The Sun Shines So Brightly:A Facebook Poetry Anthology by Frances Ayers-Editor (best biographies to read TXT) 📕

Soul, Your Soul, Your Soul! The mystery of surprise all contained,
The growth of the infants fragile brain
And the beauty sings like a sweet song, As we introduce ourselves and bond.

And Bond, And Bond, And Bond!

© Steven Michael Pape.(2010)


Ten To Midnight

Ten to midnight lonely railway station, Drunks on benches sleep off the exhaustion The distant echo of engines all dying out, Fumes in the air and the empty shouts.

Creatures wander in their isolation, All awaiting their next destination Muffled voices on telephones lines, Talking to loved ones, relating the times.

A vast concrete coldness goes into us all, Anxiously waiting the muffled operaters call To inform us we are soon under way,
For leaving the station, last train of the day.

The doors all open it`s time to depart, Blink at the brightness, leave all the dark Staring out windows our reflection we see, The station disappears now we are free.

(c) Steven Michael Pape(2010)


Natures Wine

The woods on a warm humid afternoon,
Vibrant bluebells and weird shaped mushrooms The thirst that is quenched by natures wine, Drenching the dryness arriving in time.

And these paths that were light dusty brown, Turning to dark as the rain drizzles down
The squirrels that were once all around,
Now taking their food and leaving the ground.

Musty odor as all natures refreshed, The once dry bark all now compressed
Yet the birds still sing, private afternoon chorus, As the wood soaks up everything before us.

And yet under this tree i`m remarkably dry, The huge oaks arms and leaves rise to the sky Fresh rain drops with their individual form, The beauty of nature is now all reborn.

As I now leave the wood, this paths turned light, I leave all the animals and all natures delight
I walk and the twigs all snap under my feet,
The fresh afternoon rain and the earth it secretes.

(c) Steven Michael Pape (2011)


The Bond That Remains

The bond that remains between a sister and brother, It is as strong as the love for a father or a mother
And days when life seems to sometimes drag me down, It`s comforting to know you are always around.

And any problems that may arise in lifes lost embrace, Is always better shared with a known familiar face Anytime I experience some sadness or grief,
There is always your shoulder to help aid my relief.

This bond that we have burns brighter than the sun,
We laugh and talk about past memories, and present fun
And we visit each other in the safe haven of home,
Or relay our news to each other on the daily telephone.

A brother or a sister this bond will always remain,
It is a feeling of closeness we don`t need to explain And as we grow older somewhat deeper in thought, We cherish this love that could never be brought.

(c) Steven Michael Pape


Pure Beauty

Pure beauty I hold in these arms My sweet child, innocent charms With hair like an angels soft caress

Your hand in mine I'm feeling blessed.

If there is a Heaven then your its gift, Delivered to us by spiritual bliss
And you grow each day, focusing eyes, The softness of your skins surprise.

I look at you a mirror image I see, As you lie sound asleep beside me Dreaming sweet visions I hope you do, I wish for life to be good to you.

I will show you the light, sunlight spark Protect you forever when it grows dark Tell you of life and the essence of words
No questions will ever go unheard.

So put your small hand into mine, Let's see what adventures we can find
We will laugh at all the mad things we do, And await the future unravelling before you.

(c) Steven Michael Pape 2011


The Trees Are Talking

Deep into the forest Amidst the twilight gloom The trees are talking Illuminated by the moon.

It sounds like a tidal wave
It starts from the far end
Then travels through the tree tops
As the ancient branches bend.

Standing higher than houses Older than the human form Breathing in their oxygen All nature is reborn.

The trunks are unblemished Unspoilt by human hands Swaying into the night sky Pure beauty where they stand.

(c) Steven Michael Pape

Elizabeth E. Castillo

A feature writer/journalist/short story writer/poet/blogger whose mission is to share her creativity through pen pushing. A keen observer of beautiful things around me and a born-artist from the tropical paradise country of the Philippines,in Asia. I graduated with a Bachelor Of Science degree in Business Administration,with a major in Management. I also completed another course in Computer Programming.Currently I am working as an Online English Instructor for Koreans and as a freelance Writer.Previously I worked as a News Correspondent for a local community newspaper and as a feature Writer for a private company’s corporate magazine. Started writing and exhibiting my poetic prowess when I was just in my elementary days – an era when I was still this shy, unassuming lass. An arts and nature lover and a frustrated photographer with my fave authors in the likes of Stephen King, John Grisham and Paolo Coelho. I have also self published my own poem ezine, Poetic Lizzy with 3 released issues.



Calming Grace

Within this vast sacred sanctuary I call my own
Lies a calming grace deep within my heart full of emotions
As I sit on my hammock watching a blue sky above me
Surrounded by lush greeneries, a space oh so holy.

A bird perched on a fragile branch greets me as I reminisce
What my dear life has been and what the future might still be bringing
This deafening silence is sometimes what our soul needs
Reflections come floating by while I reckon bleak moments I had once.

The gentle breeze brushing my cheeks makes me feel so alive
Clouds that form different shapes above at times catch my glimmering eyes
The swaying trees, the falling leaves and the chirping birds all in harmony
All these sum up what a wondrous feeling it is to be part of such a beautiful scene!


Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2011



In Every Sunrise

Wonderful hues, you simply captivate my eyes
In every bright rays you shower the world
With a new hope of a dawning, brand new day.

You are a sign everything would be fine
Even if life is a roller coaster ride at times
When all faith is gone, you are like a darling light in the desert.

The heavens and earth commune with your magnanimous glory
Each day starts with one glimpse of your majesty
Tinges of orange, yellow, you sprinkle your magical spell like star dusts.

In every sunrise, I see my far-fetched dreams unfolding
After a stormy yesterday, you come with a hopeful today
You're an astounding, enchanting work of art by our Great Artist!

Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2011



Cleansing Rains

Dewey teardrops from heaven above falling
As I reminisce the life before I've been in
Brings me back memories of yesteryear's
Of laughter still echoing and overflowing tears.

My heart skips a beat tuning in with your rhythmic sound
Splattering into bits as you melodiously hit the ground
No, it doesn't mean its pain I always think of when you're here
But also of cleansing my soul of evil demons I wish to disappear.

A rainbow may soon manifest itself from the distant horizon
Coloring my world with magical hues giving me inspiration
After you have dared exit from your magnanimous performance
Giving the stage now to King Sun as another beautiful day is at a glance!

Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2011


Isn't It A Wonder?

Have you ever wondered how wondrous life can be?
In every living thing on this lovely earth we dare see
The captivating setting sun, a sign of a brand new tomorrow,
Photographic angelic clouds leaving no tinge of sorrow.

The rhythmic sound of the splashing waves at the seashore
In my heart a melodious echo always bringing sweet candor,
A mystery of life holding the fragile fingers of a new born baby
In a solitary confinement, hearing an infectious laughter of a lovely lady.

How love grows from a tiny seed on the ground
Emerging a blooming flower with a magical background,
Clasping hands, whispers of sweet nothings
Tears of joy and pledge of true love unending.

Isn't it a wonder every second you're still breathing?
Heart beating faster seeing the love of your life while you're day dreaming
Chirping birds perched on tree branches on a high hill
Lyrical raindrops falling as you sit quietly by the windowsill.

Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2011


The Hand That Rocked My Cradle

Picture this, a mother and her adorable baby
With the setting sun at the background
She holds the tiniest hands as tears fall on her cheeks
Expressing the love for her child
Overflowing through the deepest core of her heart.
The velvety sky with tinges of orange, yellow at the far horizon
Mixes with the blue crystal-clear waters
Small waves dancing as if swaying to the rhythm of the mother and child's moment
As her feet touches the fine warm, white sand by the shore.
The mother's face is likened to that of a beautiful full moon in all its glory
Beaming brightly with each smile of her little angel wrapped in her arms
Oh, what a scene to see, a masterpiece can be created
In a single second captured by either a great artist's hand or through a photographer's nice shot .
Once, the baby grows up and see's this scene, she'll reminisce and utter
This is the hand that rocked my cradle, what a wondrous experience it is to be born
With her as my mother, a beautiful creation of God, I need not ask for more
She has given me the best things in life and showered me with enormous love."
 
© 2010 Elizabeth E. Castillo



The Artist By The Shore

In the still of the night
All I hear is the slight drizzle by the window
Tiny droplets of rain making sounds as they fall on the ground.
On this cool July evening
Alone in my room
Still can’t bring myself to slumber,
My mind starts to wander
How I long to be in a far away island
Far away from this hustle and hurried life
Let time stop for a while as I dream on,
Walk bare footed on the white sand and watch the tiny waves playing like kids
As the cold wind sweeps and caresses my warm cheeks.
I dream of sitting by the seashore
Where I can sketch the setting sun in all its glory and beauty
Colorful hues of orange, yellow, red in my palette,
Gentle strokes of the paintbrush as I get hypnotized by its aura
Distant mountains at the far horizon caught my eye
Wondering how could I cross to the other side and be in another world.
I’m gonna play my music, too
By the shore where the sound of the tides goes in rhythm with my heart
Appreciate the beautiful and astounding nature
Created by God, His gift to mankind,
By the shore is all I wanna be
Spending time as I wait
For the sun to finally set in and bid it goodbye as I close my eyes and