Darkness of the moon

in the darkness of the moon

I saw the edge of
the double-sided sword.

It’s edge shinning and sharp

breathless, fright had taken hold
of my heart.

Blinding all compassion -
giving way to a
loud heartbeat.

Recoiled into the safety
of my deadbolt,
fear conquered love
last night.

Sunrise gifts a new day
a new way
allowing love to conquer fear.

☮TheMsLvh © 2012

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Beyond

Beyond
I traveled the edge
into your darkness
where only strength
of love would dare roam

Compassion – my guide
Empathy – my desire
to glimpse through
your stained blue eyes

and see what you have seen
and feel what you have felt
and cried when you have bled

Your lingering visions
frightening to the core
adhering to old
melancholy etchings
of aged distant time

I know…I know what it is
to be alone

Yet, know this truth, my love
loosen away the empty cold

Cast aside those blackened nights
remove all stones, clear the path
your sunrise has begun

I promise

☮TheMsLvh © 2012

Photo Permission by Gary Hart

Submitted to d’Verse 

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for the Love of Humanity -redux

Dew laden palms hang under midnight glow

reflecting lunar diamonds off green spears.

 

soft evening breeze brings forth a dancing flow  

small shocks of light reflect within each tear

 

which falls to earth 

abandoning

its high collective perch 

one small drop at a time

 

cascading journeys sliding southward bound

night’s swirling mist create pools on the ground

 

and with each teardrop’s tiny splash 

an echoed cry through smoke and flash

 

turquoise tattered butterflies stop to view

as clouds dissipate with sun’s mourning dew

 

the path is dangerous but clear

yet they hear the world’s voice

 and know they’re near

 

the shifting paradigm of consciences

will let the light shine on all injustice

 

be free brave little butterflies 

take your wings and expose the lies

 

the soul of the earth has

been assaulted with bombs and gas

 

for the love of humanity 

lay down arms of insanity

 

a global evolution has begun

What a unique time to be in the sun.

 

 

☮TheMsLvh © 2012

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Lesson Relearned – sonnet

Blue china broken on the floor

its’ tiny pieces scattered cost

Symbolic price for all love lost

as I watch you walk out the door

 

and leave behind a shattered heart

of broken dreams of what you did

allowed your mother’s heart be shredded

just take your things and quickly part.

 

And for once again I shall heal

replace old bandage which came loose

deceit and lies brought me to kneel

the heartache of tears runs profuse

 

Away you run, your deeds concealed

spin your tales of secret misuse.

☮TheMsLvh © 2012

image source: Google images

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Concrete Hive

I heard a voice from years ago:

Solidarity has come of age.

Echoed songs heard throughout the streets

of lessons learned from Gandhi and King.

 

For what had been promised

was a brand new way,

yet the poor received nothing

at the end of the day.

 

So quiet were the thieves

that stole the people’s dreams.

Silently packaged and bundled

then secretly sold overseas.

 

Unknowing, the concrete hive

hand-crafted a perfect plan,

sold our kids as collateral

to live monetary selfish lives.

 

Sworn to serve, embedded with pride,

a young warrior’s blood ran thick -

staining sand of foreign land.

All for black oil in a can

 

or was the repression, depression, taxation

that broke the silent majority’s back?

 

I never thought I would live

long enough to see

a new generation’s uprising,

claiming their voice, now free.

 

“Raging against the machine.”

 

I watched for years, 

the youth blindly squeezed

into the fitted mold 

of a stolen society.

 

Cookies cut by MTV

distracting minds of our youth.

Disregarding the discontent;

ignoring the rumblings underground.

 

Oh! to my surprise when I saw

the young, arm in arm with the aged

at last take a stand. A loud stand!

To finally break free

from the cage.

Peace be with all of you.

☮TheMsLvh © 2011

Image from #OccupyBerkley Riots Nov.9, 2011

Riot Police wanted students off the grass.

For the dVerse Poetics Prompt on idioms: http://dversepoets.com/2011/11/12/poetics-what-did-you-call-me/.

Click on Award for details

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Dreams of Peace

 

 

“Too much of everything

 

is just enough”

 

A stitch of words that frame

 

my license plate.

 

 

 

A sister’s gift

 

so many years ago.

 

How did she know

 

that I would frame my life

 

around those eight

 

Grateful Dead words?

 

 

 

 too much love is just enough

 

 too much peace is just enough

 

 

 

Were the little girls with flowers

 

in their hair wrong

 

so long ago?

 

 

 

To dream the dreams

 

the world

 

now hungers for.

 

 

 

TheMsLvh

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Unrequited Love – Sestina

This poem was inspired by this beautiful painting which is for sale (see below for link). 

 

 Peace be with all of you.

-TheMsLvh

 

In silent motion I drift seamlessly

between reality’s fine line of dreams;

caught in the labyrinth of wanted love.

Stained corridors of promised fairy tales,

dull years of memories, mutating time -

defacing truth, obscuring my heart’s view.

 

Inside this winding parallactic view,

the melting promised years fade seamlessly.

My heart’s desire wrapped in wasted time,

within residing realms of frozen dreams.

You offered simple masquerading tales -

disguising charm for unrequited love. 

 

Quixotic fantasies entangled love,

wants heightened tantalizing points of view.

Continued to believe your fabled tales -

while time elapsed, unnoticed, seamlessly.

Hypocrisy laughed at my lustful dreams

until it was too late to salvage time.

 

Our carnal knowledge granted borrowed time

to orchestrate an ever-lasting love;

addressed within a gentle poet’s dream.

Emotions askew sealed your slighted view,

abandoning us as you seamlessly

went off collecting souvenirs of tales.

 

Suggestions of love mock your empty tales

rehearsed along the trail of misty time.

With caution you played your games seamlessly;

a temporal affair deflecting love.

You’re not aware I can escape this view

and your attempts to smuggle glossy dreams.

 

I shall relinquish all my vanished dreams;

eviscerate assuming hidden tales.

Forever you will be in my eye’s view

but I release myself from spiraled time.

Until you can feel one platonic-love,

in silent motion I drift seamlessly.

 

And though I view our noncommittal time -

enjoying lust with all your tales of love;

I am exhaling my dreams, seamlessly.

 

☮TheMsLvh © 2011

 

Image Source: Teimur-Amiry Unrequited Love - (Painting For Sale -Asking Price: $50,000 USD)

Size: 16 x 20 in - woo-hoo!

 

 

 

Thank you Ava and “The Poetry Palace Thursday Post Rally Week” for the Perfect Poet Award
I nominate  Mike Patrick for the next award

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Parallactic  [par-uh-lak-tik] - An apparent change in the direction of an object, caused by a change in observational position that provides a new line of sight.

Quixotic – impulsive and often rashly unpredictable.

Eviscerate – to deprive of vital or essential parts; disembowel.

 

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Endless Rails – Sonnet

 

Conductor please, I’ll buy a ticket sir,

one with a window and reclining seat

of leather, ashen white, to rest my eyes.

 

Caress cut crystal bronzed with fine liqueur -

accentuates heart’s rhythm of repeat;

across split rails of iron laden tracks.

 

Bequeath my soul to wander boundless skies,

eternity unburdened I prefer;

and leave behind cruel visions of defeat.

 

These fleeting images across sunrise -

through railway tunnels never looking back;

on restful rails of vast suspended time.

 

Discover hidden truth for which I lack.

Upon this train, towards endless, I shall climb.

 

 

☮TheMsLvh © 2011

Submitted to dVerse – Poetics – Trai_n_n_n_n_n_n_n_n_s and Real Toads and Poets United

Amazing photo by dorinnovac

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Awake in Nightmares – Sonnet

 

There’s no one in the control room;

directing any flame of light.

Dark shadows ready to consume;

the mindless empty of the flight.

Unable to escape the doom -

foreboding thoughts tied up in fright.

Old premonitions come alive -

alerting mind’s eye to survive.

 

Exotic faces lay in wait,

beyond the sound of voiceless screams -

releasing shivers down the spine.

Deep crevices in eyes dilate;

erasing lines from truth or dreams -

caught in the spiral of decline.

 

These are vibrations cursed in hate,

that rupture ears allowing streams

of bloody red to desecrate;

and split what is real at the seams.

Awake within the nightmare’s gate

unleashing fears of wild extremes.

 

Never Forget!

 

☮TheMsLvh © 2011

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Hats – Terza Rima

   In my discovery of the different forms of poetry,  I came across the Terza Rima.  This is my first attempt using this form.  Hope it reads well.  I have included its description of the form below. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. A  bit singy-songy I fear.

 

 

I have worn several hats throughout the years;

reflecting different roles I played each day.

Subjective meanings – kept as souvenirs.

 

A feathered birthday hat inviting play;

adorned year after year with no delay -

another wish on candles if I may?

 

A mournful hat weeps sadness of betray -

A smoke-stained cap that kissed a Reggae song -

A lover’s chapeau which will never stray.

 

There was a hat I dared not keep for long;

’cause it belonged to the quick stepping cop -

who chased me for the mischief I did wrong.

 

My favorite hat sold never in a shop,

uniting words on paper to be sung:

A Poet’s hat worn ’till the last ink drop.

 

Such memories in hats when I was young,

show steps of life upon each ladder’s rung.

 

☮TheMsLvh © 2011

 

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Form

Terza rima is a three-line stanza using chain rhyme in the pattern A-B-A, B-C-B, C-D-C, D-E-D. There is no limit to the number of lines, but poems or sections of poems written in terza rima end with either a single line or couplet repeating the rhyme of the middle line of the final tercet. The two possible endings for the example above are d-e-d, e or d-e-d, e-e. There is no set rhythm for terza rima, but in English, iambic pentameter is generally preferred.

History

The first known use of terza rima is in Dante’s Divina Commedia. In creating the form, Dante may have been influenced by the lyric form used by the Provençal troubadours. The three-line pattern may have been intended to suggest the Holy Trinity. Inspired by Dante, other Italian poets, including Petrarch and Boccaccio, began using the form.

The first English poet to write in terza rima was Geoffrey Chaucer, who used it for his Complaint to His Lady. Although a difficult form to use in English because of the relative paucity of rhyme words available in a language which has, in comparison with Italian, a more complex phonology, terza rima has been used by Milton, Byron (in his Prophecy of Dante) and Shelley (in his Ode to the West Wind and The Triumph of Life). Thomas Hardy also used the form of meter in ‘Friends Beyond’ to interlink the characters and continue the flow of the poem. A number of 20th-century poets also employed the form. These include Archibald MacLeish, W. H. Auden, Andrew Cannon, William Carlos Williams, T. S. Eliot, Derek Walcott, Clark Ashton Smith, James Merrill, Robert Frost and Richard Wilbur. [Information source :Wikipedia]