Through impossibility
9 September 2017
Talking birds
Flying through monsoon
Quick to swoon
Under moon
Her pallor accentuates
As the heart dilates
Wayward herds
They speak survival
Revival
Of rival
Plan simple black against white
Inclination fight
Unknown nerds
Working for planet
No regret
None to fret
Through impossibility
Align humans free
Reading of the poem:
From Yesterday – Thirty Seconds to Mars
Of Love in our eyes
3 June 2016
I remember Times
When all that glittered was stars
And we were stardust
The days were sunny
The moon was forever young
Our skin night’s pallor
We belonged to life
Its rivers ran through our veins
Like endless jugglers
The tides obeyed none
They scorned moon and shunned sunlight
Patterns bearing tune
Through the rocks we jigged
Every footstep a foothold
On lake memory
The sun-kissed waters
We waded through their shimmers
Our bodies alit
When the day was done
We skipped through the moonlit air
Sustaining our frames
The flowers bloomed red
As we ran through the meadows
Our shadows suitors
We danced in playgrounds
Where light was but reflections
Of Love in our eyes
Reading of the poem:
The Good Things – Bill Laurance
Swag Times – Bill Laurance
Ready Wednesday – Bill Laurance
Across Time’s Oceans
10 August 2015
.
Silent water called
Your name resounded in head
As the valley stretched
.
Hidden realms lit up
From magic in your fingers
As notes struck a chord
.
Multiverse appeared
Rising from your open palm
Extending Love’s rays
.
The touch of your hand
Opened doors to other worlds
Where light engulfed all
.
.
Kaleidoscopic
Rotating discs of secrets
Set free all wonders
.
Star-studded beings
Transparent and ethereal
To your music danced
.
Words failed me again
As your world unfolded bright
Piercing through my night
.
Angels sang softly
As my world spun into yours
Skies spilled into Earth
.
.
Like waterfall freed
My words gushed forth to your side
Building Heart’s bridges
.
More than a Moon rose
Sun competing in pallor
Confused Universe
.
Across Time’s Oceans
I wove and sent the Healing
Secret signs of Love
.
Burn it in the cold
28 July 2015
The night died today
Wasted in rise of morning
As the raven sighs
Grass scorched in the sun
Breathes off night’s delicate touch
As it lights and churns
The nightingales weep
For pallor of their slight wings
Shine not through morrows
Take this wheezing chest
And while it shivers and throbs
Burn it in the cold
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