Monday, May 30, 2011

A Sister's Tribute

Memories of you fill hazy spring skies.
I hear your lingering voice when birds sing.
Always you're there in your daughter's brown eyes.
When she speaks, your quiet, laughing tones ring.
As family gathers, you're at our side
with all the warm, happy feelings you bring.
Through life's ups and downs, you'll be my best friend
Brothers and sisters endure to the end.

Written in memory of my brother and shared with One Stop Poetry for Form Monday which, for today, is ottava rima.

Sunday, May 29, 2011


 Steep canyons of man-made madness
humanity's inescapable facade
jailed in brick and glass
forever entombed in
my prison of
civil society
eulogized in a

Shared with One Stop Poetry for One Shoot Sunday, and with  Monkey Man for Sunday 160.  Photo courtesy of Scott Wyden.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

The Life Abandoned

I belong not to you,
   but to an ocean of night
To some dark, lonely kingdom
   which will never know light

To a world undefined
   both empty and cold
Where hope is for nothing
   no happiness sold

In this realm of darkness
   domain of despair
I shed bitter tears
   alone in nightmare

Fear and unhappiness
   meld into one
Beloved companions
   spoils of wars they have won

Isolation complete
   no protector to trust
A life filled with ashes
   surrendered to dust

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Soulless Man

You hear, but don't listen
     no music in your ears

You see only darkness
     your eyes without tears

You sense no fine fragrance
     smell no pleasing scent

No taste on your lips
     no smile of content

You touch without feeling
     with no soft caress

The man with no soul
     can know nothing less.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Features of Wisdom

Features of Wisdom

Face of life
etched in deep-carved lines
Wisdom's skilled 
imparts his hard-earned wisdom
with kindness and smiles

Shadorma for One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry. Incredible photo credit of photographer Fee Easton.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Rise and Rise Again

Rise and Rise Again

When lambs become lions,
--victory's part
holds much less importance
than matters of heart

Brave men come to honor
--through trials and travails,
though courage may falter
and hope sometimes fails

Their leader inspires
--resolution unfailed
men's faith and belief,
as his own doubts he veils

Through battles and burdens
--ideals will ascend
their substance and truth
over time still undimmed

They fight not for glory
--but for hearth and for home
not for riches or kings,
but for liberty's throne

They will rise, and again
--'til tyranny's fall
until lambs become lions
Free men one and all

Submitted to Friday Poetically's challenge to write a poem using a movie preference, at One Stop Poetry.  Thanks, as usual, to the inspiration.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Heart Notes

Heart Notes

Songs of the heart
always on key
and in perfect pitch.

Silent music
of infinite volume

Lyrics nonsensible
yet always making sense
to the heart which sings them.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Broken Circles

Broken Circles

It's said that life's
     a circle full
Three hundred sixty degrees

But circumstances 
Cut the cycle to its knees

For those who are
     affected by
Such vagaries profound

Blindsided by
In which the cycle drowns

Know that life
     is also kind
The circle made askew

Through nature's strong
     and healing touch
Will be restored anew.

Shared with One Stop Poetry for A Look At Rhyme by Gay Cannon, also known as beachanny. With thanks once again to Russell Crowe, who always provides inspiration.