POETIC OCEANS 2

Pearls on tender petals leaves and grass, when Nature breaks, like bits of glass, Diamonds, shaped and cut of 'class- sliding out of heartaches

The moon lights up The night sky, It shines for all But half the world Why is it so cool and curled? Peacefully shining reflecting The high and mighty Sun, Now unseen The heat nowhere, To be mean To burn, the green. Oh the moon so dead Why so cold so close Unfed- Nature shows its extreme In the coolness and steam How do we know? Then, who is misled? Nature stays supreme Let us see the silver And the Gold And do our best, As we grow old Enjoy the moonlit night While we see the Light And the Sun, as it Goes down, to rest.

' Trees with  foliage, Protect! Pray Save the Forest! silent sat the Kinglet Shivering offereing scared obeisances. Afraid in density Afraid to move Afraid to stir lest the songs reveal the hidden treasures; the constant pecking had a warning tone' 'Let it be known 'Let it be known' 'peck while ye have time' 'life is short, its still thine' 'find the Truth of the pearls' Collect The Good before the gun shoots and the bombs hurl shattered glass, and splinters ooze fresh blood, Twittering songs grew louder Dawn broke prouder 'Oh Lord save us from The Fall, Let it be known' Pray with the bird The Early Bird There is a Third Who comes, the Light has shown-Let it be known The tree heaved a relieving sigh As birds began to fly It seemed a sharp wind had blown, High up above The Message had flown.

Mystic quietude in the branches birds are busy in tender obeisances

Words used, words written,  words thought, words spoken words for love,words for peace, words for friendship taken, yet words for war, words for killing words for ending relationships ,unfortunately mistaken.

Clouds and I   Get up and Go outside A voice calls I know I have to look at the sky I smile as the clouds smile back I am water and so are they Together we laugh and cry Clouds and I

Poem in Response to Wordle 14~The Sunday Whirl     by Brenda W   What Greater Expectations than Great Expectations, Miss Havisham, embedded secluded, on dusty wooden gilded throne, behind cobwebbed curtains, Majestic Marvel, First Created, Sacred, now rests transfixed in false reprehensions, As scattered clouds scan and search terrestial to celestial dimensions  blinking intermittant flashes Only to find twisted torments blood filled swamps, whirring swarms of discontents amidst seas of colorfully placed flowers, Supreme Sopranos burnt to ashes.

Everyday I would nearly collapse And suffer soon a feverish relapse Till one day I wore something which turned the tide and stemmed the taps It was a green stone in a golden ring. I wore the ring for thirty years throughout this time I had my fears, I guess The lord gave me The Ring Because He wanted me to bring Love care and cover to parents and siblings, And I would say ‘it’s the magic parrot Who holds my life Though we all know Who keeps us alive. And now I know    And I have seen How wonderful Life has been And I know, I am The Unknown Unseen special Of The Ring, The Queen.

skies ominously dark warn frighten threaten storm hail rage as rivers gush from above- skies lightly grey shower and spray bless and cool pearls drop from above-

Return of The Lord Of the Flies war of catapults no more applies, poisoned arrows transform amidst screams and cries, burning iron balls burst out blood red is the flood frantic tender lives shocked surprised stumble and capsize shot to brutal demise In safety attire a safe disguise Deceptive Death On Heaven Island Arrives.

                  No Idea ‘No idea how am I supposed to take it’ What is expected,how am I to make it? I don’t know if it’s literal or figurative I’ve never tried it before, cannot fake it. I’ve never known anyone so , before It's regard and love, cannot mistake it Who believes in sincere clear emotions No time, forget it, its foolish,just shake it. Life is full of blue wounds and heartaches My heart bleeds; no more can one break it. Stars give Light, but reflected from others Fired rakes breathe it hot, cannot intake it, Regret not, faces prepare to meet faces It’s a matter of time, all will undertake it. Will I ever meet a beloved fair, so rare Impossible dream, fettered, lyke-wake it So many die, so few honored, acclaimed Love a many splendored thing, uptake it. Of all good deeds do your best Anjum Let not your spirit die, sing to it, wake it. ...

Ominous Pantomimes startle and disrupt celestial rhythms, alarming sacred emerald flaps of divine balconies, creating horrific illusions of dry bones jostling, leaving to observation in the voided vaults, reflections of Faustian Legends

Loneliness is a powerful thing to write about. No one hears even if you shout no one reads                            there is doubt Loneliness is a killing thing lump in the throat numb and afloat feet heart sinking and missing the beat Loneliness is a depressive thing It comes in a day when a dear one is indifferent and far away with reasons unknown what can one say- Loneliness is a lonesome thing it stays with the lonely and makes them sing when they cannot fly with their broken wings .   Loneliness is a powerful thing when it builds patience when it fills emptiness when it heals wounds when it shows colors when it reveals character Loneliness is a powerful thing when it does not come once when it goes and returns when it widens distances when it cools the burns Loneliness is the absence of response.

River rushed a-twisting World went a-buzzing Thoughts went a-galloping Instincts fluttered Fancied whims resisted Logic stood tall, proud mane gracefully a-flying Oblivious of the gathered arranged painted poem cruelly critiqued, a-dying.

Green leaves trembling With the tremors Shivering with laughter What do they see? That makes them murmur Sweet rustlings Tender whisperings Like the twittering And the flittering Manifesting Nature In the green sea; Waving leaves Like the waves Moving the living And the dead Spread for miles yet With limits bound Trunk so firm in the ground But the green So serene Silently brave Taking life’s chance Continues with the dance Happy to be, to us unseen With what, they see around.

shrill siren sounds creating panic, hurtling pedestrians aside, birds frightened burst out of trees, hordes flying reaching out in emptiness, whose limbs were crushed whose breath was weak whose life was fading whose heart was failing another death in the van another body in the sand all cleared soon, the mortal coil flecked and flossed The race lost, blood stained sheets rolled up and tossed clearing the space ,for freshly pained shrill siren sounds