contemporary poetry
Consolation
POSTED IN contemporary poetry June 25, 2013
Consolation
I could be consoled with much less effort
than it takes to chase a fly from my face –
a smile, a nod of approval, the touch of a hand.
I prefer not, I rather prefer clinging
to this self-criticism of mine –
useless, shameless, a prison of guilt.
Natural in human terms,
a desire like the gravity of the earth –
pulling, holding its own, escape disallowed.
Supernatural in human terms,
an ability to rend the chains and fly –
free flight, passing the clouds, transcending the rules.
I prefer this, prefer to conclude
escape from this habitual gravity:
look up, reflect on life, transform into gold.
I could be inspired with much less effort
than it takes to take one step forward…
Authentic muse
POSTED IN contemporary poetry June 23, 2013
Authentic museReleased from a life of freedom
into ties that are sheer delight.
my muse choreographs dreams,
her thoughts are a surreal canter
on the black stallion of night.
Blush of dawn illumines her flight.
her words eagle’s wings that soarover mountains and quicksilver seas.
in solitude flies far, she’s not free
yet feels complete. In shining hours
where indigo swirls high, she plays
with ghost forms afloat in the sky,
prehistoric and gene-crafted creatures,
images that meet her moments and runthe gamut of a wild imagination.
She endures suffering beset by doubts
and fears, understands others caught
in the net of illusion. She swears
that she will not ingest more seeds
of doubt and fear, severs a beanstalk
of melodrama and stems the tears.Accepting both darkness and light,
she blends imperceptibly with All.
by Gael Bage
Whatiwanabe
POSTED IN contemporary poetry June 21, 2013
WhatiwanabeIf I were a poet
I’d teach the world to see
All of the verses
That dangle from a treeI’d snatch a cloud from the sky
And a fish from the sea
And with a wink of my eye
Make a whatiwannabeI’d publish my poems
On the sands of time
Let them scatter in the wind
Of rhythm and rhymeI’d write a book
And all that it would say
Is “Here is the place
the whatiwannabe lay”
Emily (An Acrostic)
POSTED IN contemporary poetry June 19, 2013
Emily (An Acrostic)
Twenty One today. – I recall
When you were just a babe in arms.
Every finger and toe so small,
Nose so cute and perfect smile to charm
The birds down from the highest tree.
Yea big – nestling neatly in my arms.
On this your birthday, I can see
Nothing I would ever change. You’re
Everything I dreamed and hoped you’d be.John Black
UK
Our First Meeting
POSTED IN contemporary poetry June 17, 2013
Our First Meeting
She closed her perfect hand
Around my index finger.
alert, content,
listening to the familiar beat
Of her mum’s heart
And forever after, in mine.
She looked at me and smiled.
Eyes, mouth and cheeks
in perfect harmony.
Melting my heart like snowflakes
On an un-gloved hand
And I was smitten.
I held her in my arms
Scared, awkward, and clumsily
cradling her tiny form:
One perfect moment in a timeless
bubble in my memory
Changing my life forever.
by John Black
UK
That word… you know
POSTED IN contemporary poetry June 17, 2013
That word… you knowThe doohickey in my thingamybob
Has got a broken widget,
and I can’t tell with all this stuff
my gizmo from my gadget.
My arm joint and my sitting
end are simply too confusing.A thingamyjjg is what I need
to fix my old contraption,
and nip this doubrey in the bud;
It’s damaging my gubbins.Whatshisname is coming over
to help me with the watsit.
His Doo-Dah will be just the job
to save the whatchamacallit.
I hope he doesn’t forget his bits
and bobs – he’s so forgetful.
That person said he’d lose his thing
If it hadn’t been … you know.by John BlackUK
The Stalker
POSTED IN contemporary poetry June 15, 2013
The StalkerLoneliness is an unwanted stalker,
Hidden just out of sight.
I stumble through my day
Aware he is there, somewhere,
Waiting for the time to be right.When I least expect it,
He taps me on the shoulder,
Slides his dagger between my ribs,
And whispers, “I’m still here,”
Each day becoming a little bolder.I seek safety in a crowd,
But even there he’ll find a way
To remind me he is always near.
Watching my every move,
He keeps my inner peace at bay.When I am alone,
Prepared to confront him
Face-to-face,
He remains hidden
Until I’m weary, then he strikes again.He loves the darkness,
It gives him more places to hide
And he can move in closer,
Waiting patiently for just
The right moment
To slip his dagger into my side
And whisper again,
“I’m still here.”by Phil Ray Jack
USA
Freedom is ignorance …
POSTED IN contemporary poetry June 15, 2013
Freedom is ignorance
Love is pain
Knowledge enslaves
Unity enlightens
Contentment transcends
Astonishment transports
Nothing is aware.
As I lie with my head on my pillow …
POSTED IN contemporary poetry June 15, 2013
As I lie with my head on my pillow
I spread my great wings and I soar.
I go where the winds of my Beloved
Are wont to carry my soul.
What ambition could ever be better
What goal could bring more delight
Than rising and moving and singing
and knowing it’s good and it’s right.
When you go to sleep at night …
POSTED IN contemporary poetry June 15, 2013
When you go to sleep at night
Open your heart up to all that is right
Think of those things that will bring you delightWhen you go to sleep at night
You’ll be receiving much more that you’re leaving
And you will find there’s a great peace of mindWhen you go to sleep at night
Open your heart up to God and His Might
He will protect you all through the nightWhen you go to sleep at night
When you go to sleep at night
