
Greg, 18 june 2013
Razor back head of porcupine pin pricked by black and white light
A stair case reaches into the abyss of Mind
Lots of caverns
Taverns in which to hide away and drink, glory to the man cramped in black and white coming out the other side
Of the building
To manifest that which is structure amidst the sea of blue spikes and pink paisley, subtle
Lightening strikes and the tail of the serpent goes flying off and to pieces
Atomization of the beast
The serpent tower of twisted tongues
The language of flow uncensored
To hang within the boundaries of then and now
Colors drip slowly from the space of the unhinged tail
Melting slowly into an every blue sky from which a cat peaks
And purjury commences for the tail is reformed under the guidance of a tilted grand piano
Greg, 18 june 2013
Since ten years ago,
the ebb and flow
the mystic river that
goes and goes
Simple in nature
For essentially beauty
Is the moment that words
Outline the glorious sun
Rhymed like cheese
And flying like butterflies
Ostentatious with as little show as possible
No need to detract from what is
No regal demonstrations
Or artful performance
Only the bare moment of the here and now
For art is flow
Poetry in its simplest form
For the unread
There is no glamor
Here is now
Devon McElveen, 18 june 2013
As we move into the unknown
Be wary of the things we may face,
Challenges that may be difficult for us to overcome.
Deeper we move
Even with the danger becoming more apparent.
Fear,
Growing ever so strong.
Here we will test our will.
In time we will succeed,
Just in time for the next generation to take over.
Knowing the dangers they may move ever farther
Leaving their own marks in history.
More of them will be born in this world
Nothing will tear them from their campaign
Of progress, pride, and
Perseverance.
Quitting will no longer be heard of.
Rushing and advancing will be the thing we will agree upon.
Still,
This world is full of anger and greed.
Until we can cure this plague
Violence will prove to be prevalent in this world
Where One must fight to stay true to one's beliefs.
Xceed your expectations,
Yield to no obstacle,
Zoom into the unknown
Devon McElveen, 18 june 2013
As we dream
We are forced to believe
That anything we wish
Can be conceived.
And as we wake
what will ensue?
Will we make these
Dreams come true?
Devon McElveen, 18 june 2013
When does one lose sense of reality?
Is it normal to hold onto a crushed dream?
How is it that we may find joy
When this reality is not what it seems?
Do we imagine because we fear reality?
Or do we merely yearn to escape it?
Can't we ever find the strength?
The strength we need to face it?
Will there ever be a time
Where all life stands still?
Or must we find within ourselves
The power that is our will?
Devon McElveen, 18 june 2013
Look to the sky.
See the beautiful cyan color.
The clouds move as snails do.
Drifting about needlessly.
The birds sing their songs of harmony
And flutter about so elegantly.
Oh, what I would give to join them.
To float with the clouds of ivory.
To meld with the skies of blue.
To sing with the careless birds.
To flaunt my feathers in the cool breeze.
If I could take flight,
I could finally be free.
Devon McElveen, 18 june 2013
The battle wears on
And it may seem rough,
But do not worry.
I have faith in us.
Though we quake in fear
We prove to be strong.
And facing these odds
We will not steer wrong.
Truly an honor
To stand with you all.
And I will stand here
Even as we fall.
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 18 june 2013
Unpleasant feelings veil her
And she laments in agony,
Helplessly observing from the horizon…
Evergreen trees and dense forests
Mercilessly being cut and cleared,
Modern endeavours by humans
Damaging the beautiful environment.
She sheds tears in pain
And makes a silent appeal…
Plant and conserve trees,
Make the surroundings green,
Love Nature, save environment.
[Published: 'Your Space' of the e-journal 'Muse India' on 5 June 2013]
Gert Strydom, 18 june 2013
Foxhounds bark and tare away
with tails in the air
like guiding antennas
as if chasing a spectral bone
While hunters dressed in black
and some in red
with white helmets
follow at full gallop
urging their horses on.
What a spectacle they make
while they race
through the field
as they have being doing
since eighteen twenty-two.
Gert Strydom, 18 june 2013
The grey horse grazes outside
and eats, eats bit by bit
in our country
and on the farms is were it gets delicacies
but first it must go up into dark Africa
as pestilences and plagues
and famine asks a toll.
There are clouds hanging black
and thunder drawing closer
and it smells the rising wind.
Still it waits on the angel of death
to give a loud whistle
and then it stretches its stride
as everywhere there are corpses when war comes.
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