contemporary poetry
Ghetto Glitter
POSTED IN contemporary poetry July 29, 2013
Ghetto Glitter
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In the city night daubs neon shimmers
on inky water, in nature night’s silver queen
gifts incandescence to streams and rivers
arc’s above seven seas, clear and serene.
Selene trancends time in the eternal now;
no one man can lift the black velvet cloak
of night, where moonlight mirrors to somehow
gift the truth in reflection. Self spoke
and sifted through cobwebs of chaos to find
demons puffed up with pride and arrogance.
Disguised as beautiful creatures in my mind
their light fingers dipped into life’s dance
and devoured everything. I walk on, alone,
through twilight zone, empty, devoid of pride,
shamed by admission, heart plummets like stone
self-esteem now at it’s lowest ebb-tide.
a lantern glow enters soul on hope’s wings
moccasins tread softly around darkness shown.
Overcome by the maternal wisdom in all things
a soul new-born, prepares to learn and grow.
Gael Bage
Rio Negro
POSTED IN contemporary poetry July 29, 2013
Rio NegroOn page 87 of the Oxford Atlas
I found the pencil-drawn line of a long forgottenjourney I once planned. The curved arrow
points to the Amazon estuary then draws a circle around Belém,Tocatins, running further across Rio Paro to Ilha dos Macacos,
Antônio Lemos;the line then follows the river upstream:
Paraguara, Santarem, Terra Santa, Ita-piranga, Sao Jose, Manaus, Arcuipelago de
las Anavilhanas, Taupecacu, Moura.Finally, circled, with a small arrow
inside the circle – Rio Negro, Rio Negro.
Tomica Bajsic
Blind Devotion
POSTED IN contemporary poetry July 29, 2013
Blind Devotion
Along the river bank one day
I met a man and dog at play
the dog carried in his mouth
a rubber ring
an awkward thing
but that was not the strangest sight
his faithful eyes were milky white
“How can he find the ring?” I asked
And his master softly laughed
“I make sure he knows,” he said
bent down to point his blind dog’s head
toward the way that he would throw
and with tail wagging off he sped
the ring jostled by his side
then tumbled to the ground to hide
at first the dog walked round and round
sniffed and sniffed ‘til it was found
then headed off in joyful glee
you would not know he could not see
back eventually he came
sat back down – “more … more … the same”
every muscle was a quiver
he knew his master would deliver
And I?
I cried inside as I stood there
watching this devoted pair
For love that binds a man with dog
is surely love that comes from God
Amanda Edwards
When The Beloved Speaks
POSTED IN contemporary poetry July 29, 2013
When The Beloved Speaks
When The Beloved Speaks
through the fire
in your stopped mind
sift the ashes
the mental lava
spill the eruption out
let it go
now go beyond when/where
your mind stopped
Now it can be taken
the Path of the Heart
When The Beloved Speaks
there is nothing to do
just listen…be attentive
live in the moment
live in your heart
breathe more deeply
just breathe
purify your mind on that altar
which is your heart
Then answer the beckoning
of the Path of the Heart
When The Beloved Speaks
there is nothing
but the experience of Love
it is nothing
but overwhelming flow
into, through and out
of your heart
its wondrous beneficence
flowing all about you
To you from you
on the Path of the Heart
When The Beloved Speaks
who also is the Love
who also is the Lover
what is left
when you know there is no
reality but the One Reality
there is no god but the One God
When you are
on the Path of the Heart
When The Beloved Speaks
where are you going now?
no place to go, nothing to do
and no place to hide…just be
finally…Who You are!
flow into and with the Spirit
gather your possessions
return them to whomever
stolen or borrowed
or assimilated from
willingly, unwillingly
it’s not you…they are not yours
Let them go on the Path of the Heart
When The Beloved Speaks
you know it is time to go Home
as at the Ocean’s edge
you know its song
you taste that salty tear
knowing yours is welcome
to mingle in that vastness
is one with that vastness.
You are drawn to that
damp breast, called
Back to The Oneness
on the Path of the Heart
When The Beloved Speaks
a breath intoned on the breeze
joins you to the harmonies
of the Hu…in joyful song play
skying toward oneness
once again being called Home
with every whispered nuance
striking the ear drum…as if it were a bell
whose tones are sent
ringing through your body’s bones
Through the temple of your being
on the Path of the Heart
When The Beloved Speaks
comes the flame of resurrection
from the ashes of one’s personality
spiraling up toward the Father
toward the Universal Oneness
joining the choruses of that paean
that has been sung through the ages
flung out across the outer vastness
that is not near so vast
As one’s inner being
on the Path of the Heart
When The Beloved Speaks
there is none of self
there is but the nugget
at the center, the nugget
shining there in your heart
and you know now how it can dance
and you know now how to dance
why one dances, when one dances
that all beings dance
that you are a living participant in
“The only dance that there is!”
on the Path of the Heart
Qutbuddin Loren Ruh Smith
Deaf Escape
POSTED IN contemporary poetry July 27, 2013
Deaf EscapeWhen I lie on my right side I can only hear the refrigerator,
its gentle hum a dial tone of white noise.
Nestled in that amethyst-colored space
between awake and dark I bivouac.
Behind closed eyes I sort beach glass into mason jars
the tumbled stones providing order,
the colors providing peace.
You are offended by my closed eyes
and perceived unwillingness to be the audience for
your oratory so you pass by.When I lie on my left side I can hear the clock ticking.
I can hear your step and pause for breath.
I ponder the stories locked deep within and shyly
wait to be invited to the dance,
but you do not hear the music.
My great and glowing sadness is not visible enough
to reach you, and in order to hear you I have turned away.
You are offended by my back to the door
so once again you pass by.You tinker, and touch my things.
You cut the tops off flowers, sometimes
I think you will cut my hair.
I must be ever vigilant but eventually I sleep.
You are nowhere to be found.
Tobi Cogswell
Today’s the Day
POSTED IN contemporary poetry July 26, 2013
Today’s the Day
Today’s the day, “Hooray, hooray”
I threw my Past far, far away.
I watched it blow this way and that,
Its day was done, no looking back.
How marvellous now it is to feel,
Light and free and full of zeal.
There’s nothing now I cannot do,
My burden’s gone – off it flew!
No more sorrow, doubt, or fear,
Nor all that guilt I once held ‘dear.’
I emptied all my darkness out,
It tried to fight, it tried to shout,
My shadows got a hellish fright!
I filled the space with healing light.
When I’m tired and feeling low,
It might come back to say hello.
Perhaps I’ll make a cup of tea,
Then say, ‘Away – don’t bother me.’
I do not wish to have you back,
For never do you cut me slack.
You have no love or care for me,
Be gone with you, let me be free.
Today’s the day, “Hooray, Hooray”
I finally threw my Past away!
Amanda Edwards
We are Love…
POSTED IN contemporary poetry July 26, 2013
We Are Love…
We’d dance in and out of one another’s
space, whether here or across town
Telewaving energy, we’d light up, people
near us would give a big smile, or
Initiate conversation about the weather
or angels or the sunset and smile
They’d always smile, great spontaneous
smiles that simply reflected the light
They were seeing in us, magnetic light
that seemed to follow us, to announce
Our presence, to precipitate this energy.
We Are Love…
It was as if we were always making love
as if love surrounded us with an
Ambiance that was palpable, one coming
in contact with this energy was
Actually touched…physically touched
merely by our presence and they’d
Smile, they’d always smile and we’d
elevate again, their contact high
Would lift us and keep us up there
in the sky…”in the sky with Lucy.”
There was no external agent but love…
We Are Love…
Knowing this simple Truth became
illuminating in and of itself
This en-light-enment became more
clearly ourselves and as
We raised our vision from the
foreground to the horizon
We found those smiles had become
ours and beneath them
Rumbled “delicious laughter” coming
from deep within our souls
Rising into the Light of this new
dimension of Love…We Know..!
We Are Love…
And knowing allowed us to give of
this Love to our community
In such a manner and with so much
obvious joy that who we
Were became a centering and a
compliment…the community
Itself became Love and Loving in
this manner begat great waves
Of delicious laughter and smiles were
filling most moments of most
Days as Love gave its Soul to face
after face…communication’s
sweetest Grace… Yes!
We Are Love…
Upon our altar, our bed
egos have let go
We are elementals
in relationship
There is no need greater than
The One…
The Beloved
has entered into our play
There is no separation
no boundary…no wall
We are not we
We are One!
We are Love!
Qutbuddin Loren Ruh Smith
A lighthouse
POSTED IN contemporary poetry July 24, 2013
A lighthouse
A lighthouse stands alone
on a rocky promontory
flashes intermittently
a ribbon of radiance
in the inky blackness of the night
A ship frantic in the storm
searches for sanctuary
exposed like a hapless moth
drawn towards the light
Ignores the warning
“Not here … not here … not here”
but lured by a false God
is tossed ever nearer
“Be sure the light you have
is not your darkness”
Let not Neptune’s fury
dash all hope upon the rocks.
Amanda Edwards
You are…
POSTED IN contemporary poetry July 24, 2013
You are…
You are the light
that brightens my soul
you chase away my shadows
a warm and golden glow
you are my tinker bell
and I shall always believe
in fairies.
Amanda Edwards
And your eyes…
POSTED IN contemporary poetry July 24, 2013
And your eyes…
And your eyes
From your photograph
look into me
I imagine them two brown caverns
beckoning me to fall into the embrace
of your visions
Those eyes caress like two hands
and stare through me
in me
they are x-rays cameras
that seek my soul
showing all the bones and guts of my being
they reflect your inner light
they are spears
and heartbeat detectors
magic lanterns
I beg them to lie to me
To lie and say they are for me alone
That they will never see as much
in any other life
as I would let you see into the place
where my demons reside
those brown eyes command the truth
command love
speak without mouths
break my heart and mend it
They should be kissed
and treasured
and touched by breath of angels
if I am lost
find me in your eyes
take me to heaven
with your memories
to the birth place of your eyes
or cast me down
and damn me with your anger
murder me with such eyes
and I die enraptured
with saintly visions that issue
from your eyes
I will ever be scarred
in my chest, that place
where your eyes pierced me
and resurrected me.
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