Poetrys-Renaissance

Listen To The Whisper Of The Eternal Wind As It Gently Touches Your Ear; Guiding You Through The Forest Of Life Your Friend; Your Companion; Your Seer. Listen To The Whisper Of Verdant Leaves Adorning The Sentinels Of Earth; Silently Watching The Passing Of Time Its Beauty The Blessing Of Birth. Listen To The Whisper Within The Heart Where Soft Emotions Caress Its Beat; Let Its Wisdom Flow Right Over Your Soul And Dormant Love It Will Entreat. Listen To The Whisper, All Three Of Them Embrace And  Entwine Deep Within; And When They Merge Within Your Soul A New Pathway You Will Begin

Bullying it happens every day as ya know at school, in the circle of friends, on the work and in the office either of course, insulters circle excepted bullying is on the rise like the rise of the nones and faced by many people like you they come from all walks of life, races, genders, cultures and ages so angst-riven, panic-stricken, spine-chilling, pain-ridden and, of course, empty-handed nightmarish all night long from day to day down to the present day you went into a deep depression assailed by fear and dark thoughts you try to settle down the silence you try to fall asleep, bothered of awakening you wish to have a

Once There Was Love; Once There Was Joy Emotions Now Shattered Like An Old Broken Toy Confused And Dazed, Wondering Why Soul In A Turmoil Just Wishing To Die The Brightest Day Now Shadows Of Night Infecting The Heart So It Sees No Light Thoughts Entombed By What's Been Said A Loved One Lost At Twilights Ebb Guided By One Whose Words They Believe Not Seeing The Venom That Flowed To Deceive The Only Hope Now Is To Pray To The Light To Guide Them Back To All That Is Right.

Of tired feathers silken touch, The ancient tale of pilgrimage When maple leaves turn red and gold The soaring spirits know no cage Goodbye to mists and fading fern To silver threads of gossamer The rosehips red and bitter sloes Until the spring comes young and fair Goodbye to songs in dreamy dusk And the warm nests of sunny youth When wings are weak, the will is strong And stars will guide us to the South To the far lands where winter winds Do not have power over Sun, So we can return in the spring, Because home... home is only one.

Faireth the morn, till the sunlit ember shine And watcheth the pearl effervescence of the moonshine Hark, and hear the cry of larks, the sound of waves As you watch the shores of life pass by Shineth the whiteness, as the poet is invited The phoenix, omnipresent, solemn as cited Fair be the man, a shine of diamond, in stark contrast the vastness, a vestige of the Ark Guideth both, but nigh, fair maiden, For you must venture forth, and bid thine shade and farewell. For what is ambivalence, when he who is above Knoweth that our punishment... is our love... Faireth thine journey well, both of ye... And press forth forward, with warmth and gle

Sweet Little Girl Don't say a word Be careful what you say And run away There's a monster on your tail Waiting for his kill His stomach rumbles in the night He's waiting for a bite Scared Little Girl It's time to hide There's a labyrinth in the garden Get out of his sight He's following your scent And tracking your trail In no time at all He has you in his sight Poor Little Girl You never had a chance With a shrill little scream You exhaled your last  breath Done with his meal The monster stalked away Lapping up blood Still dripping from his fangs

I'm not yet tired of stumbling through city streets basking in the soft glow of someone else's dream peering through windows in twilight uninvited it's the ebb and the flow of a heart almost ready to beat escaping lives left behind covered in miles and muddled intention making small talk in a foreign language old dog meet new trick the odds are already against us

1 tanka the hope of summer rain vanishes leaving a neighbor's dog to water the roses 2 haiku heat wave chasing all the birds and blues from the sky 3 tanka a cloud of gnats follows a child's sno-cone through   the petting zoo 4 haiku/senryu old mission archway black birds napping in ascending order 5 tanka lunch at the beach, businessmen strip and wade into childhood 6 haiku looking out to sea the sky  walks  a fine line 7 haiku renga air ballet on the breakwater... fishermen and gulls under the pier bait in a plastic pail holding their breath 8 haiku/senryu still seeking shade, mating crabs