Price Of Liberty

Price of Liberty  ( tag poem, edited)

Beneath that cheerful rainbow colored show
beyond the ashen smoked electric air-
beats the hearts of those who know the truth
brutal , painful ,and dediedely non pastel.

As eyes absorb the spectacle , some sigh,
casting thier glance downwards to hide the tears;
bombarding blasts mimic the sounds of war
sounds they wish they had never heard before...

Heavenly eyes can see the sparks and know-
thier patriotism fuels the awesome show.
While others shake and relive desperate times
do we appreciate their sacrifice?

In bright cascades the anthems dance with stars
obscuring mutilation, pain and scars.
Tomorrow when the smoke has cleared, will we
remember the honest price of liberty?

 

Exploding Vision Of Light

Exploding Visions Of Light

 

DreamsbyDay:  Breaking away
DreamsbyDay:  as reality fades into sweet oblivian
DreamsbyDay:  and fantasy usurps  all reason
DreamsbyDay:  watching the pieces
DreamsbyDay:  of  a  constructive life
DreamsbyDay:  drift out to insanities pools...
DreamsbyDay:  Feeling  ahead
DreamsbyDay:  arms outstrectched in the darkness
DreamsbyDay:  waiting for adjustment that never comes;
DreamsbyDay:  A blind man in a blind land
DreamsbyDay:  pretending he can see.
DreamsbyDay:  Illumination comes
DreamsbyDay:  in exploding visions of light
DreamsbyDay:  but the sudden blast is far too painful
DreamsbyDay:  and the blindness is now
DreamsbyDay:  permanent.
DreamsbyDay:  Cleansing tears and fragments of  prayers
DreamsbyDay:  Seep through your ears, drowning your last
DreamsbyDay:  incoming sense...
DreamsbyDay:  Now you can cry, and not even you,
DreamsbyDay:  can hear.
DreamsbyDay:  .
DreamsbyDay:  .
DreamsbyDay:  .
DreamsbyDay:  end (unedited tag 5.27.o5)

Attitudes of Grace

tag poem unedited

 

oddgreencrescent: topic......"Attitudes Of Grace"

DreamsbyDay: Possibilities and dreams, carry me
DreamsbyDay: through yesterdays that bottomed out .
DreamsbyDay: Mysteries and miracles mixed
DreamsbyDay: promising something wonderful ...someday.
DreamsbyDay: Innuendos and allusions, skirted past me
DreamsbyDay: darting glances into my naivete...oddly
DreamsbyDay: irking me into wishing ..I was older..wiser...
DreamsbyDay: Seasons  whisk around me , not as challenges
DreamsbyDay: but acceptances...rustling leaves and snowflakes
DreamsbyDay: bearing equal weight upon my world.
DreamsbyDay: And so the layers  rest upon my shoulders in the cold
DreamsbyDay: and slowly peel away as warmth returns....I've learned
DreamsbyDay: There are the things in life you can't control
DreamsbyDay: and attitudes of grace grow with your soul...

Hurry Up and do it NOW!

 

APoetWithin: Topic:  Hurry up and do it NOW!

DreamsbyDay: Hurry up, and do it now
DreamsbyDay: before I take the time to think
DreamsbyDay: Before I realize your smile
DreamsbyDay: speaks ill of your intentions.
DreamsbyDay: Charge right in and take control
DreamsbyDay: don't give me time to pause and muse
DreamsbyDay: Don't let me peel the layers back
DreamsbyDay: and smell the parts I'd rather not..
DreamsbyDay: Take the reigns and ride that wave
DreamsbyDay: infatuation's fanatsy
DreamsbyDay: will carry you for quite a while
DreamsbyDay: before reality seeps in
DreamsbyDay: Go ahead and break my heart-
DreamsbyDay: Some how the pain helps me to know
DreamsbyDay: I'm still a creature of desire
DreamsbyDay: Until I burn in passions fire.
DreamsbyDay: .
DreamsbyDay: .
DreamsbyDay: end

Trio of Poems

Three poems written the night of 10.8.04 in a Poetry Tag Group room

 

 

 Memories Passed  (extended Haiku)

 Was it ever Spring?
 The petals opened and fell
 before I noticed.
 Did you say goodbye?
 I turned around to kiss you
 and inhaled your scent.
 Was yesterday here
 while I lingered in the past
 musing tomorrows?                

 

 

Absolute Silence  (free verse)


 Nothing  you said actually made sense
     the language was familiar and the tone unabrasive
 yet it slid past me,
 like a lazy breeze  on a perfect  day...
 My hearing is fine, my cognitive skills are normal...  
 something else is wrong....or, maybe not...

 Occurs to me.....In the house around  the corner 
    they play acid rock all day, which I dislike, and so.... I tune it out
 It's a survival skill.
 Yet some times  I wonder if the lyrics aren't embedded, somewhere deep,
 etched in my brain, waiting to scream out at any unsuspecting person,
 who should unluckily annoy me...
 
 Once ,long ago I read   that Mozart has a certain effect,
          on sleeping patterns, creativity and studying ability, 
  I can believe this.
 God only knows ,the moment you speak, I'm in a trance.
  If I listened, to what  you actually said, I'd gag..So I suppose, I actually don't hear you .
  My defenses are well honed....
 .
  Yes, I'm a survivior ....without an island...  
      no competition, and absolutley no million dollar prize. And that's fine.
 We sink, or swim.
 I drown out your  din, and a world of disorder, hoping it doesn't seep in...
 I concentrate on what matters most, and try to listen    
 to the  absolute silence of my soul.

 

 

   My Hearts Done Time

      Looks deceive and
      innocence is lost
      despite shining eyes.
      Pain can exist
      despite soothing climes ..
      Lust is not always ...an affliction.
  .
      Tears can scar
      in  hidden places.     
      Eyes will never see
      the aching  traces . 
      Loves' ecstasy 
      sears into the veins
      and trust, is  left lurking afar... 

      Watch your step.
      Don't follow shallow 
      prints along my spine
      My backs not broken but
      my hearts done time
      I'm working on a barefoot grin
      and beginning again.  

Remember Your Chains

tag poem,unedited

Remember Your Chains

Treading water is  a tiresome chore
So much easier to head for shore
Bask in the sands
take in the sun
relax and rest until day is done.

Running in place, is a futile task
getting no where- no where, fast
makes weary minds
makes broken spirit
We run from truth, because we fear it...
 .
Weighing you down , remember your chains
they give you your reasons to complain
excuses to fail
reasons to fall
misery loves company after all...
 .
Burdensare life, freedom is lies
heaven is hell, and faith just denies
the truth in the pain
the pain in the trust
no answers at all, no judgement seems just.
.
Trudge on along and pretend you don't care
keep running in place
you're almost there.

Spiderweb Nightmares

tag poem, unedited

 

       Spider Web NightMares

 

Oh what tangled  web we weave
of misbegotten make believe
images tossed in a mental sieve
colliding in mayhem in our dreams....
        Silken strands of senseless feeling
meant to tease and seem appealing
 whirling, breaking, aching, reeling
 pieces of life we try concealing
         Wake me before I die inside
this nightmare  brain where fear resides
 memories break and hopes divide
 here in this demon infested side...
         Oh what a daybreak is the dawn
 when we escape the devils spawn!
 Under my power all along
 no recollection, the pains too strong...
      So stings the pain of the spiderous dream
      in a land where nothing's as it seems...