Her wave…

 By:- Romance

I admit,
I was afraid to love.
Not just love,
but to love her.
For she was a stunning mystery.
She carried things
deep inside her
that no one
has yet to understand,
and I,
I was afraid to fail
like the others.
She was the ocean
and I was just a boy
who loved the waves
but was completely
terrified
to swim.


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Path of love

By :- Roman

Awareness is beyond concentration

Love is a path to create

Dimensions that bridge

Beyond,

The traffics of mind.

Some pieces are puzzles

Some stones are disturbances

But,

Love is the path without greed

To the doors of heaven

Where rivers of never-ending

Sounds of the Creator exist !!!


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The Ocean

By:- Stephen Fuller (S Francis)
February 1, 1988
 
The Ocean
 
rhythmic cadence
lull me to sleep
 
warm sand
soothes all worry
 
Ocean breeze
breath of Life
 
You- the Ocean
bite my neck
I bleed into your cup
overflowing with the love of God
give back that which spills
You- the Ocean
 
Summer day at the Ocean
Your face’s illumination- the Sun
Your gloom- a hurricane sky

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The Child

 By:- Stephen Fuller (S Francis)
June 19, 1986
Bullets pierce and echo the air
Villagers abandon their flaming homes
The king cannot see, only the Lord sees
Reasons do not matter as bloodshed begins
 
On a hilltop the one flag quivers in the wind
Tears pour into the Child’s innocent eyes
His brother has died in the flames of war-
Horror from what was once so grand
 
Unnoticed, underfoot our freedom drifts
We, sightless, block our ears from the Child’s wail
His father has died in the ocean of war
Only to be as us- free
 
The fire rages across the countryside
The Child is shot in his tears
The memory of his brother burns
The memory of his father drowns
 
One man fills his jars with tears
His son fills dreams with fears
Both are dead, burned by lead
Nothing left, there is no son
 
Nothing left, there is no village
At dawn the flames consumed the last morsel
On a hillside the one flag quivers
The stars shine, the bullets pierce the air
 
We bury the Child under the flag
His father would have won the flag
They bled too long for
A reason too wrong
 
Bullets pierce and echo the air
The village burnt to the ground
Does any flesh mourn the Child?
Oh Lord…
 
Reasons do not matter when innocence sheds blood.

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The Dreams of Coronus

 By:- Stephen Fuller (S Francis)
 
May 25, 1986
Looking up from below
He stands high above me
I search in the heavens
As the world will see
Wherever I search
He stands beside me
His hands support my soul
The dreams of Coronus
The dream of Peace
He watches
He understands
I feel the presence of Heaven


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UNDER THE TREES

By:- Kim blades, writer

Under the trees fallen leaves
blowing through the grass
dance to please the wind,
while the gold stillness
of the afternoon sun
warms the fields
with the scent of hay.

Under the trees
meandering streamlets flow
water cold and clear
over flat smooth stones
mottled grey as a pigeon’s breast
soft water baths
for the wood nymphs.

Under the trees
all nature seems at work
living freely and cohesively
languid Summer, colourful Autumn
brittle Winter, honeyed Spring
lulled by birdsong sweetly sung
all year long.

Under the trees
sit young girls dreaming
of true love’s pure flame
burning noble and bright
fuelled by our earthly origins
it reads and translates
the language of the heart –

under the trees.


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