A Poet's Word

Guest Poet: Simon Daniels

2012-01-07T15:30:00.000+03:00

Introducing work from Simon Daniels, a writer of short fiction and poetry for children and young adults. Poet Blog...http://maybepoet47.blogspot.com/ Wednesdays Angel On Wednesday I met an angel. Well, the friend of an angel. Well, not really a friend either, more of an Agent. Not a Literary Agent or, God forbid an Estate Agent, or even a Special Agent, although that would have been

Child of My Child

2011-09-20T15:27:00.002+03:00

For my first Grandchild due today if nature allows. Child of my child, breathe my blood within hers.Sip mouthfuls of loving sustenance,Generation nectar.Swim in an ocean of hope,grow in a sea of love,Dance to the tune of life,And when you are done,show us our future. Update: September 23rd 2011. Seren Geri Jessie Rogers was born!

9/11

2011-09-11T11:09:00.000+03:00

That day-that dreadful day,added to the list of many.Bewildered and confused, lifestaggered the streets- while deathtrampled on regardless.Maniac minds delighting in their deed,deafened by the voice of hatred.Ashes to ashes, dust to dustMay we never forget.©GJS2011

Accidental Poet

2011-09-05T18:44:00.000+03:00

Accidental Poet I don’t do stanza’s,I try to rhyme,I cannot Haiku,And my sonnet Is out of line.I write poetry,Or is that prose?Do I write Cinquain?Goodness knows!This is not an elegy,Nor is it a Lay.It is merely a few words,I scribbled down today. © 2011 GJSmy

Dead Irises

2011-08-13T13:26:00.000+03:00

Written for a friend who went blind. Dead Irises Jasmine-remember white, tiny stars,Lavender, silver grey with tiny purple flowers,Rosemary, a wonderful rack of Lamb is enhanced with this fine herb,Tiny blue flowers with a sage green leaf-sage-lilac flowers when left to seed,Crush in your palm, inhale them one at a time-remember.Stocks-remember the vibrant red of our favourite

Jasmine

2011-08-02T12:04:00.000+03:00

A breeze brings you to me on a summers night,Curling high with flowers white.Tiny stars of perfect form,Fragrance heady on air warm.Wine in my hand I raise a toast, To Jasmine, my summer ghost.

One Beer Turns The Music On

2011-08-02T11:47:00.000+03:00

Inspired by a hot sultry night with a cool beer and my favourite music. I combined words from songs and came up with this one. One Beer Turns The Music On Spinning arms above my head, Santana -Samba pa ti in my soul,Van Morrison –misty memoriesR.E.M, everybody hurts did you know?No vase to be made by ghostly callings-I need your love- I need your love-You take my breath away.

Twisted Velvet Chains By Jessica Bell : Poetry Book Introduction

2011-05-08T10:18:00.000+03:00

If you enjoy reading different styles of poetry, you will not be disappointed with Twisted Velvet Chains by Australian poet, Jessica Bell. She has captured a lifetime in poetry. Dark, painful, loving and poignant poems get under your skin. Do not look for soft, sentimental rhymes in Twisted Velvet Chains, embrace the difference. Her style is unique, a new voice to be heard. Bell is not scared

Patchwork Genes in Black

2011-03-29T17:01:00.001+03:00

Yesterday I lost a dear friend, Xenia. She was in her late 40's and died of breast cancer. She was my first Cypriot friend in the village, six years ago. She taught me my first Greek words, clapped her hands with delight at my cards (Cypriots do not send greetings cards) and attempted to read my first poetry book. She stroked the cover so lovingly, I will never forget that gesture. She could not

Valentine's Prize Winning Haiku

2011-02-14T21:06:00.000+03:00

I am new to Haiku. My second attempt has won me a prize. It is an un Valentine's Haiku. Gumbo Writer hosted the contest. Stiletto promise Floral bribe, sweet chocolate kiss February farce

Happy New Year (Shape Poem)

2011-01-11T14:09:00.000+03:00

New Year Day BornNew DayBorn New Year B O R N 2 0 1 1 C H E E R S! Wishes and hopes in a glass of good cheer,Welcome in a brand New Year,Hopes, mixed with dreams,The bright red cherry,May your New Year be bright and merry!

Sleep Away The Blues

2010-10-10T11:30:00.001+03:00

I skipped with stretch elastic, and sucked upon toffee chews, Life was innocent and magic, No misery or bad news. Now the years have rolled on, And challenges come my way, I listen to the memory song, And remember I used to play. So I put down the electic bill, and stepped out into the yard, I found I could still skip a bit, but finding magic is still hard. When I sleep at night,

Introducing Faithquest by Fegger [Ebook]

2010-09-12T18:13:00.000+03:00

FaithQuest, Collection IIIEbook By Fegger Ebook DescriptionA collection of poetry which defines the third installment of a quest and confirmation of spiritual journey. To share these thoughts, trials, enables me to move further forward; and I will, therefore, not travel alone. Buy a copy

Wind Take Me

2010-08-31T20:19:00.002+03:00

Wind take me over surfy foam,The sea’s my blood, her depth my home,A sailor’s heart sails on his ship,The salt lies heavy on his lip.My eyes see the stars above,A Sailor’s life is the one I love. For Dad By Glynis Smy 2010 (Verse on the front of a card I made for my father. He will not understand it, nor be able to read it. It sums up his love of the sea as a Merchant

A Writer's Journey Home: Dedicated to Author Jan Harper

2010-08-09T20:53:00.000+03:00

A Writer's Journey Home Great storm cease and lay to rest, Your tired and weary sage, The mind of one so dear, cannot write another page. Death will not halt the ink stained hand, Books will allow the words to breathe, Last breath is nothing When a writer has to leave. Dedicated to Jan Harper (Louie Jerome) my writing friend. She passed from this earth to take up writing elsewhere,

One Small Moment

2010-06-25T16:16:00.000+03:00

Just a moment, one small moment, Enough to turn my head. I felt your presence, Despite knowing you are dead. Just a moment, one small moment, Lilly of the Valley, its sweet perfume, Delighted my senses, Knowing you were in the room. Just a moment, one small moment, A child in a field ran, Rainbow colours in her hand, Wilted wild flowers for her Gran. Just a moment, one small moment,

The Cruel Games You Play

2010-05-27T10:26:00.001+03:00

Dagger, does less than you, Its duty done in swift time. You, you are cruel, Torture and pain, your game. A game? Yes, you play, Memories clear, then fog. Fog, then memories clear, You laugh, destroy and kill. Alzheimer's you have destroyed, Families suffer at your hand. You leave nothing but a shell, And hatred of yourself. A loved one, taken, Just so you can live. What is your

Winter Died Last Night

2010-05-01T11:34:00.001+03:00

It brushed my skin, your warmth, A gentle breeze alerts me, Winter died last night, No mourning will you see. A blade of grass, a satin petal, Oh new life, a simple thread, The birth of Spring renews me, Winter passed away, it's dead. Spring arrives full glory, It carpets the world with green, Bursting buds and rainbows, We forget Winter had ever been. Copyright © 2010 GJSmy

Bubble Wrap and Boxes

2010-04-17T11:01:00.003+03:00

Bubble wrap and boxes,Stacked in the hall,All around the kitchen,Lining every wall.Packing away the treasures,Accumulated over the years,Packing away memories,Bringing on the tears.Moving house is stressful,Peaceful nights are few,So many people to contact,So many things to do.When it is all over,And moving day does reign,It's off to the new place,Where bubble wrap and boxes,Fill the rooms again!

Post Easter Lament

2010-04-06T11:59:00.003+03:00

Turn sideways and breathe in,Now look! I am sleek and slim,but if I held my breath each day,I couldn't eat and I'd pass away.I walk the dogs and stomach crunch,I eat a breakfast and light lunch,I try so hard to regain my youth,Unfortunately though, I have a sweet tooth.I'll eat a chocolate bar and then with sorrow,declare "my diet starts tomorrow!"

Betrayed

2010-04-05T09:30:00.002+03:00

I was sadded to learn that an online friend of three years, is a plagiarist. He is a preacher and has encouraged me to share his work around the Internet, via StumbleUpon. He wrote poetry and articles. I was contacted and warned that he had been found out and it was not just one or two items he had stolen. He is possibly a she, or he has family who were earning from the work of others. The news

Overextended Moi?

2010-03-23T15:21:00.003+03:00

Six pens and a biro,notepads galore,A worn out laptop computer,I cannot write much more.My arms and eyes are weary,my coffee cup is dry,I'm on a novel deadline,reaching it, I try.No housework has been done,not a stitch I have to wear,Here I am frantically writing,with a body, naked, bare.Dear hubby threatens to leave,he is neglected and under fed,he's just received a tongue whipping,for

Exciting News!!

2010-03-23T11:19:00.003+03:00

I have been told by Princess Haiku that I am listed on the 100 Best Poetry Blog listing of Accredited Colleges.org.In view of this, I will continue to write here as and when I can. I will risk plagiarism so I can share my work with you all.Thanks to you all for following and spreading the word of my work, this is the only way I could have been noticed.

Not Long Ago

2010-02-08T18:19:00.003+03:00

I watch you move with youthful ease,No creaking bones or aching knees,Not long ago -I could do that!I watch you flirt with youthful grace,No wrinkled lines upon your face,Not long ago - I looked like that!I watch you marry with youthful lust,No saggy arms or drooping bust,Not long ago - I did that!I watch you cry at your youthful demise,Laughter lines forming around your eyes,Not long ago - Oh

Just Here In Your Sleep

2010-01-25T17:54:00.006+03:00

You whose arm I stroke, do you love me?Or am I just here?Here I am, just here.I sit, I read or I stroke your arm,Do you love me or am I just here?Hours, days and years,Do you still love me?I am just here, for you.For me? No I am just here,Just here to watch you sleep,That is why I am just here...For when you awake.copyright GJSmy 1999 (updated 2010)This was a poem inspired by a young woman who

Father Time

2010-01-06T22:12:00.005+03:00

Time.Time...Ticking away.It moves forward,taking tiny steps,every second counts.Larger strides? No difference,It won't change things,still it moves forward.Time.Time...Ticking away.Moving life along,Run, walk or crawl,We can't rush it.Time.Time...Ticking away.

I won again! Symphony of Life

2009-12-09T20:52:00.003+03:00

Joanne @ Poetic Shutterbug honoured me by choosing my entry as the grand winner.Thank You Joanne!Symphony of Life by Glynis SmyJoanne has an interesting blog, pop over to read the poem and read her blog.

Is This Dad’s Christmas?

2009-11-26T23:06:00.010+03:00

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Daydreams Alive

2009-07-07T10:09:00.002+03:00

Spaceman, Knight and SoldierPrincess, Queen and Bride,The world is your oyster,When you play outside.Daydreams are alive,And the fields your stage,Oh how I remember,Playing when your age.I watch now from my window,As you skip and play,Little impish child,You brighten up my day.A tribute to the children in Cyprus, where it is still safe to run and play outside. They grab sticks and old shoes,

Ivory Tulle

2009-06-28T18:06:00.003+03:00

Where are the days past?When as a child I saw you,Those days didn't last,Into Ivory tulle you grew.Ivory tulle and lace before me,Eyelashes on a cheek,You raise you head to see,A waiting bride so meek.I leave you now with a man,One I love and adore,I walk away as Mother,And your Father takes the floor.He will slowly walk you,Towards the man you chose,He will hand you over,And that family page

Cruel Venom

2009-06-26T11:27:00.004+03:00

It slithered by and sank its teeth,the flesh felt raw pain,Each pounding beat,as venom flowed along the vein.Crushing breath from lungs,twisting, writhing strength,Each squeezing embrace,Force from the tongue of length.Words poisoned the soul,a friendship, torn apart,Too late to take back the bite,by a cruel, cold heart.

Award...I Accept with Thanks

2009-06-26T11:08:00.004+03:00

I have been awarded the NENO award by Loree at Stories and Scribbles.I met Loree through blogging. Her posts are always packed with interesting photographs and articles. She is a writer and shares snippets of her work with us, they are always a delight to read.This award is given to: "those who love blogging and love to encourage friendships through blogging, and to help others seek the reasons

Black Knight

2009-06-20T09:49:00.004+03:00

You let me down,Just when I needed you,You let me down,I lost control, silently.Unknowingly, I let go,You left me no support,Uncaring and cold.You left, just crept away,Happiness, I thought I had,A lie! Your cruel joke,You-My mind, deserted me.Inside, the blackness takes over,You allowed depression,to live here against my wishes,You, you let me down,My Black Knight.

Carol Ann Duffy~ Poet Laureate 2009

2009-06-13T09:22:00.006+03:00

Carol Ann Duffy will be the new Poet Laureate for 10 years, she is the first female in the position since its formation, 341 years ago.What is a Poet Laureate?A Poet Laureate is a officially appointed by a government and is often expected to compose poems for State occasions and other government events.In the UK the poet is the official poet of the Royal Family, this has been the case since

Getting There

2009-06-11T20:41:00.004+03:00

We dream of achieving goals and often the climb is a hard one. When we cross off one of those dreams, we realise that this is it, this is our life, we are enjoying what we started out to do. Nothing else matters. For me it is writing.Getting ThereTo the top I reach,stretch,My mind I teach,learn,The road I follow,Walk,A dream for tomorrow,Write,Lessons learned today,Valuable,Thoughts of play,

Book Proof

2009-06-05T22:53:00.002+03:00

My proof copy of Sticky Sandwiches has arrived and all is well. I now have two poetry books with my name on. I never thought I would ever have one, so two has gone beyond my dream.Sticky Sandwiches will be available on Amazon.com soon or it is available now @ Glynis Smy Storefront

New Poetry Book

2009-06-01T08:04:00.004+03:00

I am not neglecting this blog, I have just finished and published my new poetry book, Sticky Sandwiches, so my time has been stretched. It took me 10 attempts to get the upload correct, so patience was of the essence.I am waiting for the proof to arrive and it should go on sale in end of June.From My Heart Inside My Head was selected by Lulu.com to go on Amazon.com sales. I was rather pleased

Snatching Views

2009-05-23T18:14:00.006+03:00

I felt it on my face...the breeze,The sweet perfume embraced my senses,Sure footed, I trod on ancient soil,Exhilarated limbs, climb.Swinging, rhythmic endorphins play,Pushing through the barriers,Snatching views from angles many,The wild, untamed...breathtaking.Behind me now, the breeze,Whispers of my home,Returning, peace my companion,Into the evening light, I remember...The breeze on my

To All The Strangers Who Died in My Arms

2009-05-20T20:11:00.004+03:00

Soft is the sound of your dying breathAs in my arms I hold youThe room is cold and clinicalAs death's cloak enfolds youI wonder what your life was likeI wonder who you wereI know so much about the dying youBut your life is to me a blurYou came into my lifeNot as a willing soulI tried so very hardTo keep your body wholeI did not fail youI have no dark guiltI wish some form of friendshipWe could

Travel On A Sofa

2009-05-19T16:24:00.004+03:00

Oversized sweater, the winter lookSteaming coffee cup, paperback bookLegs curled under, journey startsTravel, murder and broken heartsHappiness, mystery with a twisted tale,Fly in planes, across oceans sailJungle trails and desert sandEngrossed I travel book in hand,Pirates on palm lined beach,Somewhere warm and hard to reachCowboys, heroes, lovers dieSophisticated romance, teary eyeScience

A Sailor's Heart

2009-05-17T19:10:00.003+03:00

Mists roll in on foam tipped waves,Eerily, silent fleets sail by,Their elegance and grace is moving,As their sails stand proudly high.To the tidal dancing sea,And the salt within his blood,The sailor's heart is slave,When he gives way to his true love.copyright © Glynis J Smy 2009.Inspiration for poem came from Sunflower Ranch Blog writer's challenge.Picture credit www.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk

Where Once I Trod

2009-05-14T20:08:00.004+03:00

Soft beneath my feet,The grass for the springtime grows,Along the leafy laneAnd amongst the Cypriot hedgerows.The dust now gathers, where once was green,A season stole where I once trod,It left behind a sandy soil,The dried out, dusty sod.Memories of the leafy lane,Will keep me plodding on,I will work my summer months,Then green grass again I'll chew upon.Copyright © Glynis J Smy 2009

Black Words

2009-05-08T16:26:00.003+03:00

Black words and scarlet nails claw at the heart of a child, Vicious tongue and heavy boot gifts thrown like a bone to a dog. Silent days and screaming nights, the daily onslaught of life, Do you see me? Am I here? Heavy limb and hollow heart, dragged through daylight hours. Alert mind and severed soul, companion of the night, Strangled smile and haunted eye Do I exist? If so, why?

Two Faces of The Sun

2009-04-30T21:22:00.006+03:00

A tribute to the power of the sun. No matter what it does and how cruel it can be, we still wait for the beauty of sunrise and we miss it when it is no longer there. Skin tingles with your touch,Warm memories release,You carry me to another place,I absorb your peace.Your temper, fierce,Life withers beneath your rage,The flame's alight, burningDestroying life's ancient age.I feel the coldness

A Gift ~Promotional Video

2009-04-29T09:53:00.001+03:00

This was a gift from the author Louie Jerome~Thank You Louie!

Sensual Memories

2009-04-26T21:09:00.000+03:00

Hand in hand excitement, Flesh tingling torment and heartbeat race, Lust and leisure the champion of man, Crashing waves and movie moments surround. Languishing in the moment, cigarette alight, Tranquillity and calm, my companions in the room The night, a memory after she said good-bye. Copyright © Glynis J Smy 2008.Photo credit link

For One Night Only

2009-04-14T15:39:00.000+03:00

One night of passion is my need a selfish night of lust, no clinging partner on my arm, no other needing trust. A glance, a wink a dance, a drink a flattering word or two, a taxi ride to the nearest bed is all I want from you. I live my life on one night stands and that's the way I play,don't ask me for my number, last night finished here today. You talk of guilt and faking, you say

Thank You From This Crazy Fool

2009-04-03T16:05:00.000+03:00

Take my hand and walk with me through the shadows of my land talk to me about the past as you hold my withered hand. Skip in time with my shuffled step and chatter with carefree ease keep whispering silly notions and help me live on please. Tell me of your fulfilled day of things I've never heard give me hope for tomorrow my flitting little bird. Let us share the difference of what

Topaz Pools

2009-03-23T15:22:00.000+03:00

Slender and shoeless limb on sun-drenched shorecaress the dappling waves,Silkened,tousled hair dances freely on the breezeone fleeting moment, one memory made,a blue-eyed girl, kidnapped my soul.I have seen you and my heart reaches out with needmy moment, my time, they are here,my life mate is chosen, no drumroll sounds,just you, my blue-eyed future, my girl.Your agile frame a beacon of youth,

Sticky Sandwiches

2009-03-17T10:34:00.002+03:00

The title of my second book was inspired by this poem... The title of my second book was inspired by this poem... Sticky Sandwiches When I was a child on a sunny day, in fields of gold I'd run and play. My kingdom an immortal place, amongst wild flowers I'd skip and chase. Gathering wood to make a home, amongst each ditch and hedge I'd roam. Sandwiches sticky in paper bag, tatty doll on

Raped, Stone Cold

2009-03-09T18:52:00.000+03:00

Eyes that pierce through my very soul hatred shows, I have given my all and yet you want more. I reach out for love, but am given none, I am, you are, stone cold. Pain that pierces through my very soul hurt shows, I have given my all and yet you want more, you reach out, not for love but for what I will not give, I am, you are, stone cold. Fear pierces through my very soul

Silence

2009-03-06T15:37:00.001+03:00

Silence takes a narrow roadIt slips through crevices of time,Silence moves through passagesAnd can be wickedly sublime. Silence takes a lonely pathOf memories and despair,Silence glides through blackened skyAnd surfs the midnight air. Silence walks between two friendsFor words it has no need,Silence holds the hand of deathNo bias to colour or creed. Silence travels swiftly onIt gets no chance to

Silent Victory

2009-03-03T21:45:00.000+03:00

No trumpets sound, there is no rejoicing, a gentle sigh of relief is the only sound, it echoes throughout each pounding vein, the drum roll of victory. Triumphant victim, silently moves away, no more challenges with hefty cost, no valiant steed with hero armed, just a silent thank you. No promises then remorse, just life, moving forward, no nerve ending nights, just sleep, with rainbow

Willing Submission

2009-02-28T11:39:00.000+03:00

Warmth of blood through my veins thrill me, silken threads unseen reach out and bind us, I cannot fight what is now and what is to be. There is no power greater than the realisation of the obvious, the unspoken truth, we have pure flesh on flesh, a combination. Body of mine, body of yours, with soul I offer freely , our passion rides the carousel I give now, raw, open and whole. There is

Soft Misty Morn

2009-02-25T19:06:00.001+03:00

Oh glistening stems of dawn's delightbring forth the warmth, remove the night,shimmer on leaf and stem,shine as nature's precious gem.Touch gently each floral cup,and offer roots God's ale to sup,warm rays, allow them a passage through,to drink the early morning dew,And on the warmth of their soft kiss,rise up to become the morning mist.Copyright © GJSmy 2008

Memorable Moment

2009-02-24T23:53:00.000+03:00

One sigh and a lifetime begins, chaos, then calm surround us, yet we are oblivious, pain, deep pain, is now a memory, the creation of this moment, a memorable moment, your birth. I have completed a cycle of womanhood, we have been blessed, parent and child. That, that has bound us is now invisible, yet stronger stronger than before, this is a moment when memories begin, full circle from

Final Cast

2009-02-22T20:12:00.000+03:00

Shadow of a boyRod in handAcross the water lies,With patient fervourHe does standWith each cast he tries.His dream? A fish The biggest in the lakeHis bait box full to spillingMaggot, worm and fliesFor any fish that’s willing.With bated breath and baited lineHe casts each time a wishHe stands for hours and hoursHis dream, the treasured fishThen comes

Fogs of Time

2009-02-21T20:13:00.000+03:00

This place is empty now, the disarray of tangled stems cling to hedge and tree, the flesh tingles as the past swirls the fogs of time around, whose blood has mixed with sod and stone? Who has history lying here? Is there a hidden part of me? A broken cross and angel lay upon the dewy path, a name that has no meaning, a place with no life or soul, the warm flesh is mine and the ashes from

When Imagination Sleeps

2009-02-20T14:08:00.000+03:00

Head on pillow away I sail,Along the night time sleepy trail,Contented heart and heavy eyesBreathing softly, night time sighs.Dragons, Witches and Fairy dustElves, Pixies, no Goblin trustWings wispy, drenched in moonbeam laceBeautiful, evil, fire and grace.Silver hair, forked tail and large black cat,Dainty shoes, clawed toes and pointed hatFlying, fighting, sparkling wingsRoaring, cackling and

Severed Vein

2009-02-20T11:53:00.000+03:00

Take me to your heartso I can feel your painlet me touch the wallsof every severed vein.Let my hands healwhere others fail to dolet me be the onewho tends the need in you.Allow me to climb insideand walk the craggy pathlet me be the oneto feel the fire burning in the hearth.Trust me to touch your skinand force the life blood throughtrust me enoughto know that I love you.Copyright © GJSmy 2005

Fiery Orb Farewell

2009-02-20T11:43:00.000+03:00

Fiery ball, delightSetting in the lull of nightTree top fingers touchThe flame of reflectionClouds spin your beamIn every direction.Giving way to moonSunrays die too soonWaning twilight, weakYour warmth no longerOn my chilling flesh speak.Copyright © GJSmy 2008

Dusty Dolls On A Shelf

2009-02-19T23:55:00.000+03:00

Sitting on a shelf in the corner of my room sit a little tiny bride and a little tiny groom a one eyed, tiny bridesmaid and a tatty grooms man too, the bride had got no knickers on and the groom has lost a shoe. A little further down the shelf, is Amanda Jane, she and her friend Sindy have rowed with Barbie again, Ken is dating Tressie and Barbie was upset, she pushed Ken in the swimming pool he

Death Of An Old Man

2009-02-19T17:11:00.000+03:00

Death Of An Old ManMy time has come to sit and watch the world go by, I have lived my fill, the darkness I always imagined is not here, and the world is certainly not still. The bustle of a busy street, all keep my mind focused on the hour, the echoed clipping of busy feet, surround as death in the corner waits. There is no fear, there is no reaper, just death waiting patiently, I am

A Journey of Choices

2009-02-18T19:54:00.000+03:00

A Journey of ChoicesLike fingers my paths lay before me,but which one do I choose?Truth, honesty, love, hate or greed?I travel one road and take a turning,which leaves me wanting.Not one road is straight and easy,my journey is a complex one,I started on my first breathand I will travel all my life.God's will and life's lessonwill ease my thirst and hunger,I will be satisfied or crave,I shall be

Tempest Gallery

2009-02-18T14:55:00.000+03:00

The historian walks the shore...Tempest Gallery Rise tempest, rise,show me the power of your mass!Straddle land and possess it,then shatter onto crystal shore.Erode the now, erase!Allow the vent and fury,of season's dying breath,form your galleries of the past.Slip back ... lift the veil,Rip open seams of history,share the art of days gone by,that wait for human touch.Copyright © GJSmy 2008

A Poet's Word

2009-02-17T23:19:00.000+03:00

A Poet's Word Some call it your trumpetOthers a yellow trophy,I call it your lensThrough which the world you see.Your head stands proud above the restIn spring you are a first,You observe through your sunshine lensLife at it's best and worst.You brighten lives like a candleOn earths' darkest day,You are a symbol of life renewing strengthIn the breeze you gently sway.People write about your