contemporary poetry
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.
Anonymous
Magic
POSTED IN contemporary poetry July 23, 2013
Magic
Innocent are they who cause no harm,
Nor seek to bind with artifice or charm,
But loving all of life in pure delight,
Play free in day and sleep in peace at night.
Magic is the breeze of summer air;
that ocean, field, and summit all caress,
that bears the hawk and eagle high in flight,
while butterfly and flower are gently kissed.
Grace to all that live and wander free,
Trusting the heart to take them where it will,
they leave their bodies open to the light
to drink of love until their hearts are filled,
then pass like beauty flowing in the wind.
More than mortal thought can bind in lines,
the light that makes them sighted that are blind,
sacred is life in songs that poets bring,
in words that light our tongues with spirit fire.
I knowing this though fearful will attend,
to bless will blessing gain to bless again
to give and want no more than this dark hill
a heart to love, a quiet place to dwell.
Alexander Anlyan
Monsters
POSTED IN contemporary poetry July 23, 2013
Monsters
our journeys were rough
the roads were long
the monsters were there
to abuse us all along
the rage I feel
will never be healed
my inner demons
I try to slay
but not now
maybe later…
maybe someday
parents who don’t care
they’re never around
molesters and rapists
their victims found
priests in their cloaks
with choir boys on holy ground
cops in their squad cars
with the sirens on
the rage I feel
will never be healed
my inner demons
I try to slay
but not now
maybe later…
maybe someday
with their shit programs
TV numbs my brain
death squads run free
that the government trained
stealing money from us all
the taxman explains
selling us out
politicians can’t refrain
like a lost cause
can’t be sustained
the rage I feel
will never be healed
my inner demons I try to slay
but not now
maybe later…
maybe someday
Glen Alexander
Receding
POSTED IN contemporary poetry July 23, 2013
Receding
Traveler between
This world
And that
I am receding
Five times speed of light
Distant planet
In my sight
Crash landed
There is no pain
I am gone
Spirit lives on
I am receding
Million times the speed of light
Distant universe
I am light
A child looks at a star
Wonders what and why
Who is the ghost
In the night sky
Glen Alexander
Wish
POSTED IN contemporary poetry July 23, 2013
Wish
I wish you well
for those of you
lost
wondering
starving
living on the edge
of the night
of a knife
of being
of have been
the night is dark
but never black
keep going
don’t look back
one step
then the next
your last chance
once you know
what life is about
you can’t come back
banished from society
an outcast
you’ll be
alone
with the gods
to be
Glen Alexander
