AP#7 is here!
thanks Ric Downing. Ash sharma, Niamh Serendipity and Bekkie Sanchez!

Etched on pages..

The book of life
As the new chapter unfolds
The mystery elevates..
Fools be told of hidden pasts
Not knowing that they never last
Turn the page right this way...
Woven into words
Victories and tragedies
A chapter closes!
Next page please
 as this one bleeds
Of stolen hearts
with trustful fingers
My mind just sits here
 and wants to linger.
Flipping to the other side
I spy something that might arise
Interests and a hearty story
Of hidden truths and distant glories.
Glory is a myth
Perpetuated for real
Stories of blood lies
Deep with scandal of lustrous
Sexual perversions abound
where a Lover's kiss becomes
More than just a bedroom trist
Back door, hall way.. run thru here
Wooden stairs ...go down there
The book is written

with blood, sweat and tears-

fettered by frailties.

Ink dries on the pages
Smeared with blood and pain
An etched memory!

 


AP #6

CREDITS: INUSHA WIJESURYA, BEKKIE SANCHEZ,NIAMH SERENDIPITY,JOANNE DRAGONHEART, CHRIS FRAZIER,WORD VANGO

I HAD TO LET YOU GO..

You love me, I know it

but now you need to show me

I need to know your feelings

before I set you free.

don't take it as a threat

I don't want to let you go

you keep your heart in secret

when there's so much you could show.

Be brave - take a chance

to let your heart open wide...

It's worth it! So many possibilities 

if you choose not to hide

Love is a flower

that blossoms in trust

nurtured with tender care

as one loving soul !!!

And so I say good bye

but only for a twinkling

I keep you in my heart

if you ever have the inkling.

It hurts me to go

more than you could know

don't let me slip away

wanting your love, your nights and days..

If I find someone new

I know that you can feel it

remember it was once you

but now we just don't fit.

Why it happened

My heart knows not

All it knows

You can't be in its space

Any more!

we know love is often brief 

the higher the flame, 

I  lit the wick for you

you, snuffed it out!

Yet not before its light

Had been reflected 

In your loving eyes

That one last time

You kept that look alive 

Couldn't let it go

It was the same for me

Yet I knew the reason...

AP #5
CREDITS:
STEPHANIE SABOURIN
NIAMH SERENDIPITY
ELIZABETH GALLO
SHEFALI ARORA

LIKE IT GOES ON...

Like the wind doesn't stop
 flowing in its course
Like  the sun never fails
to turn up everyday
Like the flowers never forget to bloom...

 

Like Heart never forgets its beat
or blood through veins to course
Like eyes never forgets the newness
of dawn
Like true Love never ends...

 

Like rivers that flow to the sea
Meandering on their way
Like birds that sing
Their chorus to the dawn sun rising
Like words that charms our souls...

 

Like lovers that kiss
such passionate bliss
Like children that laugh
unending moments of innocence
Like diamonds dispersion
rainbows diverse with color
Like crayons creating original design
Artists fashion from an intricate eye  ...

Like the changing seasons
The rising and setting sun
The spinning earth itself
Song of the never ending universe

Like the cycle of sadness

Gives way to happy moments

Like we never realize how life works

it goes on and on...

AP # 4 RESULTS ARE HERE:

CREDITS:

KRITI GANGWAR
NIAMH SERENDIPITY
POETRY AND BEAUTY ARTS CLUB
WORK MAN
BEKKIE SANCHEZ
CHRIS FRAZIER
ELIZABETH GALLO
SHEFALI ARORA



THE CANVAS OF LIFE!



Why do we need to mask our souls
With the colors of the world
When the hues of life are enough
To paint our canvas?

Why not do we let colors own,instead
Paint vibrant,the vast vast world
With strokes of joy and laughter
Give and receive love, thus?

Paint flowers in between those hearts
Fill the gaps with broken color
Harmonious colors to heal the world
Mixed with friendship and good nature.

Show these flowers to the world
Let them know the beauty of your art
Open it up with vigor
For it reflects your own soul.

Your soul being of reflection
is complete if your soul is whole
There in that field
 will numerous flowers bloom

And in fantasy never wilt
Waiver or decay
But bloom repeatedly, eternity
measured in non existent days


Mud and rain has been splattered
On the windows of my soul
Tears and pain leave bloodstains smeared
Across the ledge and inner walls
 of consciousness and unconsciousness

Paint and make-up conceal cracks
and make smooth the wrinkles that
material wealth tries to hide
Truth is reflected through silver shades of miscarriage
while darkness smothers all justice

Why don't we embrace our many tasks
and once colored trade them happily
Each of us wearing the mask of another
on this day each of us will be fully understood.

Standing together we hold hands against the dark
Heal and change many colors together
Making a flesh rainbow of our bodies
Stretching forever into the heavens above.

Or in reality know
This color is the range of colors
and be content with the canvas
we are as self
and then we hold each hand
and love its paint as well!

While painting the vision of our multi beings
in and on life as a picture and hope our stories
are told in proper regard
No less colorful than each one of us are!

But if it's left to hope
then we may find
That our combination of colors 
will never be in fashion

So we must rise and strive beyond hope
To create with those colors
Our own finished work 
from this expectation!

Broaden your palette
Increase your shades to blend
whether pastel or vibrant
for both are needed,necessary
just as light and dark are!

Revealing colors in rainbow's
 promise of infinity
unending, uncompromising unity,love transcendent
Luminous reflection of each other.

I see you, you see me
Interpretations of light 
in colors inexplicable
Understood only by the heart!

ANOTHER ADD TO POEM IS HERE!
EFFORTS BY:

POETRY AND BEAUTY ARTS CLUB
WORD VANGO
BEKKIE SANCHEZ
SHEFALI ARORA

Just Go With It

If I could roll with it,
just stop-
change direction
and go with it. 
No holding back
just grow with it
start again and
flow with it.

If I could hold it
Alone in walking with it
not toe to heel mimic
but heel to toe with it

If I could
stumbling
stuttering,sputtering
and
Smiling all the while

If I could mold it
into a vision beautiful
Mystery it would be
Numbing me

If I could
once hold it
let it be all i envision
Tear it from dreams
make it reality!

If I could chase it
I would go miles away
My eye glued
My senses sewed
To its splendid beauty

If I could keep it
Ages would pass
Yet it would remain
And I would smile
Mesmerized by its worth!

If I could just roll with it
and when I catch it
become enthralled with it
I would like to  break some
 laws with it-
then spin around
and fall down with it

I never have a frown with it!

ADD TO POEM 2 IS AN EFFORT MADE BY THE FOLLOWING WRITERS:
CHRIS FRAZIER
BEKKIE SANCHEZ
GEORGE BURKE
NIAMH SERENDIPITY
WORD VANGO
TONSCHER01
JO THOMAS
SHEFALI ARORA

KUDOS FOR A SUCH A LOVELY POEM!


WHICH DIRECTION TO GO?


She sits on the platform
A piece of bread she eats
Breaking it into crumbs
Chewing as if it was a grand meal

She shares her crumbs with the birds
Surrounding her
For a meager bite

Her day is like any other
Grey,with a chance of hunger
Cold,with a chance of misery
As she sits on the platform waiting

For a train she can't afford
Rail travel the preserve of rich men
She has never left her district
Her hunger is no game

But that hunger bites
So this bread is a feast
That's why she sits here daily

Begging the world for a change
The changing world feeding in the street
Flattened by the car tire
So for a seat on the wire

To where her hunger leads
Whichever way wire or dead
On the street
Who will know?

Flying high
Flying low
Risking life
No direction to go!

A way to turn from
Reality has but one option
Ahead..

But no option could satisfy
The answers she craves to know
Her destiny is not an accident
She was forced to go with the flow

She was born on a waiting list
Her path mapped out
A prisoner of her family status
She envied their freedom

Though emancipation would never be hers
it was not that kind of world
She would always be the underdog
But she knew this could never be changed.

Though change was what she dreamed of
And beautiful dreams they were
Utopian wonderlands,where pure clean rivers flowed
No one could take her dreams from her!

Her day suddenly brightened like after a dark storm
As her dreams supplied her with a smile
She might be a second hand citizen
But she would show them...

Tears roll down her face
Cheeks as red as an apple
No smiles from her today

As  she walks towards a church
To praise heaven before her
Flight finally taken to place
A destination fleeting many miles
Weary wings rest,her nest embraced!

ADD TO POEM IS A WEEKLY ACTIVITY FOR THE POETS WHO ARE ACTIVE ON THE POET'S OASIS.

HERE IS THE FIRST CHALLENGE, WHICH  RECEIVED QUITE A COLORFUL RESPONSE

CONTRIBUTORS:

BEKKIE SANCHEZ

SHEFALI ARORA

PATRICK B VINCE

IAN H

NIAMH SERENDIPITY

JO THOMAS

TONSCHER01

I REMEMBER THE DAY...

I remember the day
When you first came in my sight
An intoxicating smile
An aura so pleasant
You caught my eye 
And then my heart

 I remember the day

when everything changed

I wanted it badly

I longed for your touch

A night on the beach

A magic carpet ride!

I remember that day

And more about that night

Made love to you madly

I couldn't get enough

I’m smiling when I cry

It’s when my love did start

Made love to you madly

That night you made me realize

I remember the day was great!

I remember that day

We were so versatile

Your heart was in my reach

Missing it each time I tried

You gave me it as a present

And you mine in exchange

Giving you my heart gladly

It was such a surprise

As if guided by fate

I remember that day we cried

Happy tears of joy

Running down our faces

The ring was a symbol

Of a new beginning

The kiss of a promise or more

 I remember how I felt that day

The beauty before me

Radiant and gay

The future ahead unknown

But my heart skipping merely

Thinking of how we could play

I remember the day

Those flowers

You kissed my hand

Held my heart captive

Within your smile

I remember how we were

love as deep as your kisses

I felt the moment reached deep

As the deep blue sea

I remember the first time

we made love

The passion in your touch

Our bodies came together hard

Such sweet movements

Turning into muffled cries

 I remember the first time

The kiss of true love

So glad it did not end

A night of romance

Giving way to the passion

Of emotion made real

I remember the day

You said it was the wine

Though I knew better

I felt what is real

You are my darling

And will always be.

I remember the days

I remember the nights

Although you are gone

Your memories will never sublime!