Grimoire-
a leather bound book
laced together
of secrecy and such
the breath of a raven
the ghost of a feather
beneath a shadow who smells
of desire.
Grimoire-
a book of secrets
passed from one generation
to the next-
stepped in ones history
a landscape of
time not forgotten
words whispered quietly
among the chosen.
Sometimes secrets are better
left quietly whispered into
the darkness part of the night
under the fullest moon
shattering secrets
casting spells
in the pale yellow lime
moonlight.
The Pathway of the Sun:
Morning arises slowly
as The pathway of the Sun
inches across the Sky,
leaving ribbons of colored streaks
which grow and expand
into a glorious blaze of Sunrise.
The pathway of the Sun:
Morning arises quickly
as people tumble out of
their beds, like crazed tumbleweeds.
Trying to fit into the suit
of each of their lives
as quickly as possible
to get to the places they must go to
as fast as humanly possible.
The pathway of the Sun:
Morning arises quietly
Nobody hears the color of light
yet it changes quite
rapidly
from a Sunrise
into Blue Skies with velvet white
frosted clouds.
The pathway of the Sun:
Morning dies down daily
as quick as it awakens, it breathes, it grows
into Sunshine filled days
exposed by Time & each time
the Sun fights back He only
manages to die down into
the colors of twilight and He
gives in to the Epiphany of
Starlight.
The pathway of the Sun:
To rise and fall each day always,
until our time runs out.
Have you ever wondered?
What motivates the Sun,
so that he does not give up completely
and just burn out?
I am just tumbling the idea of a collection of poetry of some of my own poems, but also publishing some poetry of some of my http://www.wordpress.com friends. I am unsure of how to go about doing such an anthology? Especially as far as earning any profits…To be fair, I am not looking to cash in on anybody elses’s talents. Instead I like the idea of several of us poets coming together and creating a self published anthology of poetry MORE for self-expression and Self-exposure, publicity if you will….It’s just an idea in the rough.
But I am thinking maybe X amount of poets & 3 poems each + a short auto-bio of each poet and links to other published works or links to poets blog or website…
If this idea appeals to anybody please send me a sample poem and an email introduction to:
sexinthekitchensex@hotmail.com
If I edited this type of book for kindle I would probably price it very low like .99 cents for the ebook.
I’m not too sure if this even interests anybody? But I know some of the poets i follow here have yet to be published. Perhaps being included in an anthology would give them the well needed push to self publish their own stuff.
My proposals is simple-email me a single poem and the first 20 poet’s poems I receive will be asked to be part of this collection. Deadline is whenever I receive 20 entry emails or let’s say the Summer Solstice June 21st Midnight EST. If you are selected-via-I receive 20 poems-I will email those poets ASAP and you will need to submit just 2 more poems and a short auto-bio poet statement.
Well then, let see if there are any fishes biting? Let the Games begin!!
March Madness,
with a whim and a flurry,
Mother Nature
sings her call.
She calls out to the flowers,
to begin to bud.
She echoes out to the plants,
to begin to grow.
under her ever watchful eyes,
the dance of spring begins with a twirl,
a wave, a recollection of
warm and simple wind.
slowly in our daze of
sheer amazement
winter concaves, collapses, makes room,
for Spring to begin.
and flowers, they flourish
despite the rain,
they refuse to fight the water
instead they drink in the tears
of the Earth- they swallow her secrets
her teardrops of rain.
it makes them
the plants bloated and drunken,
as if by the most scared of wine.
I do not usually post blog-style confesionals. I’m much more of a poet, than anything else. In fact in addition to my poetry online, I have been keeping multiple journals at home and handwritten. One is more private confessional journal type enteries and the other is mostly poems, ideas, and sometimes tarot readings I give myself or lists of things to do or lists of music playlists.
HERE…is mostly just where I share poems, unless I am all fired up. Today, I am all fired up and I think its vital to share because it might help others to move forward.
I am all fired up about the notion of forgiveness. In theory, I do believe it is better to forgive even if not forget or forgive ANd forget-whatever works best for you. But in practice I find this to be a slippery slope. i struggle very much on how to forgive, when to forgive and how to let go. Honestly, I hold horrible grudges. And they are horrible in truth because mostly they only serve to hurt me-myself-nobody else.
All that angry righteous high horse b.s. I desperately hold onto-a sense of who iswrong and who is right? Honestly, it does not serve me much any longer-in fact it wears me down, makes me feel guilty and mad, like an angry hornet shook lose from its nest.
so today, I was with my hubby and we were at the bookstore out of nowhere i spotted like the ideal book and he bought it for me with a couple other items. This book is called, “The forgiveness formula: how to let go of your pain and move on with Life.” It was on sale at barnes and nobles-only$6.98-hardcover-by author Kathleen Griffin. @2004.
I am only on pg 16 so far but this book is exactly what i needed to hear at this time. i am in fact blown away.I am just writing about this because forgiveness can be ajourney-a pathwy-towards feeling lighter-less burdened. And in my heart, i realize it is not an easy thing to forgive. That more folks than just myself struggle with it. Holding onto the past so tightly it only distorts your vision of the present moment and it poisons the well of your future happiness. This seems true to me.
Someday I really hope I can learn to forgive, hopefully sooner than later because all this angry i hold deep down inside-it only strangles me-making it harder to breathe making it harder to reign into my sanity. I realize i am not the only sufferer out there but by refusing to allow forgiveness its like picking a scab, bruised and bleeding-the wound will not heal. I know I will not heal either. By the way, I highly reccommend her book-so far its very good.
An altar by belief,
stands alone in the north west corner,
of my bedroom.
it is the place onto which,
i allow my beliefs to sit.
every once in a while,
i linger there
lighting three candles,
and say my prayers,
with my heart-
not my lips.
my lips do not seem fit.
to express what my heart
longs and shouts out for;
justice, a good life, an omen
or a sign, to allow
me to practice,
the fine art of allowance and
of course self-acceptance.
magical meditations, covered in mystery.
set the stage for most of human
history.
i have an altar of belief which sits,
upon my north-west corner.
Even if my Gods and Goddesses,
are ancient fairy tales to you…
please respect my beliefs,
as I try to respect yours.
if more folks do not try;
to sway and convert the masses,
think of all the less holy wars,
that would be raging
across many a foreign land.
all it takes is a small slit opening,
into your heart,
and some peace and understanding;
for those who see the world much
differently than you do.
blessings-tidings-mote it be,
hence tied by three.
To believe
in somethings in which others,
do not-takes Faith, Courage & Hope.
To believe
in the abstract, in the philosophical notions,
of Truth, Charity, Virtue and pure agape Love-
for man, women, child or beast-
To have this forlorn belief that
your actions really do matter.
To have the certainty,
that above all else
you must honor others
as much as you honor yourself–
in some cases, perhaps, even more.
To live with the knowledge,
that you are more than:
a mere breathing machine,
taking up space & air.
But instead something greater,
a part of the cosmos,
a part of Humanity,
a part of shared History.
That whether you accept it or not,
you are part of the
endless sea from here to eternity.
You are something greater,
someone with a beating heart,
and a wondrous, wandering Soul.
If you trust your instincts, your heartbeats,
your wandering Soul,
it will lead the way-
it will show you the compassion
along a compass-
of the right or wrong way,
in which to go.
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