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Autumn
Mother Nature sets her easel, a patent beauty to evoke,
subtle melds of autumn lie, upon her palette crushed.
Summer’s canvas, she must repaint, stroke for stroke,
so radiant brashness, into mellowed tones, is brushed.
The earth must wear a coverlet, thickly strewn around,
trees then transformed to russet, ere all leaves are shed.
This mottled mantle she deftly paints upon the ground,
the transient mosaics etched in yellow, amber, and red.
Paled kaleidoscopic patterns, dance upon each stream,
coloured daubs, splashed in gay abandon, she applies.
Languid changes…like the awakening, from a dream,
final strokes she adds to Autumn…then, Summer dies…
© Copyright: Bernard de Silva Sep-2008.
Awwwww Tuuuuummmmm…
The wind pains bent me near to double,
Oh the agony, when I woke up this morn!
I ponder now, upon the source of trouble,
my memory, of the night before…forlorn…
Wonder, was it the full ‘heavy’ slab I drank,
or odd tasting seafood…more, than some…
Crikey, there could be anything, to thank!
Oh the bloody agony…AwwwwwTummm….
AwwwwwwwwTuuuuum, Awwww Tummm!!!
©. Copyright: Bernard de Silva.2008.
Be My Valentine?
How can those, bereft of eloquence, express,
the tenderness, the intricacies, of the heart?
Evoke to mind, memories, of a sweet caress,
that lingering touch, a lifelong love to start.
Bring smiles, at glances, telling of the sharing,
laughter and tears, in good times and the bad.
‘Be my Valentine’, is but little in comparing…
convenience’s token, to all, true love has had.
Bouquets, candy, are they trapping of a show,
all trivia of convention, that only fools beguile?
Tokens matter little, to those who truly know,
the worth, of a tender touch, a warming smile…
©. Copyright: Bernard de Silva February 2008.
Cast Petals Softly Fall
They fall, as tears of sorrow,
the petals cast into the grave.
Like to dreams of tomorrow,
fragile pieces none may save.
Lingering a sweet fragrance,
lost in passage to the ground.
Sad petals in a dark expanse,
fall to earth with not a sound.
None to feel their soft caress,
save fresh turned earthy clay.
A coverlet, finality to express,
the petals lie there in disarray.
©. Copyright: Bernard de Silva.2007
Fate Accursed, Do You Hear?
I wander, moors of Adversity, on weary unshod feet,
shifting sand erodes, beneath me, vitality, to deplete.
The blazing orb, Futility, sears this body to the bone,
I bid nary one soul to aid me as I struggle on, alone,
I see the evil shadows cast, by vile vultures of Defeat.
Fate accursed, grant one favour, as a torment persists,
none here, begs for Salvation, nor easy escape, enlists.
None may holler, “hypocrite” upon this soul’s demise,
for I shall await no trumpet call, that bids me to arise…
Erase my life’s slate…for this mortal, no longer resists.
©. Copyright: Bernard de Silva-September 2009
Aparna Pathak
Aparna belongs to India.She was born in a small town and brought up in the capital city Delhi. She is Graduate in English (Honors) from Delhi University and Post Graduate in Public Relations. Artistically inclined,during her college days she had the privilege to perform a dance drama for Mr. Sonar Chand, India’s gold medallist choreographer of that time. She has been writing for 2 years. Previously,Aparna worked in a school for a few years and now has taken writing as her full time passion. She writes poems at
http://euphoricpoetry.blogspot.in/
Cactus
Isolated was a saint standing in dissolution,
anticipating long for its salvation,
staring the oasis far away,
seems a mirage ready to betray.
Shrunk itself to its resources
Saving torso from external forces,
world declare it as a snub,
cattle uses it like a scrub,
toddlers are rescued by its spine,
but who cares if it is fine.
© Aparna Pathak 2012
Pearls
Dewdrops filled with moonlight,
hidden in oyster divine,
crushed by proud Cleopatra,
to sip in world’s expensive wine.
Milky tears of god,
rolling purposeless in my hand,
blended with salty drops,
their shine seems to expand.
Experiencing the longed serenity,
safe within embrace of shell,
confined in harmonious boundary,
no more it desires to yell.
© Aparna Pathak 2012
Nella S Wulan
Nella was born in Semarang-Central Java, and now lives in Bandung-West Java ,Indonesia-SouthEast Asia. She loves writing poems and prose. Nella's poems appear in the gathered-anthology of KunFC ebook(2010),Teras Suluh Bulletin(2010), Puisi Kasih (2010), Senja Dibatas Kata (2011),Penyair Mutakhir Kartini Indonesia (2012), Suvivors Guide to Bedlam (2012), The Muse of Violence(2012) and in Reflections on a Blue Planet(2012)
Here We Are
here we are, still
from turning left and right
in the convers' cave
the wall whispers
the angel scarves
a lantern sparkling
to the loved people arms
to the legs' land
© Nella S Wulan November 2011
The Foot Days
some steps run out in a hurry
they don't want to be scattered
all over the place
the soles walk through beginning days
unsplit on through several fingers
split out, then they have picked up
to come a day of two season: wet and dry
while sticky days swing around
the dates and months scattered away
some steps keep in a hurry
sustainably walk, run and jump
©Nella S Wulan July 2012
Where DO
mornings blow
misty rhymes
where do you keep the silence up
where people take smiles up
where does the land pull breath out
cool days
blue ocean, blue ocean
where do you lay down a hawk's holding up
the tight flying, much flown up
tighten wings more
©Nella S Wulan July 2012
Whisper
whispering sun
to the large morning
to the wind dialog
to the birds' wings
to the leafy serenade
to the flawless fleece
to the amazed arms
to the strong feet
to the flare land
to the fillers' whisper
© Nella S Wulan August 2010
Frances Ayers
Since her mid forties Frances has been writing poetry,mostly in rhyme,although recently she has begun to write free verse and Haiku.She has found writing to be very cathartic,as it has helped her deal with a number of losses,especially the suicide
of her younger brother.Frances has been published in three Facebook anthologies and online.Her poem,"As Old As Sea",came in third place in the May 2010 voicesnet.com poetry contest,and another poem,"Of Winter Born",was voted a three star finalist on that same
site.Most recently,her poems have been published in the anthology series,"Reflections On A Blue Planet"by Brian Wrixon on Blurb.When she is not writing,Frances cares for an elderly uncle.Previously she worked as a Social Worker with abused and neglected children,after receiving her MSW from Fordham University in New York.
Rainbow Promises(Tanka)
The rainbow smiles
A wide grin across the sky
While the earth sighs
A sense of relief and awe
Knowing God keeps promises
Copyright Frances Ayers 2012
Remember Me With Smiles
When my long journey on earth comes to an end
And the river of tears flow out to the sea
When silence appears like a long lost friend
And time alone replaces the feeling of "we"
Then please recall special times that we shared
And laugh at mistakes that we seldom forgave
Recalling two souls that often lay bared
For our special bond will survive the grave
Copyright Frances Ayers 2010
Pictures Of Her Past(Tanka)
Pictures of her past
Lovely bright colors
Though dark at one point
As seen through filtered light
And a once darkened mind
Copyright Frances Ayers 2012
The Substance Of Things (Haiku)
Purest essence
The foundation of life
Lies within us
Washes over us
And purifies the soul
A new beginning
Primordial
Forever one with nature
A gift to mankind
Copyright Frances Ayers 2012
The Simplicity Of Grass(Haiku)
Does it ask much?
Clothed in simple attire
unassuming
How still it is
Slumbering with the earth
While flowers dream
Beckons man and beast
It's fragrant bed
Always ready
Copyright Frances Ayers 2012
A Souls'Quiet Reflection
Poised along the waters deep
Beneath the darkened sky
Silent thoughts though once asleep
Appear to wakened eyes
Reflections of a time not lost
Of sorrows,joy and pain
The lifelong lessons and the cost
And loved ones that remain
Kind words spoken years ago
Like diamonds in the night
Gives pause to the searching soul
Awaiting dawning light
Copyright Frances Ayers 2011
With Thanks And Love
For all the love you freely gave
The outstretched hand through strain and stress
And words of praise you often lent
Of hope and smiles you quickly gave
For all the joy your presence brought
You lit the paths,which I thought gray
And delivered moments rich in dreams
Your life passed quickly,I often thought
But memories stayed and soothed my tears
Copyright Frances Ayers 2010
Text: Individual Poets Who Retain All Rights To their Work
Images: All photos are copyright free
Editing: Frances Ayers
Publication Date: 08-03-2012
All Rights Reserved
Dedication:
To Our Facebook Friends And Mentors,Who Have Been A Source Of Constant Inspiration
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