Motives of Ivory Veils - Sept. 30, 2010

Rassouli

Motives of Ivory Veils

I felt a rumor softly touch the air I breathe

Mingling in my exhale

Such a sweet sachet of fleeting mystery

Lost in motives, of ivory veils

Unassuming pleas of poignant measure

Quivered in each breath

Purifying with a gravitational pleasure

Unparalleled, in its depth

Melodious testimony rang within the rising

Of my lyrical express

Sang in tune, along a harmonious horizon

A masterpiece, no less

The rumors touched me with no hearsay

I had inhaled the truth

Found within the mysteries sweet sachet

Motives, of ivory veils of youth

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

Seeking Answers - Sept. 29, 2010

Seeking Answers

If I could only climb the highest mountain peak
Or quietly rest upon a jagged cliff
Perhaps I would find all of life's answers I seek
To all the what's, why's and if's

There I would sit for hours in total silence
Never uttering a word
Strongly taking hold of all my given patience
Waiting for answers to be heard

I would look into drifting clouds above me
Searching for a single sign
A picture to enlighten me of my destiny
I would surely seek to find

However, I cannot climb the highest mountain peak
Or quietly rest upon a jagged cliff
I have to live my life in the here and now and seek
Answers to all the what's, why's and if's

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

Within - Sept. 27, 2010

 Hamish Blakely
 

Within

I saw her standing there dressed to the teeth
Every shiny hair in place
Yet her eyes did not match the smile beneath
Pasted perfectly on her face

His shoes were worn and his cuffs were frayed
He could certainly use a haircut
However the smile he gave, my morning made
Changed my mind, so much

You know the Smith's down the street from here
Their big home is so beautiful
A lovely place to live on the outside it appears
So why are their eyes so dull?

Ms. Jackson's roof is leaking and falling in
I know you have seen her place
I wonder how she could be happy living within
Keep that glorious light on her face

Realization dawned on me, this I must confide
Outside appearances fooled me again
What is important is not what is on the outside
Only that which is carried within

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

Little Things Make Me Smile - Sept. 26, 2010

Jussi Lehtiniem

Little Things Make Me Smile
 
It is the little things in life, which mean so much
They are very quietly innocent
Like the wondrous feel of a clean bed sheets touch
Infused with an April Fresh Downy scent

Waking up startled at a quarter past eight
Jumping up straight from bed
Thinking worriedly that I am going to be terribly late
Remembering, it's my day off instead

Coming to terms, that to my name, I've not a dime
Accepting my usual penniless lot
Then there in the pocket of my faded jeans I find
A crumpled up, forgotten five spot

Sitting down now with my paper and pen
Searching for words to write
Thinking to myself, my mind has gone blank again
Then finding the ones, perfectly right

To win the lottery or an all expense paid vacation
Would be so incredibly nice
However, I will settle, for these small sensations
Any ole day of my life

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

Sigh of the Forest - Sept. 25, 2010

  Sigh of the Forest

Resting on a fallen tree looking up into a shaded sky
At orange and yellow spectacles aglow
I faintly hear the ancient forest breathing in a sigh
Drifting to my wonder here below

A glistening dewdrop shudders in a crystal mesh
High above from a speckled leaf
Aching to just let go and begin its life afresh
Grasping for a taste of relief

I hear a lively rustling in a nest way above me
Joyful chattering of a tiny squirrel
If he knew, I was here now, listening to his glee
Such a hush would fall upon his world

A song of jubilation rings through changing leaves
Planning a journey to warmer climes
Singing winter is a showing, cold wind we will receive
Gather round all my family, it is time

Countless hours I have rested on this fallen tree
Looking up into a shaded sky
I too can feel a cooler breeze setting winter free
Along with the ancient forest I now sigh

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

Sometimes - Sept. 21, 2010

Sometimes

Sometimes, life feels like a rainbow, flowing in beautiful colors
Thoughts and ideas flow from me like a river washing clear to my soul


I find great joy and beauty in everything I see and hear and life is so good


Other times, life feels like a massive gray cloud, pressing down on my heart

Metin Demiralay

Squeezing the very life from me and obscuring my vision of all beauty


I despise these days and fight with everything within me to escape this gray cloud


Words of love and tales of fantasy are my escape, disappearing into a world of my own creation


Eventually that old gray cloud lifts and my rainbow comes back along with my cleansing river.


Life is good again and I can smile inside.


I suppose what I describe is the life of every poet or possibly just life period


Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

Freely Captive - Sept. 18, 2010

Little Purple Bee on Deviant Art

Freely Captive

Her delicate hand holds a snow white dove
Captive and yet still free
As her grip is as light as the air he breathes
Flying over his sparkling seas

By her lovely side he sits for hours on end
Never moving a single feather
Happily content to be held in her delicate hand
Through even the stormiest weather

One could easily ask how such a wild creature
In captivity, could be so at ease
With wings that could take him to places unknown
On the simplest touch of a breeze

Perhaps his contentment lies in the knowledge
That he is always free to fly away
Knowing that the delicate hand that holds him captive
Will continue to love him anyway

*Copyright *Neva Flores @2010