Six Poems

Success (Haiku Poem)

So many people
Work long hours, even weeks,
Without successes.

Tell me

If I could twist your mind,
If I could change your thoughts
And if I could absorb all your sadness,
Tell me that you would give me a smile,
That smile so disarming,
Tell me that you would give me a first kiss.

Certainly, I would feel an overwhelmed desire,
As our encounter would begin.

Tell me that you would take me
To your heart,
When the gestures would become thrills
And some cries would become symbols of things....

Certainly, I would be yours
And you would be mine.
I would stay perfectly there for sure,
In a moment of self forgetfulness.

And if another one had been
With you
Instead of me,
Tell me that you would have felt so much sorrow that
You would have abandoned her
To be with me....

Tell me that you knew that I had known this.

Even so, I let you go,
Being unable to break that invisible wall
To be together.....

Terminus Sam Shing

When dinning thunder rolled into madness,
Among the flowers and the wind of spring,
Your lost soul was embedded in sadness
To walk right to the Terminus Sam Shing.

With white clothes and lost thoughts, you were alone,
In aftertime, for thinking to your choice.
With dropping tears, I'm much more like a stone.
I would have singing, but I had no voice.

You didn't try to live your dreams with me.
Your agony meant shivers from black hole,
Your sad soul never wanted to be free,
You're the destroyer of your proper soul.

Like a child-Haiku

Carrying on all
The plans for the future self,
Impossible plans.

The baritone singer

The magic.
Across the dreaming sky,

Memories and tears
Hanging down
Magnolias
In crying bouquets,

Illusions
Trying
To please the pleasant sound,

Certainties
Existent inside
Despite an indistinct understanding,

The sky having the same stars
Mixed with
The same dreams,
The stars having the same shine,

The baritone singer
Trying
To sound the pleasantness,
Trying
To please the soundness,

The baritone singer
Trying
To dream his star,
Trying
To star in his own dream.

The dark kinetic love

The dark love,
Grieving my darkness,
The red meat
And the blood of my sadness,
Carving in the sand
Its shadow,

The scissor,
Lurking in grass
Its soft violence
For the kinetic buds
And the returning sap through the
Needles eyes
Of the tree,

The wayward yearning
To share the string waves
Of starting, stopping
And restarting,

Forever kinetic,

Two feelings meeting
For becoming then one,
Like words entwining
To give life unto that is itself.

Dark clouds flushing the wound.

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Eventually Fly

"I've waited a long time, to feel a pain that could teach. I've longed for a pain, that would cause me to reach. But not just to stretch my limbs, so that I could say, "I've been touched." But to say that My Life means more than such, more so for me to say, "I've Been Loved so much." But to limp with a crutch, means to go back in a rush, to the safest place I've ever known, to be released from this clutch.

Entry, will be the least of my worries. I've got a job to do and I'm late for work, so that means, I'd better hurry. But the exit to peace is in the place that I'll meet, a brand new day, from the one that I've reached.

A many has witnessed a dedicated cause. I've made the first step of this journey that has earned no applause. I stand frozen in sight, as if sickened by grief, I'd have chosen the fright of being robbed by a thief. No comparison is the lure, of a thing that will trap you. No finding a way to the place to come back to.

A hard-fought struggle, with turmoil, and trouble, is filled with the soothings of a pass, in the last stage, of a hustle. As the blind uses sound, to compensate for sight, the step is used to come back down from height. So back to LIFE, and back to reality, back to the same thing that has not shown partiality. Impartial the judgement as unfair as the sentence, A grimace from pain as I remain a lone witness.

The next breath is a struggle, a test to remain sane, as the last was just juggled but not done so in vain. With the twist of a tongue and a pierce of the lip, a snap of the fingers from a hand that can grip. A wave from the ocean, that can toss a ship, it's been an uncomfortable boat ride that seems longer in trip. But I've made it this far, to turn back would be worst, than the decision to begin when I started at first.

No rehearsal was made, no reversal can be done. There's no bullet to return to the barrel of this gun. POW, is the sound, though no one to witness. The mark has been acquired, there's no way I can miss this. The expectation was too high, the limitation was too low. The situation was sincere but that's weird thing to know. Even a brother is your family as he will only do, the things to his blood that you'd allow no one to do. A friend can do the same as a brother has done, but a friend comes and goes as quickly as he can run.

A companion is yearned for, in this day of the lonely, How amazing the things that an enemy has shown me. This enemy has taught me that I've a weakness to make strong. From mistake to mistake, LIFE is but so long. There's a selflessness, that should be achieved, but not until guilt is heart-felt by the one who's believed. So with the exit of the past into the existence of the present, there's a journey into the future awaiting to teach a lesson

Fear not the path that the foot must travel, confuse not simplicity with the bang of the gavel. A rebel without a cause, A sound without noise, would a child still love Santa without the lie of free toys?

Sometimes it's common to believe in a lie, but if you keep your head to the heavens, "YOU WILL, EVENTUALLY FLY!"

(Highness Shadow)

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The Mirror Sestet Poetry

The butterfly (The Mirror Sestet Poetry)

Delight adorns butterfly's fluttering wings in flight,

Flight is his beauty for anemones to delight.

Wing flitters freely and his fragile moods can swing,

Swing dances he teaches the white flowers with his wing.

Breeze finds him out among the blooming buckeye red trees,

Trees push his innocent virgin spirit in the breeze.

Dance nurtures the flower to put her into deep trance,

Trance is his way to gather pollen for her life dance.

Dreams fiery rise in crimson, when the flower gleams,

Gleams of dawn in the east are his love powerful dreams.

Charms are her powers to spread fragrances in his arms

Arms are his wings when he flies to search for other charms.

Love

In the shade of the autumn,

My feelings

Still need the memory of the words,

Under the autumn sun,

Me and your absence

Are like a magnolia tree and its shadow.

In the sunlight,

My loneliness

Is hung in the reality of my illusory dream.

Our time needs the light

As the shadow of our love

Needs The Lord.

In the night of my pain,

The infinity completes your absence.

I search again our love's scream.

My love was coiled inside of you

To search for your wild self,

When you were embracing me.

You took me to become a part of you,

The coastal bone of your soul,

When we were breathing each other in dreams.

You know I loved you the most,

I lost it, my love, I lost myself

In your embrace.

I knew that you had a wish for me.

You wanted to become complete,

When I felt abandoned inside of you.

I gave you everything I am

And you gave me everything you are

To become one being.

And in the shadow of our autumn,

Which is an elongation of our life's shadow,

Our love means the thrill of the eternity.

From the shade trees,

The detached leaves fall to the ground,

Because they can not wait for winter to come.

A New Star Was Born

The infinity of that accurateness,

Which is the color of your eyes,

Met the infinity of that deepness,

Which is the color of my eyes,

Making us to wish

Our time to conceive a new nuance of life,

At the limit between

Our finiteness and our infiniteness.

A new star was born

In the spaceless infinity

Of the Universe

To touch our eternal love

With its rays.

On the internal walls of our temple,

God wrote a new name.

We understood

That we are forgiven.

The silence and the serenity

Fulfilled our spiritual altar.

In front of His eyes,

Our souls fell on their spiritual knees

To pray.

He gave us the power

To stand up and to be awoken

In our verticality.

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Haiku and Tanka: Basics and Beyond

The haiku is a popular Japanese poetry form known worldwide. The tanka is an older, closely related poetic form that also has its origin in Japan. A haiku has three lines and a tanka has five lines. As adopted by American poets, these short, non-rhyming poems are written using a set amount of syllables per line.

Counting Syllables in a Haiku

It is common for the haiku to be taught in elementary schools as an early introduction to poetry because of its simple format. As it is usually taught, the first line has five syllables, the second line has seven syllables, and the third line has five syllables, as in these two examples I wrote:

The early spring rain
lingers on the tattered grass;
the earth drinks the rest.

A hot April day,
Sun bribes Rain with the promise
of humidity.

In the Japanese language, syllable sounds are much shorter than they are in English. Therefore, many English language poets try to achieve an effect closer to the Japanese tradition by creating haikus with fewer syllables per line, as in the following example:

A secret smile,
the crescent moon sits
in the daytime sky.

However, there is more to a haiku than the syllable count.

Nature and the Pivot

Although the topic of a haiku can be almost anything, the haiku traditionally mentions a season of the year--winter, spring, summer, fall. Sometimes the season is not mentioned directly. For instance to signify the winter, the haiku could talk about snow or frost. My first example above uses the word "Spring." The second haiku implies that the season is spring through use of the words "hot April day."

Instead of referring to a particular season of the year, a haiku may simply mention any aspect of nature--such as wind, temperature, flowers, ocean, trees, animals, or birds. In the third haiku above, the moon and sky are the references to nature.

Also, in the true tradition, a haiku has a pivot--that is, a pause or a break in meaning after either the first or second line that turns the poem in a different direction. In the first haiku above, the focus on the rain in the first two lines switches to the earth in the last line. In both the second and third haikus, the first line of the poem stands on its own and the second and third lines are a unit forming a complete thought and taking the poem to an unexpected place.

The Tanka

A traditional American tanka follows the 5-7-5-7-7 pattern for the number of syllable in each line. Ideally, each line of a tanka has its own unique imagery that fits together as a whole poem. In some cases, the first three lines function as a complete thought, with the last two lines providing further explanation. Here is an example:

My car, hell on wheels,
Drives me down an empty beach.
Sand performs dervish.
Relentlessly oceanward,
The sound is big, the smell, wide.

On the other hand, it is also common for the first two lines of a tanka to form a complete thought and then the last three lines to form a thought, as is the case in my tanka below:

My nights are dreamless
comas wrapped in blank pages.
My dreams are sleepless,
living as my surrogates,
day-recurring fantasies.

As with haikus, many poets write tankas with fewer syllables per line. Unlike a haiku, a tanka does not have to refer to a season or to nature. A tanka traditionally does not use violent imagery.

Adriene Joyce--a poet and editor living in New Jersey--has a BA in English Literature from Rutgers University. Her blog, Sweepy Jean Explores the (Webby) World, discusses the writing life, women's issues, and personal observations. Visit Adriene at http://sweepyjean.wordpress.com/poems to sample some of her poetry.

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Spenserian Sonnet, Double Rondelet Triolet - Love Poems

Spenserian Sonnet

I wait the ocean waves to wash my soul
My heart races touching your deep Spirit's kiss,
My tear's curb crumbles greening my shrink cry.
The softness of your voice soothes my abyss.
My soul torn apart wondering to know why.
Wrong thoughts and so cruel wait my tears and cry
The terrors of love just give them a black yard
And my loneliness makes my sad soul to die,
When to sink my reality it's very hard.
I wait my hope, which will never come to guard
This hope hunger squeezes tighter my soul's knee.
I'm clinging to the past which is like a shard,
That part which is still alive inside of me.
Much more confused on how to think or feel,
I talk, I dream and I am your balance wheel.
Spring (Double Rondelet Triolet)
With a deep touch,
The red poppy awakes the grass.
With a deep touch,
Red wants green's vibration so much,
The sun awakes the sky's watch glass.
The sky vibrates like a string bass,
With a deep touch.
The red flowers bloom in the Spring
When the time of the green grass comes.
The sky vibrates like a bass string.
The red flowers bloom in the Spring.
I see the nature's purest swing.
The wind searches his bongo drums,
The red flowers bloom in the Spring
When the time of the green grass comes.
I see His love
Like a white lily among thorns.
I see His love
Like in clefts of the rock, a dove.
When red flower its grass adorns
And her dead Winter, Spring mourns,
I see His love.
Shadows are inlaid in color
When red poppy awakes the grass.
When the land is multicolor,
Shadows are inlaid in color.
When the cuckoo is a caller,
The sun awakes the sky's watch glass.
Shadows are inlaid in color
When red poppy awakes the grass
State of wakefulness
When you look at me,
My painful thinking stops and turns into tears.
Your unsaid words are still waiting,
Uttered to be expressed,
By cramming into palate.
I know them all,
As you know your fingers,
Which, apparently, touch me tenderly,
While they send me the thrill of separation.
Stone statue
I am like a stone statue,
In a sitting position,
I'm your throne,
On which you nicely
Take place
From time to time.
In order to kiss me
With the kiss of death,
You nicely take your place
Inside of me
From time to time.

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Poetic Proverbs No 3

Love's Freedom

Love speaks a language,
Beyond the spoken word,
It flies above our baggage,
The freedom of a bird.

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Courage in Trial and Relationships

Courage: the flight adorning faith,
Not just to stand up and fight,
Characterising the 'bear and grin',
Every human being's plight.

Courage: the boat floating grace,
The energy stifling resentment,
Beyond the pride saving face,
The vehicle to godly contentment.

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Tree of Life

Hid from view; a solemn night,
The morn taken from evil intending,
Goodness, eternal, takes holy flight,
The Tree of Life unending.

Holy tree of God's true light,
Given with tremulous accord,
Innocence is our only delight,
Obedience to the LORD.

The morn, dazzling in its God-light, is revealed only to those humbly obedient, innocent ones - innocent only by the works of their Saviour. All others: a solemn night. To them, the morn is hid; and so, the Tree of Life.

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Good Samaritan's Love

Tight as a glove,
Is the passers-by concern,
Neighbourly is the kind of love,
That gives without thought of return.
(Luke 10:25-37)

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God's Creative Purpose

God's creative purpose:
Dynamic expression of love,
Active in grace to redeem,
Eternal in peace from above.

God's creative purpose:
Making wisdom known,
Truth from above the witness,
The Saviour, his Son, has shown.

God's creative purpose:
The pursuit of interminable justice,
Arriving in an age to come,
Finally an end to darkness.

God's creative purpose:
Reconciling a people in grace,
Love and wisdom and justice,
Worship is the final embrace.

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No matter the anguish, guilt, shame or torment, there is an answer; a unique God-designed answer to each of our problems and for each of our lives. Mostly that answer is a process.

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Jesus, the 'The'

Jesus said, "I am the way, and the truth, and the life..." ~John 14:6a. The operative word: "the".

Follow Jesus everywhere: The Way.

Seek Jesus always: The Truth.

Experience Jesus now: The Life.

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Colours of Love

Love in motion,
Fear demotion,
A kindness potion,
A patience lotion,
So much more than emotion.

Love:
Truth embraced,
Humility encased,
Reality faced,
Simply chaste;
Never in haste,
Or self-abased,
Or given to distaste;
Just God-spaced.

Love:
Bears iniquity everywhere,
Believes in ways to dare,
Hopes enough to care,
Endures always through prayer.

***

Tricks of thinking,
Devil's in the detail,
Occurs when we're blinking,
Converting 'negative' to retail.

***

One glorious future,
There for one to master,
If hope provides the detour,
Through the maze of disaster.

© 2011 S. J. Wickham.

Steve Wickham is a Registered Safety Practitioner (BSc, FSIA, RSP[Australia]) and a qualified, unordained Christian minister (GradDipBib&Min). His blogs are at: http://epitemnein-epitomic.blogspot.com/ and http://inspiringbetterlife.blogspot.com/

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Hide and Seek Paradise The Wedding Festival

Grace to faith and faith to Grace

How I long to see Your face

To feel the warmth of Your embrace

When I'm finished with this race

We'll all come knocking at Your door

Looking for Your love some more

And when You answer what we'll see

Will melt our hearts eternally

Your smile builds a better me

It fills my soul and sets me free

I'm filled with joy of Your goodwill

Your breathless bride is standing still

We all can't wait to hear Your speech

You take a seat and start to teach

I see a child in Your hands

Representing all of man

You call Your bride to gather round

For what was lost has now been found

I rush to get a closer look

And find my name is in Your book

I find myself upon my knees

Soaked with tears for You are pleased

(Revelation 19:9)

Suddenly I'm in the midst of His bride.

We are outdoors, we are in Paradise, and it's festival time.

All my happy brothers and sisters are sharing a big secret in hushed tones... I join the throng.

Apparently a game akin to hide & seek is to be played, wherein a small animal is hidden.

The One who is to find it is Jesus Christ.

This year is very special, for a lamb has been chosen.

Now the second challenge is in convincing Wonderful Counselor that a lamb is missing.

It's more of ruse to get Him to answer the door, for everyone knows God sees all.

Mary plays the distraught shepherdess who has lost her lamb.

Everyone is very excited as we eagerly anticipate the return of The King.

After He enters His House, we gather round out front.

Mary knocks, and when Messiah answers, she plays her role perfectly.

"Excuse me Lord; have You seen my Little Lamb?"

"For You see, He has disappeared, and we know not where!"

Now, the Prince of Peace is truly beautiful in all His splendid Glory, happy is He in us.

He is humbly dressed in a robe of many colors with leather sandals on His feet.

But it's His smile that's most inviting, as it envelopes our entire existence.

There is a supremely divine nature about Him that words of this world fail to describe.

He is tall, elegant, strikingly handsome, pure spiritual warmth.

Immediately He is sitting down, motioning for us to come closer.

As we gather to Him, I notice He is holding a small child in His arms... Mankind.

One moment I'm running towards Him, the next moment I'm on my knees.

I am crying uncontrollably, big blubbering unchecked crocodile tears of sheer joy.

We are all overwhelmed with an exceedingly goodwill feeling we are experiencing.

We have been blessed with His acceptance, to join Him in His Love & Presence.

My vision is blurred, never before in my life have I felt so incredibly happy.

Relieved, wanted, and forgiven.

I awake in my prison cell, still balling like the babes we truly are.

I don't know how long I've been crying, but my pillow is soaked with tears.

I proceed to give thanks and praises for His kind visit to me in my dreams.

What a powerful, powerful night, I LOVE YOU... Bright & Morning Star.

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