POETIC OCEANS 2

Plato banished poets  would not be happy seeing so many writers thinking   and writing poetry Poets, writing are not fighting nor are they blasting nor putting innocents to eternal sleep Poets Tempted by inspiring prompts may repair wrongs in lives and lines making people strong poets…. change lives for the better

Oh so brazen audacious Gold, floating in glorious celestial spheres now visible now disappeared Is it poetic art of the mystic sonneteer or the work of the mischievous Kobold? What pirates of the Carribean  may eye it to loot daring to  slash the seven headed  sea serpent brute ? Pieces of Eight -Pieces of Eight! Long John Silver may say- as you glitter blend and  sway   unfold from thunder ebonic to  flaming flying flashing furious forms from deep stokehold darkness to fiery storms Lo behold, marigold in the open seas moving, trailing the Master Wardens No one knows how many miles you travel carrying the  lightest load, you unravel mysteries of life, reflect the Supreme Power remain unsold precious and cool no one can steal nor collect in a pool endless vapours hot flares creating energy Giving  all in  unlimited un measureable shower'

I seek, learn, I find, I wish to reach fears do not restrict nor the physique  Mortal being, dust in water, making way,on a divine path, growing moving against winnowing wind, stable, on stretched out expanse,yet folded  in curves.particles myriads, sand, like waves, low and high in dunes rising settling  flying dispersing clouding rolling covering grease golden blackish floodwater beneath  moving in circles in oceans, seas or in circles same, like a star encircling or like fish in water organized, gliding  winged, small light colored or black flapping in self. gliding forth and back  a movement divine, see  the Glory the Power The Sign  the rising of the sun and the decline swimming in a limit, within a time divided unseen there, here by a rope in line no ropes on the skies no rift or drift suspended in glory each in its own shift  'All in an orbit are swimming' .......

Unreal World,  Oblivion immersed Misty shady magically Gothic, False beliefs in Lethe sunk, Why not cease the futile dream- , Losing Time, spent better else, it is,  but effort of the Self' Come away from Fairy Land, Let us See, where we really stand Let us See, where we really stand raise our hands in prayers bow our heads  for peace before  The Power Grand! This is certain,  Uncertainty is not the Strand!  Truth is there  Truth will be The Certain Band! Come’ Away from Fairy Land ! In the mirror, see the real world-then let The Miracle be... beyond the sky,  beneath the sea emerge in pearly purity No more  Fairy Land No more uncertainty O'  Astraea, Return !  in word  and deed, knowledge and justice   never before in this warring world forlorn was felt for you,  a greater need' Come Be the Ambassador Bring the Utopian Grand No M...

Image courtesy Google No more wars will there be no more plots or intrigues   no rockets tanks or missiles guns loaded on razee, set to sea; planes drones shells and stones screams cries groans and moans all the hate fear race or creed for any war there will be no need;  today I have finished all desire anger, wants of gold sapphire all worldly 'Bones of Contentions' Burnt them All in fine attire in a  'Boneless  Bony Bonfire'

if guns were flowers they would be colorful beautiful appealing and  smell so nice they would be light to carry ,would carry love and powder of affection rather than affliction if guns were flowers there would be  gardens more and graves less, joy more, sadness less would soothe comfort please  and caress friends favorites fans  more,enemies less if guns were flowers I would plant them then gather the seeds to share for PEACE then gather some more , go to the shore sail the seas on ancient ship,to get more                               CER Copyright 2014  anjum wasi m dar

Once again a cold mist surrounds Grey dull  darkness makes the light Thin bare branches stretch out tight bracing the long wintery wait with the trunk stuck deep aground; Once again I see All , the same Life is a game Of time Of love  Of words Of rhyme; Once again I see rainbow  twinkles  in those dark eyes Once again I see Him  The Supreme  with the fleeting glance  He made  All  in His own  image I see Him when I see  All  and I wonder- How close is He, in a smile in the eyes- No one knows how time flies  Once again I know He sends love  From the Heavens above The spirits are one  with words Formed in flowing thoughtful poetry- Once again there is emptiness but I see All in this Nothingness Once again a cold mist surrounds Once again I see All , the same                                     ...

Darkness engulfs when eyes are closed sleep like death drowns in oblivion nothing felt nothing  perceived in unknown lands the spirit slips flying amid visions, hours uncounted,  flying in spaces in gorges steep    who thinks in heart and mind,calls a trance strange, casts a pall, move and turn consciousness recalls  open eyes to feel alive its the same  silence broken by a dog's bark  bed chair cover  blanket and walls four days away with broken links what thoughts flow what one may play missing someone? Oh do not say... come finish the tasks that you must you have faith with truth and trust sincere intent  love  pure and just judge not O heart you do not know other than what words may show be true, write true  make hope flow Words are sacred words are holy words guide words are company  words are  comfort words are lovely words first make the way to l...