while growing
tended gardens spirits
went to sleep for the winter
and rooted slumberers
grew stronger, with rest
come alive with water
and sun
moonshine be a goddess
stars sprinkles
upon unturned wanderers
pathways lit
oh, but choices
sometimes not
cupid blinds us
with intentions arrow
walked into aerie
and flew with the wind...

nene

nice.. I enjoyed it..

EDGAR

by DOC dedicated to a true poet (NE)

When the voices come from the night
to tell the poet what to write
they bring with them a majestic aire
a story line, a thought to share
The voices are the higher power
they control the witching hour
A rhyming song, a mystic thought
little phrases that can be caught
Only those selected few
can hear them scream their masters cues
A poets life is one of ease
they write only to appease
those little voices that few have heard
taking down the sacred word
Like cats that jump on imagined mice
a poets tale is written twice
to catch a phrase of once used life
the poets mind must sacrifice
this very thing called his soul
a calloused heart of bitter cold
to hear it said by those who know
a poets life can turn one old
a decrepit man sits to write
knowing only the voices might
addicted to the rhymn the voices sing
poems are written to stop the ring
peck, peck, peck until its done
voices know theres only one
at last for him theres one nights sleep
'and pray thee lord my soul to keep'
as for death, much like life
a poem has no sleepless nights
close the book and a poem will know
from what page their voices roam
from page one you will begin
until at last the poem end
faced down guttered, depressed and drunk
you see how far this poet sunk.

enberto, thank you.

doc,

that was awesome!

doc,

thank you. whole hearted.

my pleasure, it is yours.
keep it, it was
written by a poet, about a poet, for a poet.
in a time where i didnt belong.

much love

d

need a huggy emote!

nooo, not the diapers

love, d

Still and gray, the morning
muted colors lie flat
What? would we have thier splendor
shock or wakening souls?
No. Better to unfold slowly, surely
gentle to ignorant minds
Each beam kisses this ever fading rainbow
in which we exist, yet disregard
The sun tiptoes over the horizon
fingers caress the figures of each sleepy hue
Awaken to this display given unto us
and halt, ever onward
The hunt to excess
and touch upon this majestic nature
So wanted as to be invisible
yet, there, surpassed for impermanence

Nene

The darkness is lighter
than earlier
Yet, dimmed, his day
will cover the dawn
Windswept, the tress dance
and wave hands in multitude
Swaying faster, the long-stemmed
seasons steadfasts
Bow to Her wanting,
her demand be done
Unto us all, ne'er fail
ne'er doubt
Cleansing taking place
which understand, we must
She takes care, takes life
with impunity
Her cycles make way
for the new

Nene

today i watched the sun shine,
then the sunshine gave way to rain
the rain cut through the morning haze
but in my heart I felt a pain
in my head spilled red from blood
the urge that had been was absided again
the day after my love my friend
and it came to me there, as i was covered in guilt
that i once was alive and with passion i felt
so cruel is the world for who has not lost
free anguish for those who's luxuries cost
and they beckoned my way
pondering yulogies to say
oh grant me this, in my darkest hours of hypocrisy
unloved by any kind with no remorse for the autrosity
give me breathe so that i may lead my own coupe
light knocking at the door deaths a vistor for you
now with my vengence past- i think i'll rest at last
the finality, the life, of the last breath i gasp

and so it goes, nature has the last laugh- doc

Thankfully, the spectacular orb
in all its splendor
filters threw the walnut tree

Standing behind the rooftop,
rays seep into my window
bring life to my sleepy soul

Yet, slowly, gently
with lovely strokes
for this morn

Subtlety is the brew
slowly steeping my spirit
kindly revealing the day ahead

And, at this position
my gaze is rewarded
Soft beauty and teasing warmth

My senses caressed
And brought softly to witness
this singular sunrise

nene

Rhianna

Sunbeams and kisses
Summer rain and jumping puddles
Mudpies and tadpoles.

It is the nature of things.

Scraped knees and bruised pride
Dirty faces and wide grins
Odd socks and crazy hats.

It is the nature of things.

Crafty things and fairy gifts
Breathless tales and wonderment
Cold coffee and burnt buscuits.

It is the nature of things.

Inspiration and camping trips
Sandy butts and salty tears
Goofy looks and pig tails.

It is the nature of things.

Wildest dreams and ponies pure
Grassy hills and rolling down
Leaves stuck in her hair.

Rhianna, you are the nature of things.


Mum x

oh Lovely!!!

--------------------

Alex---------

Be within all things
as all things are in us...

See the star twinkle above
secret messages to all others

Morse code of coldness
echoes in hearts

To warm and shine
on open minds

And, give it to all
whom cannot see

Let the seers go between
closed minds and visit

Each spirit, each molecule
mutant version, natural change

Walk along the blade of grass
then, jump! from it's tip

Into oceans of dew
clear sighted beings

Remember the chain
links us all in love, and light...

Nene

Green vs Aged--

When bending through force
green becomes a bow

aged breaks

yet, splinters far
and deeply

Breakage has action
until the aftermath

and green dries...

Sap slows, and becomes amber
aged becomes stone

Nene

Quiet sleep

dreaming new babes

Finally resting is she

after creating last seasons miracles

Sparkle snow dreams

chill air breath deeply

Still, calm, quiet

White blanket

Icicle chimes, sing sweet lullaby




Nene

behind the doors
you try to diguise you
the places you have been
all your lives you put on.
when did you first conform?
lose trach of who you were?
did it hurt taking their mark?
selling out is just easier
and you must have lost your mind,
must not have realized
the cost is high
you cant come back
your trapped in a world
thats all mapped out
youve lost the innocence of the cause
and its all my fault,
its all my fault
behind the doors
captured souls of the weak
pray to be saved from hell
but lies come from within.


nothing make sense...doc

Called from far
or nearby scented
lures of emotional
scavengers, and bleached
bones of ago...

Shot an arrow
who stands to the left?
and, rightly so
shooting blindly
or, with aimed precision

The arrow lands
and passes through
someone, sometime
anywhere
always

Nene

it's all a blur
rushing past the window
myriads of colour
tens of thousands
shades of life and death
the drive was long
the journey slow
she stepped upon speedway
forgotten treasures
landmarks stamped in evermore
without pinpoints and names
what make of these speeding
visages, rushing now, behind
stop an instant, clarity
quicken, and mosaic blended
sites become mixtures of All
hand out the window
and try to grasp, or
just run fingers through life
at velocity
so
all this blur, and bleeding together
an intense rush of acceleration
to touch everything at once!
life can be exquisite
and profound beyond
the mere site of matter



Nene

As flow goes ever ahead
stories come and go
all part and parcel
to a whole being, one
layered skin, and life
built of tapestries
light and dark
stitching hues among tints

feather touched souls
calamity reverbs to silence
and the hammer falls
to void
enveloped muted accusations
hither and yon
blankets children
creating expected response


Nene