September, 2013

You waken the poet

POSTED IN contemporary poetry September 4, 2013

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You waken the poet


You waken the poet in me,
and trepidation seizes me
for, if I were to follow him
I'd surely scorch my wings
from flying to close to the sun.

Poetry is only a prose
deserving of a unique form
for, if this were but an essay
who is there that could hear
these accents of eternity?

The rhyme means but little
the rhythm is the center thing
for, if it were not for a time
ev'ry measure in place
how would the essential appear?

So it is in living
the yin and the yang of it all
for, if not for give and receive
how to see dark from light
and know our birth from our death?




Garnet Shaw Robbie

the monarch

POSTED IN contemporary poetry September 3, 2013

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the monarch

You rest upon my hand
a monarch butterfly
gently flexing your wings
such fragile beauty
perfectly designed

 

you wait
for that precise moment
a gentle zephyr
a sun warmed kiss
a call from  the universe

 

I scarcely breathe
my eyes fixed upon you
longing to keep you forever

 

love catches in my throat

but you are not mine
and never were

In this brief time together
we taught each other
love
beauty and truth

 

Now
I must let you go
trust
that one day
you will return

 

Yet while you still remain
the merest touch upon my skin
you have my whole attention
I dare not breathe or blink an eye
lest you disappear

and I realise with great sorrow

 

I have not had time
to say goodbye.

 

 

 

 

Amanda Edwards

If I

POSTED IN contemporary poetry September 2, 2013

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If I

 

give you a few coins

live my life in luxury

and leave you in penury

did I give ought of me

or salve to conscience?

 

or if I play a victim

and then label you as bad

dispense my forgiveness

walk away feeling glad

did I truly forgive ?

 

If I give tender care

where love enfolds me

is love already shared ?

Do I have love to spare

for those in dire need ?

 

If I let thoughts rise,

to higher self and love

is it big ego on display

when my words balloon

into the ether today?

 

If I let my pride feed

energy to fear and power

prop up leaders who divide

puffed up – how can I see

you and i are One humanity?

 

 

 

Gael Bage

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