Artwork credit: Catrin Welz-Stein 's "Cocoon 2"
She was cocoon
spun in silk blanket
In life’s own guardian
She sleeps caught
Delimited by her own
Rightly robed unknown
Spun from precious
Filament right inside her
She inhales darkness
Shadow of cocoon
Her eyes unfurl
Buds awaken tomb
Extremities begin to bloom
Ruptures silk cocoon
Her forest locks fall
Across her gliding back
In lovely rhythmic wave
She emerges gently as woman
Suddenly and craves
Cold her stoic stare
A moment in reflection
Herself in mirror
If they are perfect pair
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The garden earth, that holds perfect blossom, possesses a temporal beauty.
Her grass withers, her flowers fall off.
Can tulip blossom endure beyond it’s appointed season?
Can the arresstive color of rose withstand its own wilt?
Can it’s mother soil, which holds it’s petaled blood be free of guilt?
The gravity of death presumes the victory, siphons every breath, and shall win the fall with valor.
Can the seeking child be free from smiting hand?
Can perfectionist be free of self-inflicted wound, and the unattainable bar of her high demand?
What can free the crook from the thorn of his envy and his perpetual want?
What can liberate a human being demonically violated by an illicit drug?
That soon possesses the fiber of their enticed soul, dampens their spirit, and pervades the chemistry of their physical body unto ruin.
What can free men from the iron cage of their pride? What can starve it of it’s wild hunger? Until it wanes into an impotent corpse. Then there would be no more corruption spotted on the garden earth.
What can free men from the malicious appetite of greed?
What else do we really need?
What can liberate from the pain of boredom and monotony of human life?
Shall we be saved from complaint, endless worry, trivial strives?
Can we be freed from the brutality of aging? And the gradual wilt of awesome blossom?
Shall we be freed from the sting of death, and the ruthless power of the grave?
Much liberty is needed. Much freedom is craved. Where there is liberty their is freedom.
(2 cor. 3:17)
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Bring the rain
Bring the waterfall
Bring the BANG, the seasonal BOOM!
Turn that dial
Change the channel
For in our hearts
We’ve already made BLOOM
Turn the corner
Hit the gas
We’ll ditch winter’s bug
Be free at last
From December’s noose
Her dreary cast
Spring’s a slowww coil
Somebody please cut her loose!!!
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Hear ye, hear ye!
Come one, come all!
To the two thousand fourteen
April PAD poem-a-day
Calling all poets!
And all who dare
Participate in this
Grand poet feasting!
Take a prompt a day!
Gobble it to pieces!
Pen your heart out!
Come ready to eat!
And come, to feast!
(At writersdigest.com poetic asides blog. Beginning April 1, 2014).
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Source: We heart it
Just hope my cover isn’t blown…
“Spatrick, bring up the coordinates for this location quickly.”
“Sir, there is a vehicle approaching from the south 50 yards out at 25 mph. Its a state registered vehicle. Heavily armed. What should I do?”
“Nothing. Let him approach.”
A steady stream of snow continued to blanket the sidewalk and street. The city lights struggled to illuminate one of the nation’s most violent districts.
“Hey mister! where you headed this time of night?”
“Oh, evening, officer…Just out for a stroll…Clearing my head. May I help you with something?”
A police cruiser from the 5th precinct. The deep rustic voice pattern I heard matched his face. He looked like a adult male in his mid forties. Maybe 220 lbs. Clean shaven but grungy appearance. He had a cold hard stare and gave you sense of someone who was tested and tried. Battle ready.
“Get your ass off the streets pal. Your in the worst part of town. You’re not from around here are you?”
“No sir”. “Get in. I’ll give you a lift”.
“No thanks, it won’t take me long”.
“I’m not askin’you. Now get in. Your head is definitely not clear walkin’ around district seventeen this time of night pal…”
Copyright © 2014
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(A Triquint form)
She smiled sweet, her name was Candy cane.
My sweet tooth sprang—unrestrained.
She was sweet unfeigned
She posed red and white, neck curled and craned.
Tasty plump heart, prized her gain.
She was sweet unfeigned
Nothing could break my fetters in chain
Hooked for life, its unexplained.
She was sweet unfeigned
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