Burn - trinimade and Willowdown

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 04:15:00 GMT

Just like the blackness of the skies
Is lit by stars at night
That darkness that would engulf us
Must be dispersed by light.
No easy job to rise above
The weights that keep us down
And harder still to wear a smile
When our heart wears a frown.
The yin and yang of life exist
No matter where we go
Our job to ensure that we keep
That inner flame aglow.

The Rainbow Salamander helps
with his tales of this and that
whilst...

Sylph

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 10:00:05 GMT

Stone and water
spray and fountain
broom and thistle
on the mountain.
Limbs of silver
eyes of mist
twilight's daughter
born from water
mystic maiden of the lake
play upon your liquid harp
fling the stars into the sky:
notes of wonder - throw them high!
In the Heaven's darkling spaces,
mirrored in my marvelling heart,
orbs of fire hurtle earthwards
just to gaze upon your face,
sylph of mystery and light...

I Sit and Wait

feeds@yuku.com (Sharon Bullard) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 13:56:10 GMT

I sit and wait
for the moment
till you come and touch me

the stars will resound in the gaze of your eyes
and your skin will shimmer with the smiles of the moon

it will be like our first-
afraid to try nothing,
giving all to please

as I melt in your arms
you gather me up
like precious dew drops
from a...

Mist then refound

feeds@yuku.com (Sabresun) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 17:29:24 GMT

In the measure of our youths,
of t-shirts grown longer arms
to become sweaters and familiar
friends, draw in the afternoon,
gather the kernels that remain behind.

See rushes along the bank idle
with the lingering pause of a passerby,
we blew dandelions across a river
of a Sapphired summer,
now to reside in the coat
of this third season friend.

Travel in wisps of brief leaves
and tingle with oranges, vermilions,
...

All the wonders of this world

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 19:31:51 GMT

All the wonders of this world
are worthless without love.
Wizard in a starry shirt
- what use are all your spells and magics
if you cannot hold on to a maiden's smile
or ease the tear in her eye?

Paradise is not a tropical island
or some exclusive retreat.
Paradise is the company of the Beloved,
whether it is on the mountaintop,
in the desert, or in the midst of the dusty street.

Oh Beloved, what then is human love?
A...

I Am Void

feeds@yuku.com (Sharon Bullard) — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 11:59:11 GMT

I Am Void

I stand here alone

Broken

No one to reach out to

to touch

but myself

But am I real?

Is what I see real?

Poem for Caitanya.

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 21:52:50 GMT

Boy, Boy, will you remember
the seven yellow goslings
when you're an old man
and I'm long buried?
Will you remember
the skeletons we made
from old black paper
or how you smudged the Tree
I painted on the wall?
Will you remember,
with grandchildren on your knee,
the fate of Sion y Glyn
that great prince of boyhood
and his fondness for nuts,
like yours for nuts and raisins?
Will you remember Mr.Grumpy
or...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SABRESUN!

feeds@yuku.com (Sharon Bullard) — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 08:28:28 GMT

Love,
Sharon!

Silver river.

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 18:59:15 GMT

Oh girl, you are a silver river
I want to strip off my dusty raiment
and immerse myself in your fluid brightness
but you slip between my fingers
like you slip between the rocks and pebbles,
though surely you yearn to be held!

Oh girl, you are the rising moon
I want to spread my wings and rise up to greet you
but the tangled forest has gripped
my heels in its twisting roots
and will not let me go.
Shine, shine and confound the...

A Girls Dream

feeds@yuku.com (Sharon Bullard) — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 07:17:13 GMT

she enters his room
grasping a lit candle
which sways to the breath of her beating heart

his reflection quivers
high above his head
as he sleeps peacefully

the girl approaches
and traces his silhouette
with the daintiness of her fingertips

no longer able to control herself
she draws near his bed
kneels down
and carefully strokes his face-
she dare not kiss him

the candle blows out
his reflection...

Empire of the Mind.

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 21:34:19 GMT

In the Empire of the Mind
I wandered three score years and six
until I came to a dark shore
upon which stood an Obelisk.
Upon its ancient stone were carved
the Gods of all our infant days,
the bright companions of Man's youth,
forgotten, scorned and seldom praised.
Crowned with heads of mighty beasts
they strike fear in the hearts of Kings
when on their dotards bed they lay
and strip them of their jewels and rings -
desert lions...

White Iris.

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 21:33:13 GMT

White Iris
wrapt in rapture on the slope
will you turn your gaze upon me for a little while
and speak unto my heart?
Your love has at last, I clearly see,
crossed the Sea of Sorrows to be with you
and eagerly you drink up all his words of beauty
and tender ardent glances
- but I have sought your company all this slow-gestating Spring
and still require your solace
for my own love is yet a thousand miles away
across innumerable waters
...

The Little Bird that Carries the World.

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 21:30:15 GMT

The little bird that carries the world
is sitting in a tree,
tomorrow he must make a nest
with twigs and bones and all the idle thoughts
that momentarily pass through the fragile brains of men...

The little fish that drinks the oceans
pauses briefly in his thirst.
Oh, how he would love to sleep
but the sea keeps filling up with tears
and liquid songs that poets sing
to ease the burden on their hearts,
with rivers of blood...

haiku (10/22/09)

feeds@yuku.com (Sharon Bullard) — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 14:23:24 GMT

trees dressed in purple
dirt path parallels river
mountains kiss rainbow

House of Horrors.

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 21:02:33 GMT

House of horrors
Mummy and the Wolf Man
the siblings from the Black Lagoon
coming to a breakfast table near you soon.

Odours from the rotting crypt
hairy yoghurts in the fridge
arcane messages on the wall
bass so loud even a thousand attentive angels
would miss the Final Trumpet's clarion call,
this is the war to end all wars
grainy bogies on the bathroom floor
don't think I can take much more.

when I finally get to...

haiku (10/21/09)

feeds@yuku.com (Sharon Bullard) — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 13:51:18 GMT

clear cold rolling waves
sparkle with tiny diamonds
sweeping fish to shore

The Shower

feeds@yuku.com (Sharon Bullard) — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 13:14:50 GMT

I step in the shower
eyes closed
half-asleep
turn faucet on

no water falls

clunk
room fills
a nauseating gas...

It's a bit of a climb

feeds@yuku.com (Sugarmuser) — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 13:03:17 GMT

My lights are on,

I'm home……

I know it's a bit of a climb

Flight of the Actress.

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 22:21:21 GMT

She is a very flighty thing,
this flawed angel,
despite that she has no wings
and though I never heard her songs
still, she made my wondering heart sing.
Where have you flown to, upon what
arcane paths of air and land do you travel?
Oh that I had Ariadne's thread, I cried,
but still I might not unravel
the complex structures of your drama,
an actress on the stage and off,
caught up in your own best production.
I wish I could...

Blood cells

feeds@yuku.com (Sugarmuser) — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 14:51:35 GMT

Particles running together

flow like rivers, each

individual holds vitality,

All in a pen

Burn - trinimade and Willowdown

Sylph

I Sit and Wait

Mist then refound

All the wonders of this world

I Am Void

Poem for Caitanya.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SABRESUN!

Silver river.

A Girls Dream

Empire of the Mind.

White Iris.

The Little Bird that Carries the World.

haiku (10/22/09)

House of Horrors.

haiku (10/21/09)

The Shower

It's a bit of a climb

Flight of the Actress.

Blood cells