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As Red

as fire glows a light,

a heated flame

to torch my way,

a flight to the

other world

where words

were,

once wisdom to be heard,

but now lay silent

upon the many tongues,

a guise of ruby slippers

and the dreams of yesterday

to now lay dormant in our heads.

Poetry,

for whatever it is worth,

speaks the wisdom of a man's soul,

and the redemption of another

to will himself gained.

Spoken words are the dreams

to which we all believe in,

weather the OZ speaks,

or the witches gather to clatter

upon their nested thrones.

These words

mean little to the minds

of many a fortune,

a heart,

a brain,

to gather up wits

and be brave.

A fire

shines the light,

and beyond all ruby slippers

there becomes a make believe world,

where we are all actors

in some sort of way.

We dream of ourselves

to come to the land of Oz

and say speak, my friend,

but lavishly,

incoherently,

to not comprehend

the words that were spoken,

or the will to retrieve its meanings.

We have only to hide behind the curtain

and commit ourselves to the wisdom of Oz,

as we journey past

all of the time we forgot,

or will ever remember

to this age.

We become ourselves

in a make believe world,

holding upon our hands

ruby red slippers,

wishing for,

and sometimes demanding

that there's no place like home.

The will of the poet

belongs to them

who speak.

my words are enough

for me to encounter.

EW/ 12 /4/ 09

#7841

From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Sat Dec 5, 2009 5:40 pm
Subject: To Tell the Truth

sstoth0

TO TELL THE TRUTH

I would like to tell the truth
      the whole truth
      & nothing but the truth
but what if so help me
      the truth can`t be spoken only lived?
What if there's nothing words can tell us
      that isn't a lie because words aren't
      quite the things they say they are?

Simply declaring we each
      have our own mother tongue
      doesn't really exhaust all the guises
Thought has become so entwined
      with language I can`t remember
the last idea that didn't come written down
      Are we all cells in the same body
      or cells in the same prison?

Do you want me to turn everything
      up side down or inside out for you?
      Must I resort to insinuating metaphors
& blatant paraphrases to get myself across?
      Even the unspoken words silently
going through my pockets are suspect
      You're not reading a page of fire
      You're lighting a labyrinth of longing

Steve Toth

#7842

From: Ed Wolverton <ewolvertonart@...>
Date: Fri Dec 11, 2009 7:12 pm
Subject: My Smiling Heart

ewolvertonart

My Smiling Heart

To give wonder

to the world,

like sleeping feathers

floating upon a silent wind,

or gathering nuts

for Winter's sail,

with squirrels

climbing around a tree.

This growing old Oak

to hand out branches of mistletoe,

and collecting kisses

where Christmas green should gather.

Where warming hearts

sit by a fire drinking hot chocolate

and sipping tea

with a mist of minted joy.

Where windows fog

and gather frost from the outside,

waiting for the snow to build

and drifting away sweet hearts pass

into the snap, crackle, and pop

of the fire blazing within the mantled stone.

To give awe

with a silent breath,

that comes deeply from the heart.

Happy at my smiling heart

to give you pleasures

of presents

and candy cane flowers,

and joy that redeems our souls

into laughter,

as we sing " Oh Silent Night".

A want of grace

to storm the fitted table

with foods of every isle,

sleek and slender

bread and butter

sitting by the pudding.

My heart smiling

to your grace,

as you show upon your face

the wanted love of evening's due.

We touch in awe of splendor

upon our cheeks,

and gift a merry handshake

as we enter in,

into such a tabled feast

and nightly search for breath

to speak worthy of this house

upon a candled night with flame.

My heart aching in the cold of night

and the warmth of love to reach my soul

and smile to me,

in the bliss of all this world,

and to a time that comes only once a year.

A remembrance of forever

that only comes,

as the magic in your eyes sparkle,

and my smiling heart cries out joy

to reach both our souls

as we sing into the night.

#7843

From: Ed Wolverton <ewolvertonart@...>
Date: Sat Dec 12, 2009 10:47 pm
Subject: Great Minds Think Alike

ewolvertonart

Great Minds Think Alike

Budding heads

to the staircase wall,

what poets must call

an institution,

standing tall

contemplating,

pointing the index finger

in the upward position.

' Now Take A Deep Breath!"

A calling.

Almost like a leap to wonder,

" How Great Minds Think Alike!"

Shall we dance?

Give rhythm to the sport of writing,

or thinking out loud.

Should we gather our nuts

and bare fruit?

Sing the songs

that put us

long past journey.

I shall think,

but think not.

For it is up to

each individual

to contemplate his own life.

A stir of echoes

to relinquish the past,

and having said that,

I am greatly honored

by my own past,

not messing it up much,

or having shame brought to me

on a silver platter.

The greatness of all of us

to become our own end trails.

So speak up my friend.

We have only ourselves to blame

if no one listens.

We are much smarter that the average person

gives us credit for.

We are astute to the limit,

and are assured some kind of broad horizon,

before we go to bed at night.

Fixed on a matter that can be

well justified in the end,

having said, and done it

in our own way.

This thing called life

that we contemplate

daily upon.

#7844

From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Sun Dec 20, 2009 12:27 am
Subject: Water Birds

sstoth0

WATER BIRDS

The common loon
      doesn't know how common it is
      & so it fishes with a flare

Diving with a snap
      then breaking the surface
      some time & distance away

Now it splashes up with a silver fish
      which it arranges head first
      so it won't stick in the throat

Knowing nothing of death
      all creatures except
      humans practice immortality

Steve Toth

#7846

From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Fri Dec 25, 2009 6:14 pm
Subject: Cat for the Sky

sstoth0

CAT FOR THE SKY

With a burst of speed
      our neighbor's cat
races more than half way up
      the apple tree trunk
      after a chuckling starling
& thereupon tries to look inconspicuous
      but the songster isn't taken in

With a series of wing flaps
      the bird lights on one branch
after another leading the cat
      on a zigzag course upward
      until it finally glides onto
the highest point then leaves behind
      the cat for the sky

The cat perches sure of foot
      upon the tree's very summit
with nothing much to hold on to
      Rotating her head & looking down
      from ever changing views
sizing up her next move but first
      is there anything to pounce on?

Steve Toth

#7849

From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Thu Dec 31, 2009 6:28 am
Subject: Wait & See

sstoth0

WAIT & SEE

So many mirrors to grow old in
      all except for yours
      Hey poet if you've got any
heart left then write us a paradise
      Our brains can catch up later

We see life with love vision
      waiting out the storm
      as rain drops in the wind
Each splash landing right
      where it belongs

It takes love to make love
      Everything just seems to work
We've got to reach
      beyond our grasp
      I want to hold your space

Your eyes tell me
      what words never do
Now read my lips with a kiss
      So much talk about doing
      & here it is done

Steve Toth

#7850

From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Thu Jan 7, 2010 12:51 am
Subject: Spreading Wings

sstoth0

SPREADING WINGS

In a tree bare of leaves & bark
      on a cliff above the ocean
      four vultures just over
the edge of  fog
      spread their wings
      in the morning sun
at the ends of four branches
      until they are done

Then one by one
      they slip off silently
      into the sky
& are instantly airborne
      Such an artful take off
      sure beats running
into a head wind & flapping
      your wings like mad

Steve Toth

#7851

From: Ed Wolverton <ewolvertonart@...>
Date: Sat Jan 9, 2010 12:27 am
Subject: Ed Here with Message

ewolvertonart

To all of you who know me/ know my writing/ know my artwork.... I'm sending out a multiple message here to get the news out...I have now got a gallerie showing on line....where you can buy some of my sweetest artwork....prints avalable at different affordable prices....my - oh my , this is FANTASTIC.

iF YOU DON'T WANT MY ARTWORK...heck out all the other artists at this site...IT WORLD WIDE [ ON DEMAND ARTWORK. ]

THE SITE IS [ fineartamerica.com ] just search my name- Edward Wolverton- when you get there..... at least check out some of this FANCY work of mine...

This site is filled with artistic dreams and creations...for sale- and reasonable at cost...with....several types oof finished work. Ed/////////////

#7852

From: Steve Toth <poetree1968@...>
Date: Sun Jan 17, 2010 4:57 am
Subject: Really In Wisconsin

sstoth0

REALLY IN WISCONSIN

After we get some firewood gathered
      & a campfire started
      Bob is trying to get
the cornbread to turn solid
      This is going to take some time

I begin walking down the trail
      but soon pick up the pace
      & am jogging
Looking to my left I see a deer
      effortlessly running along side

Its forelegs bend in beauty
      as it leaps a fallen log
      Like a slalom ski racer
it cuts through the standing trees
      leaning slightly into the turns

The deer in the woods exudes
      an illusion of weightlessness
      It hardly seems to touch
the ground almost like its feet are
      ricocheting off  the forest floor

For a few seconds we are
      twin impulses caught up
      in the same energy wave
but the deer suddenly veers to the left
      & is instantly swallowed up

I stop in my tracks breathing hard
      with eyes searching
      the place it disappeared
for some sign that it was real
      but there is none

Steve Toth

#7854

From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Tue Jan 19, 2010 12:56 am
Subject: Headlong

sstoth0

HEADLONG

Once again this year
      I never saw winter coming
      I was too busy loving you
The earth busts one of its moves
      & the angels break into song
      We can't stop now for anything

Being with you makes it all clear
      If fear is a calling for love
      then love is a letting go of fear
If life is a flower opening
      then love is its nectar knowing
      Love makes the best aphrodisiac

Now's a moment for us
      to jump in headlong & love
      like we've never been loved
All these words mask nothing
      Soon & very soon we are
      going to see the spring

Steve Toth

#7855

From: Ed Wolverton <ewolvertonart@...>
Date: Tue Jan 19, 2010 9:34 pm
Subject: Super Shines in Brilliance

ewolvertonart

Hi Everyone, Edward Wolverton here. I just got back from a long week in Az....so much desert. I wanted to let everyone in on my little secret- my 10th book of poetry is coming to market in Febuary. This being my newest pride and joy, I hope that you could check it out- my wife says its my best work yet.

My poetry is very unusual. It grasps along the sidewalks of a grand scale life, then releases you to walk the pathway of a journey I have touched.

I hope that you can also venture into my new gallery site online...here you can buy reprints, or the original work of art at a very low cost. I have near 300 works posted so far, and still working to produce more on line as soon as possible. Hopefully I can gift the prints to a size of 40"x40"...[ massive scale ] Please come check out the work...I will try and post a link here.....fineartamerica.com

posted link

#7856

From: Ed Wolverton <ewolvertonart@...>
Date: Tue Jan 19, 2010 9:38 pm
Subject: Super Shines in Brilliance- second post

ewolvertonart

Hi all...I will try posting the link up again....hope it works this time....ed

#7858

From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Tue Jan 26, 2010 4:04 am
Subject: Headlong //revision

sstoth0

HEADLONG

Once again this year
      I never saw winter coming
      I was too busy loving you
As long as we live it's like this
      How can we stop now
      when it is always now?

Love makes the best aphrodisiac
      Thoughts are things
      Feelings are energy
We have our ways
      You give me all I want
      & all I want is you

Now's a moment for us
      to jump in headlong & love
      like we've never been loved
All these words mask nothing
      Soon & very soon we are
      going to see the spring

Steve Toth

#7859

From: Ed Wolverton <ewolvertonart@...>
Date: Fri Jan 29, 2010 5:18 pm
Subject: Art is from the Soul

ewolvertonart

Close your eyes and dream.

Take a deep breath and relax.

What words can take the beauty of art to its total satisfaction, that I haven't already tried to say, or express to what art could be...

I have chosen a few more works[ my favorites ] that I have been working on the past few weeks....probably explains why I am not irritating anyone on the Internet.

I just wanted to say- that everyone has this beauty within their own souls, and can vision the artwork of their own thoughts. I have only had one art class in my whole life's span- back in high school in 1970.

It is within us all to bring out the beauty of life... I see it every day- and don't know where it comes from...I just keep saying....that just maybe, God is working through me. I should have been dead and gone, a long time now...many times, yet- I am still here, and giving to the world what it needs most right now.... the beauty and love from my heart....Ed

Without trying to sound like an advertisement- anyone wishing to buy a reproduction- or the original...the art site fineartamerica.com has these works posted, and for sale.

10 of 10 Photo(s)

#7860

From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Sat Jan 30, 2010 7:30 pm
Subject: The Meaning of Meaning

sstoth0

THE MEANING OF MEANING

Without words would our thoughts
      really rush about madly
      like irritated ants
or is that just the kind of thinking
      words would talk us into
      in order to justify their existence?

Words can chatter all they want about
      but never actually become
      the truths they do but describe
Naming implies a certain falsification
      Every noun is another metaphor
      What if your name was an embrace?

Some people say language is
      a volcano of ash & not of fire
      that hacks instead of pierces
What if the meaning of wet
      was a bucket of water
      poured over your head?

Steve Toth

#7861

From: wdestiny44@...
Date: Tue Feb 2, 2010 1:46 pm
Subject: Ground Hog

Groundhog Day

Celebrate this unlikely oracle,
this ball of fat and fur,
whom we so mysteriously endow
with the power to predict spring.
Let's hear it for the improbable heroes who,
frightened at their own shadows,
nonetheless unwittingly work miracles.
Why shouldn't we believe
this peculiar rodent holds power
over sun and seasons in his stubby paw?
Who says that God is all grandeur and glory?

Unnoticed in the earth, worms
are busily, brainlessly, tilling the soil.
Field mice, all unthinking, have scattered
seeds that will take root and grow.
Grape hyacinths, against all reason,
have been holding up green shoots beneath the snow.
How do you think spring arrives?
There is nothing quieter, nothing
more secret, miraculous, mundane.
Do you want to play your part
in bringing it to birth? Nothing simpler.
Find a spot not too far from the ground
and wait.

~ Lynn Ungar ~


(Blessing the Bread)

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#7862

From: wdestiny44@...
Date: Fri Feb 5, 2010 1:39 pm
Subject: (Panhala) Here's to the Crazy Ones

Here's to the crazy ones.
The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They're not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.

You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They invent. They imagine.
They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.

How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.

Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the
world,
are the ones who do.


(Advertisement for Apple Computer,
adapted from the writings of Jack Kerouac)

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#7863

From: wdestiny44@...
Date: Wed Feb 10, 2010 1:23 pm
Subject: (Panhala) I Believe in All by Rilke

I Believe In All

I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.
I want to free what waits within me
so that what no one has dared to wish for

may for once spring clear
without my contriving.

If this is arrogant, God, forgive me,
but this is what I need to say.
May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing and no holding back,
the way it is with children.

Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides moving out, returning,
I will sing to you as no one ever has,

streaming through widening channels
into the open sea.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~


(Rilke’s Book of Hours:Love Poems to God, translated by Anita Barrows
and Joanna Macy)

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#7864

From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Thu Feb 11, 2010 5:25 pm
Subject: Bear Tree 2

sstoth0

BEAR TREE 2

Talking through the fence
      with my neighbor who has worked
      most of his life in the forest
but now his company has gone
      out of business

He tells me that trees
      clawed up by bears used to be
      few & far between
in the most out of the way places
      but now that has changed

He says that it starts with one bear
      but then another comes by
      with a longer reach
Then a third takes it further
      & maybe even a fourth

He says there are more of them now
      & they are often found
      where humans are sure to see them
like the redwood we saw by the road
      & walking trail

Maybe the message of the trees is no longer
      meant just for bears anymore
      but for humans as well
Do not consider this place your own unless
      you claw higher & deeper than this

Steve Toth

#7865

From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Sat Feb 13, 2010 7:29 am
Subject: Love Poem 11

sstoth0

LOVE POEM 11

Roll me along with your waves
      Rock me with your tides
The deeper we go
      the less there is to fear
Making true what my senses
      have been dreaming
      There is no other like you

Don't you make me feel
      like I'm the only one alive?
Yes & don't you know
      we're still catching up
with our hearts?
      May no one live
      without being loved

My soul is still glowing from last time
      The more I burn the more I learn
Come look into the face of your love
      Come here & let me thank you
Dear God just let me thank you
      When you love me
      I stay loved

Love me as you desire
      Love me in any sense
Love the top of my head off
      Love my brains out
Love me with no controls
      Love is never done with one
      There is always more to come

Steve Toth

#7866

From: Ed Wolverton <ewolvertonart@...>
Date: Sat Feb 13, 2010 9:01 pm
Subject: A Valentine's Poem- Loved By Me

ewolvertonart

Loved By Me

Surrender, sweet youth,

the love you have for me.

Tell me of the many ways

love can be desired,

touched and answered

in the moonlight

till the dawn.

Sweet love,

com be with me.

Let me hold your hands

that I might swear my love to you,

and touch your surrendering soul,

so vivid and complex.

Be mine,

in the value

of all my life.

Be true to me,

and no other

shall ever grant thy favor.

Become the red of hearts

to sweet tooth my soul,

creamy chocolate,

to melt you upon my heart.

Be loved by me

and I shall sing to you

praise and wishes,

and so true to desires.

Be the love

I have always wished for,

and I can wish your dreams

goodnight.

Become the many stars

that I see in the moonlight of dawn,

up all night,

touching you,

holding you in my arms,

and breathing with your breath

my heart so becomes.

Be love by me

and I shall set you free

into a clouded moonlit night,

holding you high into the night sky

and touching your sweet soul.

Be my love

and pleasure me with your soul,

and pain me with the love of Ecstasy

that I can hear you sing,

so clearly into the night.

Be loved by me

and I shall never let you go,

like a falling star into my eyes,

sparkling such tears of joy.

Become my love

forever upon the night,

and I will sing to you,

to love you till the ends of time.

Ed Wolverton 2/14/ 10

#7867

From: wdestiny44@...
Date: Tue Feb 16, 2010 2:48 pm
Subject: A Few Haikus on a Winter Day by Sharon Pacione

(Haikus are a form of Japanese poetry containing 17 syllables; 5
syllables
in the first and third lines and 7 syllables in the middle) A link at
the end
gives a little more info on this form of poetry for those interested.
If you
have a thought, you pretty much have one line of a haiku. Try it, it's
fun.

A Few Haikus On a Winter Day

fishing for wisdom
in oceans stocked with patience
ancient mariner

all expense paid trip
still 40 miles from normal
dimensional shift

weathering the storm
lightening strikes the meadowlark
flashes of insight

over and over
experience graduates
immortality

imagination
collects empty canvases
inspiration's muse

earthworms till the soil
irrespective of purpose
original zen

sacred mandala
content within the circle
no need to exit

thoughts evaporate
mindfulness and mindlessness
sipping tea is art

stillness rocks his world
an earthquake out of nowhere
cat nap is over

self-discovery
what's the meaning of it all
illusion is real

walking in the rain
thoughts a million miles away
the birds find shelter

drowning steals the breath
unexpected travel plans
no destination

trapped inside the pane
the fly exhausts all options
dead in October

buzzing scientists
masters of geometry
combing hexagons

eight-legged elder
weaver of the web of life
multi-dimensions

by Sharon Pacione
February 15, 2010
Wdestiny44@...

How to write haiku poems:
http://www.wikihow.com/Write-a-Haiku-Poem

#7868

From: Steve Toth <poetree1968@...>
Date: Mon Feb 22, 2010 7:07 pm
Subject: Cycles

sstoth0

CYCLES

The harder the winter
      the better for the wolves
      Eagles & ravens also clean up
While many animals are struggling
      just to survive
the wolf pack is sleek & operating
      in tiptop condition
      with energy enough for play

Swinging their massive shaggy heads
      from side to side
      the steaming buffalo sweep
deeply into the drifting snow
      to feed on the grass below
Their calves are cute with big eyes
      but they also make
      mighty inviting targets

The wolves have taken down
      a mule deer but a grizzly
      appears out of hibernation
& forcefully claims the prize
      The wolves howl for reinforcements
but not receiving enough replies
      to challenge a bear this size
      they turn their backs & trot away

Steve Toth

#7869

From: Steve Toth <poetree1968@...>
Date: Mon Mar 1, 2010 11:39 pm
Subject: Absent Minded

sstoth0

ABSENT MINDED

Sometimes I walk off
      & leave the water running
other times I turn on
      the light & forget
      to walk into the room

You tear a page right out of my life
      & start writing furiously
The longing never felt better
      You call me by name
      just like any other word

Is this how the words do us?
      We never seem to talk
about love anymore
      What is wrong?
      Afraid you will melt?

If it is not a game then why
      do we keep playing?
Something got your tongue?
      What if all our relations
      really are this harmonious?

Let us put into words
      what others only feel
Worried about looking silly?
      Let us see how easily
      the poem is writing us now

As lightning precedes thunder
      or the waves rush to shore
these must be the experiences
      we need or we would not
      be having them

Steve Toth

#7870

From: Ed Wolverton <ewolvertonart@...>
Date: Tue Mar 2, 2010 11:16 pm
Subject: Quest

ewolvertonart

Quest

What quest

becomes my immortal beloved,

that my mind speaks in these mortal times?

To speak out love, or prayer

into the eyes of a loved one,

facing the walls of life

before they pass away.

To speak, dear heart

upon this quest,

and search my heart for full content,

to see what is so full of me?

To feel this great power

and speak above my prayers,

to love, or to hate

beyond any immeasurable fate,

and take the wisdom from my thoughts,

and chase my dreams

to become a man.

#7871

From: wdestiny44@...
Date: Wed Mar 3, 2010 7:16 pm
Subject: Rumi

We have fallen into the place
where everything is music.

The strumming and flute notes
rise into the atmosphere,
and even if the whole world’s harp
should burn up, there will still be
hidden instruments playing

So the candle flickers and goes out.
We have a piece of flint, and a spark.

This singing-art is sea foam.
The graceful movements come from a pearl
somewhere on the ocean floor.

Poems reach up like the edge of driftwood
along the beach, wanting and wanting!

They derive
from a slow and powerful root
that we can’t see.

Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out.


Rumi

#7872

From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Sat Mar 6, 2010 12:09 am
Subject: Pelicans & Redwoods

sstoth0

PELICANS & REDWOODS

All night the high crashing surf
      wild winds & pounding rain
In the morning a weather beaten mass
      on the bluff overlooking the ocean
      & it's still pulsing with life

Brown pelicans have been known
      to ride out storms in this way
pressing together like one vital organ
      but this is one of the largest
      such gatherings in memory

In the forest the redwoods are
      following a similar pattern
only taller & more slowly
      In groves they grow together sharing
      the brunt of any storms that rise up

Pelicans don't quit the water so they
      probably didn't pick this approach up
from studying redwoods yet I remember
      protesters from my youth chanting:
      "A people united can never be defeated"

Who's got your back?
      Who's got mine?
Life isn't all talk & no action
      Things don't exist
      just to be written down

Steve Toth

#7874

From: Ed Wolverton <ewolvertonart@...>
Date: Wed Mar 10, 2010 9:26 pm
Subject: The Piano

ewolvertonart

The Piano

Haunting,

the keys

of the highest

range of sound.

Like ice falling

from a housetop

on a Winter morn.

The rainbow glitters

of a noise,

as light reflects

from the white ivory keys,

say the sounds

the fingers demand.

The low tones

to vibrate

the glass

sitting near the lamp.

Like a champ

in the boxing rink,

hitting score

on a right cross hook.

The mellow tones of laughter

turn into sudden joy,

as mercy flows the fingers,

and giddy flows the bellowing

black keys and bouncing feet

of pedaled wood,

and echo through the halls.

The tall tips

reaching for the rain to fall,

rake to a flurry of clad,

and face,

to drum of sounds delight.

The Haunting ghost

to reach with song,

to pray,

and prey tune

bouncing about the room.

The piano

glazed in ebony shroud,

cold coal and embarked black

to beacon the light of sound

with harmony about the room.

A hawk

chasing the foolish dove,

a lone wolf howling into the night

on a full moon,

a child barely born

crying for milk of want.

Pounding,

settling score

into a peaceful abode,

to rise these climbing keys

into Ecstasy,

then releasing the storms delight

into the echo of the score,

once more,

falling silent into the night.

Edward Wolverton 2010

#7875

From: wdestiny44@...
Date: Thu Mar 11, 2010 1:32 pm
Subject: Poem "She" Written by Shiloh Sophia McCloud

Poem written by Shiloh Sophia McCloud

She surrenders to change
She dances, chants, prays, seeks
She does what she knows to do
She brings healing to her body temple
To bring clarity to her sound mind
To bring joy to her soul
To awaken her heart to love's fire
To honor her relationships
To nurture her spirit
She moves beyond her limitations
She dares to create
She connects to her truth
She forgives what she can
She accepts what she must
She gives up shame
She reaches out
She reaches in
Sometimes it feels like it isn't working
She falls down and cries
And listens
She breathes
Moves on
She rests when she needs to
She sets new boundaries
She releases old rules
She invites new experiences
She tends her garden
Sometimes she feels that it is working
She leaps and shouts
And grows new little sprouts
She is abundance
She is a tree of life to those that embrace her
She evolves
She shines
She falls in love with herself
She is transforming - of that she is sure
She celebrates her journey
She says yes to miracles
She heals and moves on
She grows orchards of fruit in her flowering soul

Poem written by Shiloh Sophia McCloud