contemporary poetry
Footprints in the Sky
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 14, 2013
Footprints in the Sky
Come. Join the dance of sacred .synchronicity
Open a window on fantasy to see what might
become our reality. Watch mind turn it’s key
in the lock of heart to fill with loves light
Intuitive remembering is a conduit that pours
a quart into a scant pint pot. Insight oozes
from the ether, drops crumbs of beebread to feed
our minds. Small jewels catch my eye – touch
down on paper as ku. Poems bloom in wild places,
float down from snowflake laden skies; they arise
from the hot ashes of life: bleed from sorrow,
dance in fantasia, or fly on a jackdaw’s wing.
I conjure visions from the warmth of summer nights
and see treasure in things I have no need to own.
I pen your highest dreams, toss them to far reaches
of the universe, to start your search in shadows
I inhale the miracle of life and exhale poems
a breath of empathy for all that is – and is not
I close my eyes and when I open them you stand
before me – you are a lantern of love in flower.
Gael Bage
Into the Darkness
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 14, 2013
Into the Darkness
She sits huddled
in the darkest corners
of her mind, head bowed.
She hugs her knees
seeking comfort.
Her heart is heavy.
She feels alone. Lost.
More arguments,
more misunderstandings.
Arrows of fear
Pierce her heart
There can be no pretense.
Nothing will change the fact,
that her soul has awakened.
There is no turning back.
Amanda Edwards
What happened to love?
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 14, 2013
What happened to love?
You tore my heart
into a million pieces
with your anger
your fear
my fragile existence
a flotsam of tissue
scattered to the wind
I snatch at the pieces
with unseeing eyes
and wonder
what happened to love?
Slowly,
I pull myself together
so frayed and worn
nothing seems to fit
anymore
you say you are sorry
and I forgive
it was my fault after all
I guess we start over
yet I do wonder …
How many times
must
I fall?
Amanda Edwards
Papatuanuku
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 11, 2013
Papatuanuku
I beseech you Papatuanuku
let me return to your womb
your warmth, your darkness
please hold me tight
Oh mother earth
why did you cast me out
adrift on this lonely planet
I can barely face the light
And you Ranginui
Father of the night
Could I not be a distant star
a heavenly orb
a spinner of dreams
a glow in an unknown galaxy
why here on earth
living in the shadow world
where all is an illusion
Oh Lord,
why must we burn so bright?
Amanda Edwards
Summer Breeze
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 10, 2013
Summer Breeze
Blow, blow, soft summer breeze
whispering through the poplar trees
rose scented as I breathe
Parachute seeds suspended in thin air
float right past my garden chair.
So gently you wreathe
soft on my brow a cool sheathe
Sunlight dapples on green grass cut fine
I taste the sweetness of your breath in mine
as One we intertwine
Blow, blow, a do si do with mallow flowers
branches sway for hours and hours
while fish leap to plop back in the pond
sunbeams and widening ripples bond
I watch you blow fine mists of spray
through children’s water play, lift their laughter away.
Dance, though invisible I know you’re there
I sense your touch, feel the ozone in the air.
Sweet summer’s breath in mine
as One we intertwine
Gael Bage
The Last Man in My Lifetime
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 10, 2013
The Last Man in My Lifetime
You will be the last man in my lifetime
The only dream which did not masquerade
Your voice my overture, all else pantomime
Your words deride untruth, silence tirade.
A wind that cuts the true path in a maze
My horse in battles I will never win
Who comes when all around us is ablaze
Your eyes seal wounds where all will turn or freeze
A shape who ventures mines I hide within
Eclipsing nightmares’ scenes where demons seize
Until beneath your shield at last dreams spin
When I possess so many masks I run
Your eyes will find me underneath each one
Linda Atterton
The Lay of the Singing Fool
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 10, 2013
The Lay of the Singing Fool
There was a badness, there now too a madness
The shadow rises through this night
Given flame as those fires came
And split the heavens with their light.
Where had this one Darkness been?
Where now the blazing tumble fall
The skies above blaze white and green
The star shower grim to call.
One solemn soul here doomed to live
In ages taut as boulders fly
To stretch his toil yet not forgive
Those chiliad soldiers doomed to die.
This I saw! I saw it well
For it came to me through looking glass
And on its sorrow deep to dwell
Was it long ago this came to pass?
Or was this deed alone I see
In its myriad labours bright
Hastening in its lore to me
Came yet through this starry night?
The void has spilled its rubble here
And dressed the night with flying flame
The searing sable decks to clear;
No more I see the night the same.
For splendid sorrow once did fall;
I saw it in mine looking glass
And there the toils yet once to call
Is yet this horror come to pass?
That solemn martyr doomed to live
That frantic look yet in his eye
That horror borne none to forgive
Those chiliad soldiers doomed to die.
Richard Jones
Mad Tea Party Poetry II
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 9, 2013
Mad Tea Party Poetry II
She came, she took our hearts and souls
then laughed at us; our poetic muse
It was all a joke she said
so we would have her attention
Then she gave us one by one
her gifts of elegance
Her magnificent qualities
of pure companionship
And then we unwrapped her gifts to us one by one
She gave us her pixie dust to create, expand ourselves, to write the best poetry
Let out our words inside of us for the whole world to see
Who is she, you dare ask?
My oh my, can’t you tell?
She’s the muse that lives in all of us
She never tires, nor sleeps
Too busy waving her mystical wand over us
To keep poetry alive
in our souls and hearts
She’s Magdalena of course
A human being in disguise sent to us…
Amanda, Caterina, Denise, Frank
I Miss You Still
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 8, 2013
I Miss You Still
I miss you. I miss you still.
Your voice, padded velvet,
creating a retreat for unsettling thoughts.
Your eyes twinkle with acknowledgement,
yet conceal much emotion.
Your mouth, a study in control,
lips quivering for comic relief.
An Intelligence waiting to soar
at first challenge.
Silence permeates the air…
With just a hint of intimacy,
you cause one’s introspection.
My attraction is unsettling,
though spontaneous and real.
Your nature, controlled by profession,
is secretive, yet not concealed.
You’ve been idealized.
A fantasy so audaciously conceived.
Therapeutically chaste, oh, what a waste.
I wish you had misbehaved!
Pamela Hope
Poem
POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 8, 2013
Poem
Love oneself
love All that Is
love One-self
One is Love
Gael Bage
