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2 june 2012

poetry

Jim Sularz
Jim Sularz

Believe

 
© 2012 (Jim Sularz)



When blossoms drop and withered fall,

one final drink from solace rain.

A chilling night, dark shadows steal,

lost seed that’s washed away.


Last tears subside, bright stars peek out,

a guiding light beyond timeless shores.

Tethered souls sail through faith-filled seas,

await Tide’s harbor doors.


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8 march 2012

poetry

Jim Sularz
Jim Sularz

Let the Heavens Sing ©2011 (Jim Sularz)

 
I will walk through fields of chrysanthemums,
with giant dragonflies in gloried hues.
In a curved space-time continuum,
I’ll stand in wonder, they’ll peer and zoom.
 
I will reap, from deep treasures ploughed,
when love’s full measure is weighed in me.
Where far flung coalescing spirit clouds,
conceive their stardust progeny.
 
With bright candle lights, melt my waxen wings,
rekindle my spirit shadow to set me free.
Then, within my soul, I’ll rejoice and let the Heavens sing,
that it be Earth, I’ve come back to see!

8 march 2012

poetry

Jim Sularz
Jim Sularz

A Cloth of Linen (for Sandy) ©2012 (Jim Sularz)

A stitch, a knot, a sudden tear,
some missing counts along the folds.
Her cloth was sewn in Life’s fine linen,
and bordered, in marygolds.
 
Still monogrammed, but mostly worn,
in bold initials, RHS.
With mauve tear-dropped appliqués,
in the center, two silhouettes.
 
For naked she came and naked she left,
her embroidered life was sewn untold.
In pink chenille and diamond eyelets,
with resplendent marygolds!

3 march 2012

poetry

Jim Sularz
Jim Sularz

The Austrian Pines ©2011 (Jim Sularz)

 
Deep in a Black Forest,
lost along a mystic stream.
Where the winds still whisper,
a thousand untold dreams.

Enchanted shadows,
kicking frosted leaves.
Sleep at night’s darkness,
wake upon a moonlit breeze.

Castled ruins in disbelief,
sap blistered lips unseen.
Singing Austrian pines in chorus,
beneath an idyllic scene.

Dancing high betwixt the hills,
hide an’ seek, and make-believe.
Pine cones popping tear-dropped treasures,
wave a kiss goodbye, "Auf Wiedersehen!"

 

2 march 2012

poetry

Jim Sularz
Jim Sularz

All Things Beautiful ©2010 (Jim Sularz)

I am neither man nor woman -
or naked flesh and blood.
 
I journey at the speed of compassionate thought -
without limitation or boundary.
 
I draw near only in peace and I will reshape the world -
like no great army ever could.
 
I am Christmas, 1914.
 
I am gentle and childlike -
 a joyful melody in the hearts of young and old.
 
I am spirit without malice or hate -
a mother’s undying love, a father’s embrace.
 
I reign above the loftiest mountaintops -
dwell in the silent depths of blue oceans and seas.
 
I am light eclipsing all other lights -
to heal and comfort those in need.
 
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2 march 2012

poetry

Jim Sularz
Jim Sularz

The City ©2010 (Jim Sularz)

Walked a crooked road, steep and winding,
over shrouded hills by the bay.
Shattered buildings rose from ashes,
street cars clang their bells this day.

Towered bridges span an island,
steel ships beneath their reach.
Time stuck fast to tell a tale,
when Earth rippled through a Golden Gate.

Broken lives in long remembrance,
the kites are flying high.
It’s been decades since that monster hit, 
and The City, still whirls away . . .

1 march 2012

poetry

Jim Sularz
Jim Sularz

Carry On! ©2009 (Jim Sularz)

There is a way to save our Earth, 
     from rain-swept plains to desert’s thirst,
          and moonlit lakes to rivers fast and wide.
 
From canyons carved with Nature’s hands,
     to soft and fickle hills of sand,
          and shore to shore to mountains stretched out high.
 
From sea to sea to oceans deep,
     Her icy Worlds now start to weep, 
          and disappear before our careless eyes.
 
And from dark starry nights to bright sunny days,
     green northern lights will dance away, 
          with flying clouds and rainbows painting skies.
 
There is a way to save our Earth, 
     it’s you and I, and Nation’s worth.    
 
Carry On!
 
 

29 february 2012

poetry

Jim Sularz
Jim Sularz

The Sun Burns East to West ©2008 (Jim Sularz)

Sun’s first rise over life-less skies, the earth cools, and the waters pool     
      - the Sun Burns East to West. 
              And the planet’s broken plates quake and move.

Lightning strikes, the waters stir, and the bonds of life begin to churn
      - the Sun Burns East to West.
              And the waters swirl in a living urn.

Strange aquatic things, they all evolve, some spiny finned, start to crawl
      - the Sun Burns East to West. 
              And they slowly stretch erect and tall.

Eons past where the cunning reign, a savage place, with small sized brains
      - the Sun Burns East to West. 
              And the dead surrender their twisted remains.

An asteroid streaks from the sky, blocks out the Sun, cause most to die
      - the Sun Burns East to West.
              And all in a blink of time’s eye.

Footprints in stone, some on mountainsides, make it clear that rocks don’t lie
      - the Sun Burns East to West. 
              And the fossils always tell the time.
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29 february 2012

poetry

Jim Sularz
Jim Sularz

Faith, Hope and Love ©2009 (Jim Sularz)

 
Faith pierces the gray morning clouds,
 
 and a new age has dawned.
 
A Faith that outstretched wings of peace will soar,
 
 through stormy skies now calmed.
 
With Faith we’ll wake to see that promised day,
 
when swords are hammered into plows.
 
Faith that moves hills and mountains about,
 
a Faith that believes and will never doubt.
 
 
Hope with hearts bared and prayers extolled,
 
that only good will come to pass.
 
When disease, hunger, the orphaned and cold,
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29 february 2012

poetry

Jim Sularz
Jim Sularz

Remember Me ©2010 (Jim Sularz)

What final verse, which season’s breeze,
will billow death and come for me?
 
Will I slip away cold ashen lips,
or slowly fade with each shallowed breath?
 
Will my faith endure when the clock is struck,
in the Book of Life is my soul in-trust?
 
Will I ever wake from night’s burrowed sleep,
and soar with angels through Heaven’s gate? 
 
Born of love – Die in pain,
what mournful words will attempt to say?
 
When granite’s cut-in stony deep,
who’ll stand and wait, to remember me?
 

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