The sharing of love has turned me upside down,
to the rhythm that poised to turn me right side up from a frown to a smile, with love abound.
I could not bear to turn right side up without promise of joy,
to the joy promised to me by your upside down frown...
but I shall let my life turn to 360, when I see you come round...
for turning 180, I will miss love by a revolution...and my life will turn into a frown
Added by Robby Baby (Dark Poet of Amour) on March 31, 2008 at 3:00pm —
The falcon flies so gracefully in flight,
with perfect eyes and the speed of light.
While we are walking on this same earth,
where crocuses, tulips, and roses grow.
Mountains of silver, bronze, and gold,
the voice within still keeps us bold!
O' that should be smile is a frown,
somehow has turned life upside down.
You light inside you have turned out,
crying, complaingin, stand up and shout!
The cut above exalts thrives off love.
Thanks for… Continue
Added by Michael C.Jones on March 31, 2008 at 1:12pm —
The fair, the bazar of mine exploring heart,
ready to be torn apart,
by the stands of charlatans ready to claim my soul.
OH SOUL AND HEART OF BURNING DESIRE!
Desire for union, desire for love,
with all of creatures down below here,
and with all that is holy above.
COME TO ME MINE INSPIRATION!
Come to me to inspire me to joy and faith,
I have surrendered to the rhythm of the cosmos,
The market of the… Continue
Added by Robby Baby (Dark Poet of Amour) on March 31, 2008 at 1:06pm —
I stand next to the core of the love I could not find,
the love in my heart, so obvious, yet not divined.
Look for it in the hexagrams of the tao?
I think this shouldn't be so.
Look for it in obscure passages in texts long forgotten, forlorn?
not likely, no, is love so grand found in texts with gold pages adorned.
How obvious is love,
hidden in the heart,
right inside you,
so close, yet so far away,
when your mind drifts away… Continue
Added by Robby Baby (Dark Poet of Amour) on March 31, 2008 at 1:00pm —
Added by Robby Baby (Dark Poet of Amour) on March 31, 2008 at 12:00am —
Cosmic Cosmos crashing through my mind,
Cosmic Collisions of events my life cannot abide.
Cosmic Chaos of Careening causes of catastrophe,
cosmic causeway of cause and effect,
my life searching for a remedy.
Saving solution of savory soul,
scintillating savior of sweetness and love extol.
Sensually sinfully silly,
soul of what love should be,
solution to mistaken syntax,
of life spoken wrongly,
of life now spoken… Continue
Added by Robby Baby (Dark Poet of Amour) on March 30, 2008 at 10:30pm —
Cry me a river - Julie London
She sang a scintillating song, Continue
sang a song that sung away the wrong,
sang a song that felt so right,
sang away my rife life,…
Added by Robby Baby (Dark Poet of Amour) on March 30, 2008 at 9:30pm —
We are the children of LIGHT,
We are the hope of the future
We are the singers of songs
And the lovers of life...
WE are the seekers of wisdom, the sowers of Treasure - and WE
are the lovers of life (and) the searchers of freedom -
And when the darkness covers
We become destroyers of hate - With Power to Conquer
And that POWER is LOVE.
We are the children of the future,
the seekers of light
We are the makers of MUSIC,
WE are the… Continue
Added by Michael Guy on March 30, 2008 at 9:00pm —
The Song of Makeda
(Makeda, the Queen of Sheba’s reply to The Song of Solomon)
by Sara L. Russell (Draft #5) 26/03/08, 00:58
Behold, thou art dark and comely, my love;
richly hath the sun favoured thee,
delighting in thy presence.
Let me savour thy kisses of wine;
for in the gardens of the temple
the lotus furls open,
wild bees fall asleep on her… Continue
Added by Sara Louise Russell on March 30, 2008 at 8:30pm —
I have been on a never ending venture with the hope of making life better for someone including self. What I discovered is that we are lights in the world and we must shine continuously nomatter how much darkness befalls us. Darkness can never over power the light! That light that we are charge with, we must take to the remote places of the earth and share it with others because we all are one and we are the lights in the world. The truth is the light and it will take truth and the light and… Continue
Added by Michael C.Jones on March 29, 2008 at 10:10pm —
I’ve been honored to have one of my paintings, entitled “With These Hands,” included in the Telfair Museum of Art’s collection for several years now. But on April 16, the museum will host an exhibition of my work that will run until August 17, 2008. If you’re not in Savannah when the show opens, I hope you’ll make it to the city and catch it before the summer ends. It’s a special event to be shared with as many people as… Continue
Added by Luther E. Vann on March 29, 2008 at 3:17pm —
Added by Poetic Literature by Victoria on March 28, 2008 at 12:30pm —
By La Belle Rouge
you trouble my thoughts too often
you live in my heart eternally
and at each remembrance of you
my desire runs quickly to follow
at a distance not respectably far
set afire at just the sound
of your name, image of your face
i sigh, tremble like a virgin girl
at the imagination of your arms
fleeting sensation of your lips
claiming mine in a smoldering kiss
swaying the foundation of my… Continue
Added by La Belle Rouge on March 28, 2008 at 7:28am —
From the moment I heard you say my name,
I knew that nothing would ever be the same.
The way you smiled at me let me know,
That you were more than just for show.
Something in your eyes whispers to me,
Unspoken words of everything that could be.
Deep within us there's a connection we share,
The way you touch me tells me you care.
It might be eternity before I can be in your arms,
But I know someday we'll give in to lovers charms.
It might take… Continue
Added by Jessica on March 27, 2008 at 4:14pm —
Sacred wind blows through my lungs,
sacred earth treads beneath my feet,
as fire of sacred thought burns holiness within my mind,
burns sacredness into my soul.
Sacred word of holy thought puts pleasant spice upon my tongue,
as from body and soul, sacred wind, earth, fire, is wrung.
So let me give utterance to sacredness of all,
as from wind, earth, and fire,
sacredness falls upwards to sacred sky
Added by Robby Baby (Dark Poet of Amour) on March 27, 2008 at 12:30pm —
Poetry and Jazz Music have been friendly kissing cousins at least since the 1920s during the United States’ great jazz age and the very famous worldwide Harlem Renaissance. That was when the great author Langston Hughes and others thrilled themselves and their friends by reciting and recording poetry to the beats of jazz. Many more––Jack Kerouac, Nikki Giovanni, Amiri Baraka, Sekou Sundiata, June Jordan, etc––later followed their…
Added by Author-Poet Aberjhani on March 26, 2008 at 11:00pm —
Please deliver me from empty prayer,
from asking what for what the universe gives,
if I just look with eyes given to me,
not to be given to me on silver platter,
with selfish hand clasped in empty prayer.
Please deliver me from empty word,
from facile faith,
that ask of mighty being and force,
that which is given to me,
if just with some sacredness of my spirit applied,
I can have given to me, can from facile effort be set… Continue
Added by Robby Baby (Dark Poet of Amour) on March 26, 2008 at 2:00pm —
Like Wild Horses
By La Belle Rouge
days don’t care if you aren’t ready
to travel along with them
they run like wild horses across
the vast prairie of your life
where you learn to stand and race
or you lie down and get trampled
there is no rhyme or reason
for the brutality of their stampede
horses run because they can
days travel the course of time
delighting in circling cyclones
without your permission or… Continue
Added by La Belle Rouge on March 26, 2008 at 11:10am —
(photo of Susan L. Taylor by Marc Brasz) Continue
When the NAACP in 2006 presented author and social activist Susan L. Taylor with its President’s Award, the organization publicly acknowledged what readers of Essence® Magazine had been experiencing for nearly four decades. Namely, that Ms. Taylor is among the most effective, dynamic, and beloved human resources on the planet. In All About Love (Urban Books) a rich of harvest of writings…
Added by Author-Poet Aberjhani on March 25, 2008 at 8:00pm —
With open mouth of no disdain,
open the worlds beauty of freedom from pain.
When you find yourself in a realm of beauty and sublime,
where love and beauty cost less than a second of time.
Filled with openness of bliss
open me to bliss and love,
by simply giving me a kiss.
Added by Robby Baby (Dark Poet of Amour) on March 25, 2008 at 2:00pm —