BABBLING BROOK.{Non rhyming poetry}---You post 1,You COMMENT on {at least} 1. PLEASE!

This Once Was Home

feeds@yuku.com (cusick) — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 08:38:17 GMT

The rusty old gate protested as I forced it open
to enter a weary...

The Garden.

feeds@yuku.com (backstreetdreamer) — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 04:26:08 GMT

The garden was old, older than
time itself, it was there
before intolerance,
ever constant
dressed in
green,
with so many
eyes curiously looking,
gently painted eyelashes
flutter with siren dreams,
coquettishly inviting you inside
through a door that stands half open
as shyly rustling ancient dreams
caught in wide eyed surprise
in a...

Behind a panelled door.

feeds@yuku.com (backstreetdreamer) — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 08:55:46 GMT

Dried up flowers in a fluted crystal vase,
on a white lace table mat
waiting
in a drawing room
full of soft surrendered whispers,
behind a panelled door.

Empty black kettle on an ancient hob,
grey ghost ashes lying
patiently
on a dead hearth
full of long forgotten questions,
upon a kitchen floor.

Dusty faded patchwork...

The last Dance

feeds@yuku.com (cusick) — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 05:05:27 GMT

Sorry I can't copy these words Sylvia
I will try to find time to re-write

Now Silver Gumdrops

feeds@yuku.com (AAAGGGSSS) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 11:18:12 GMT

Did you frolic neath so and
tears
courses, weather, blistered years
ever
a painting
tacid might
screw the cork in
just
so tight

in the moon we walked then
her breeze filtered us
sought to remember
each, the granual
we had ever lived
this dawn and before

the wretch
had
come

with her dare and
much
squinted eyes
as silver that spill
now so gold

I did lean near...

Let The Rituals Begin

feeds@yuku.com (cusick) — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 10:10:40 GMT

I give up.
My poem has disappeared altogether now.

A Woman Of Calmness

feeds@yuku.com (Cottagerose) — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 00:39:38 GMT

A Woman of Calmness

She walks beside me, patient and kind
She is a healer, a woman of calmness
I am a predator, seeking the kind ones
destroying them gives mute pleasure

I sleep at night, while she writes love letters
letters that she has only email addresses for
she lies down when morning comes and rests
hoping the day will be calmer than yesterday

Once she looked upon her wedding cake
it was split open in two pieces, one gave a...

I Am Void

feeds@yuku.com (Sharon Bullard) — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 11:54:30 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?

I feel nothing

Scene From Ships

feeds@yuku.com (Bogrem) — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 14:58:21 GMT

(this is a somewhat older one)

Scene From Ships

As seen by ships in passing;
two lightly glowing
softly flowing candles in the night.
Mesmerising sight on distant sands.
Playing off each other's light
as one flame strong,
the other, slight,
then slowly sharing forms and flaring bright-

And those that should draw near
would hear the murmured laugh of candles,
as if candles,
hand in hand,
could...

The Cat Purred

feeds@yuku.com (cusick) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 07:18:18 GMT

Dance of the Light

feeds@yuku.com (trinimade) — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 09:47:06 GMT

Dance of the Light, I hear it playing

A most glorious symphony;

I close my eyes again and revel

In the music.

Dance of the Light, the dawn is breaking

And just outside my bedroom window

Aftermath.

feeds@yuku.com (MrLeslie) — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 03:13:48 GMT

Stood here together in this land of far off childhood dreams

All our adult dreads and fears now seem to evaporate

And then as the cold dark night air warms to a pleasant wrap,

Despair that has bedecked us like a cloak of evil

Is soon replaced, by the strength of glory of our feats,

For so much wickedness did arise to be mighty slain,

That in the great aftermath of this slaying comes good hope.

Yes! Much...

Comment on ONE members work, THEN post ONE of your own.

feeds@yuku.com (MrLeslie) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 06:32:01 GMT

Comment on ONE members works, THEN post ONE of your own.