Member Poetry

Symphony in Green ~ Jeremy Geddes You wore your heart upon your sleeve; a style long out of fashion You drove yourself to the water’s edge, the sea intent on crashing You grit your teeth and split your lip and spoke with forked tongue twisting Of all the woes and wanderlust and interstitial bitching You raised your arm to hail the chief but found his wonder wanting Laid your palm on fur-decked hide whose thirst had gone to panting Who sized you up for an overcoat with lining laced in entrails...Read Full Story

Rosemary Laing ~ Flight Research #6 (1999) Take me with you when you fly Sign my name upon your eye In smoke and blood and cauldron dye Hope returns the weeping sky Take me with you when you dye My name upon the weeping sky While smoke and mirrors trick the eye And cause the days to faster fly Take me with you, blink your eye Tomorrow into the past does fly My name is writ on cauldron sky And days are coloured in weeping dye Take me with you, take my eye Past the fields and feathered sky My...Read Full Story

It does not matter what the skeptics say, For I'll continue to watch and pray; I know it was His voice that I heard, When I read and believed His Holy word; His Holy Spirit resides in me, Protecting my soul and keeping me free; Skepticism is of the mind of the flesh, A haunting foe determined to crush; But not this soul of mine, Will I allow skepticism to bind; Now I'm free as the roots of a tree, Running l o n g and growing deep; I know in whom and what I believe, The blood of Jesus washed...Read Full Story

Spark Sleep dust shed from eyes like sand from the cannon cast The light dispels the shadows of night You rise to face the day’s charade Sunrise Sunspots on your astral shirt induce the drawing of aurora curtains across your mind Thus occluding the view afforded By sleep’s access to the vaults of memory Morning Mourners gather to line the streets pale witness To the black crate bearing wagon passing, parading the town’s inability to feel, Only to whisper grey with knuckles white clenched...Read Full Story

Aerodynamics for Psychonauts ~ Mario Martinez Through roots and leaves the leaving routes the day behind you now Sinking fast the light recedes through neon night to stellar plough Where cryptic clues in package stash behind the doors of dreams Lead you through the maze of days between daylight’s woven beams That breathe the sun’s beguiling light in pulsating chlorophyll The toothless tiger whose keeper caged refuses to keep still Will drain the hearts and sap the wood behind the schoolyard...Read Full Story

The Dream ~ Henri Rousseau In the corners of a darkened dream Fingers words in the wood will score Lovers’ hearts in sap to gleam Twig-like kisses on littered floor Celtic heart on stone to carve Verdigris veins the circle completes Give me light these leaves to green Suck these roots the black earth writhes With fist and hammer to scrub me clean Whittle me down to the barest of lives Through valleys green on wings of wet iron Pass your laws in warm earth pen Enforce it with the passage of...Read Full Story

Nature wears her wintry veil upon her face, aloof, in visions as the winter's dreams are dreamed. Her face is shielded from the frigid wind that reigns, o'er earth and land that lie in wait to be redeemed. And so the heavens cry for spring's return, though their pleading tears are frozen 'ere they touch the earth. Falling softly, whitened with regret upon the ground ~ each tear a testament for nature's sweet rebirth. O'Nature, hear the heavens' call for season's turn. Let warmth and golden...Read Full Story

Every day is a good day, For God has made it so; Enjoy your time upon the earth, And let your spirit grow; Reach out and touch someone whose near, With the power of your love, Whatever gifts that you may have, Came down from up above; So, keep compassion in your heart, And readily share His Word, Give thanks to God, praise His name, For He alone deserves. ********************************** Selection from: "Pieces of My Heart" **********************************Read Full Story

Author Barbara J. Winter says: " When you come to the end of all the light you know, and it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen: either you will be given something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly ." Hmmm, I hope I'm given something solid to stand on as I step into Designer Rick Owe n 's enigmatic soles so I can view Artist Diego Ortiz 's stirring photograph " Black Wall Londres...Read Full Story

"I just want to be wild and free." (I hear his voice whisper to me) "Free from doubt, free from pain. Laughing, dancing in a fun-filled spree. Soaring in the sky, my spirit is free" (I cry. My life is steeped in mediocrity. But, once the sun smiled it’s light upon us, Our young lives filled with much promise- Make love, not war, our constant refrain, pass the joint, join the free love train- 1968 was the best of times, let’s jump in the Super Sport, with it’s 427, and four on the floor we’ll...Read Full Story