
In Patience found
Silence, like the gentleness of waiting,
I only once would ever hear;
O break not my heart this tale relating,
Bhannie come thou near.
Hast heard maybe of trite endeavour
And never a word would say;
No deeds suffice, such words are for
Days when this world is grey.
‘Ave you ‘eard the deathly stillness
Visiting the darkened hold?
I ever would understand your wordy ways;
Essay wild endeavour to perform
So you may trust me once, forevermore.
Richard Jones
Like David and Goliath
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 12, 2013
Like David and Goliath
I watched a tiny spider catch
a hornet in it’s web,in surprise
thought a spider will not match
the hornet’s strength and size.
It buzzed and buzzed alarmingly
was caught fast by one front leg
the spider rather industriously
spun silk as a gossamer peg.
despite the hornet’s struggle
that silken thread held fast
till with feeble flap and wriggle
the trapped hornet died at last.
Next day I espied with sadness
that hornet, although now dead,
did kill it’s foe while in distress
spider hangs from hornet’s head.
Gael Bage
Sovereignty
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 12, 2013
Sovereignty
I didn’t write a poem
it was merely a comment
passions plea, not a tome
truly not written to vent
I see the lack of equity
and desire for conformity
no room for self mastery
in a disconnected society
Rulers mould and control
but coercion births anarchy
I ask for good of the whole
and respect for community
You read a poet’s spirit
her answer is self-control
she sees diversity’s merit
the sovereignty of each soul
Gael Bage
Soulmates
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 11, 2013
Soulmates
One thought in mind for you to find
One promise made, one sigh delayed
One wish to make, one vow to take
a dream descending…
One heart, one soul in your control
One thought in prayer to keep you here
One life to live, one love to give
a dream ascending…
A search complete, two hearts, one beat
A journey done, two souls now one
A dream unending…
Wanda Kiel-Rapana
Cease to Dream – Cease to Be
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 7, 2013
Cease to Dream – Cease to Be
A seed crystal, the girl’s love is a joyful
sentiment of the heart, an instinct of two bodies
that meet in bliss. She grows becomes
a warrior woman, fights that which destroys
burgeoning life, she strives for clarity, for healing
to illumine her own internal dawn.
she rises as matriarch, reaps the rewards
of a sustained effort in all the creations
of her life. Sometimes she touches
wisdom, it slithers from her fingers
in the busyness that fills life. She grows
older, discovers she can hold this
understanding for longer. A grandmother,
she learns to see past hate and suffering
treasures the value of unconditional
love. She sees in others, in all things
the truth of herself. Light in crystalline
waters – the image is returned.
love becomes a transparency, lucid
clairvoyance, as she surrenders herself
she gains clarity, like a crystal.
Gael Bage
Art of Travel
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 6, 2013
Art of Travel
When the Rainbow Umbrella Man showed up
Things came to a grinding halt in Mill Valley.
Folks looked on shocked at all the colors.
Some said he hid from the sun
Others, the rain
But he smiled and gave us balloons
That said ‘Better World’ on them
And he told us to fill them with air.
The harder we worked, he said,
The bigger Better World we would have.
D E Navarro
