All the Churches

all the churches in the world
can’t preach enough to me,
to verify a creator,
a godly overseer.

i like my facts and figures,
my scientific proof,
don’t try to convince me,
you will only waste precious breath.

no evidence you choose
can hold up in my court;
my stance is firmly immovable,
go take it somewhere else.

and then comes distant mystery:
man before without a face,
wandering into field of vision,
heaven in human state.

hair that waves as silk
upon an angel’s lofty head
eyes of darkened cosmos,
silver flecks of stars embed.

traveling gaze drops to lips,
those pillows of pure divine…
imagining mine own upon them,
melting in lost time.

unprepared for hearing —
your voice sang just two notes,
one for me, one for you,
yet together sang a chorus.

you are my enigma,
the proof i can’t deny:
you with universe in your eyes,
the sole reason

i believe.

~ Emily C.,

3.23.18

Advertisements

Blank ~ 6 words

There was only one ________ left.

Fill in the blank, friends.
I’ll go first:

There was only one bullet left.

Summer ~ The Strix

Ah, summer. Lovely, summer. Here’s the next collab from the Strix. Mine…well, leave it to me to find something dark in summer. 🙂 Hope you enjoy all the artists who contributed! Give their pages a visit if you get the chance. If you want to contribute on a topic sometime, let us know. Always happy to see new faces.

~ Em

*********

This time the topic was chosen by John and I thought ‘Summer? Spring hasn’t even really started yet’. Then I realized, Summer did start in parts of the world already, as it also did where John lives. The Summer season may remind you of blue skies, with the sun shining bright, bringing warmth into your life again. However, if you’re in pain (mentally, physically, emotionally, financially) the sun might not make you feel better.

This month we’ve got requests from two great artists to create for a collaboration. We love to have others joining us and are sure, you will appreciate the entries of both S Francis and Janki, as much as we do.

We hope this collaboration gives you food for thought and also helps you to remind: there are more people in the world who might go through the ‘Summer blues’. However, don’t forget either, as cliché as it may be:

“Every Cloud has a Silver Lining.”

John Milton

~ Patty W.

~ from MimosaPudica

*******************************************************************

 

Lure

 

You told me you loved me
in the ocean that day.
In the heat of our summer
our love was to stay.

Fell into your open arms
like a sail on a windless day;
you caught me, mermaid fish
fooled by staged flashy play.

Your eyes spoke contorted desire
to keep a gentle sea treasure;
a trophy proudly conquered
for your own distorted pleasure.

On your enchanting lure
sewn with words, colored;
hung with saccharin promises,
false display you glittered.

Dangling from invisible line
— you yanked,
snagged…I sputter.
— you cranked,

Hooked…I reel — in your truth.
Blinded by sun in my eyes,
its warmth mocked the cold
inside your heart’s ice.

You told me you loved me
in the ocean that day,
the end of our summer,
the start of my decay.

~ Emily C.

~ from PoetGirlEm 

*******************************************************************

Three Haiku’s

~~~

Friendship is summer,

Where chats are its cute beaches,

And trust it’s sunscreen.

~~~

Let me be summer,

And summer be what I am,

‘coz summer is best.

~~~

Grandpa and Grandma

In summer vacation teach,

Just what life taught them.

~ Janki R.

~ from LettersToLife 

*******************************************************************

Strange Weather Patterns

Scientists give them names

Ominous Names

Foreign Names

that mean little

to plain speaking folk:

it’s still hot in the summer

and cold in the winter

even in New Orleans.

Who do we blame? A stranger initiates

an unexpected debate in the bagel shop.

He crosses space dug by digital divides

to challenge the certainty of our solution.

Time won’t cool the tempers just

increase the gap into indifference.

Perhaps we blame ourselves?

We fail to recognize humanity

across the distances that divide

within the differences that hide

the common rhythm of our pulse.

If two remained would we still seethe

or would we reveal a love hidden by

failed assumptions in this experiment?

I just turn down the noise

until I can hear the cricket rub

his legs together in my mud room.

I wonder if the Earth has

decided it is time for a change

never really considering

either side of the argument.

~ S. Francis

~ from SailorPoet 

*******************************************************************

 

~ Sarah from ArtExpedition

*******************************************************************

Expression Crossing Continents

BLOG

FACEBOOK

Topic by AlpeJohn 

Featured Image by AlpeJohn

Logo by AlpeJohn 

 

First Time

A sweet kiss, a roaming hand
the sun near setting on the grandstand
warm night under late summer stars
this season’s love ripening fast

Like color changing fruit, in spirit
she blushes, as the fall of her youth
approaches in the rise of her pulse
the flush of her skin, hips widening

His height inching upward to sky
cerulean mixed with sinking rose
the horizon of his youth shrinks,
in her eyes…the opening future

With phones off, curfew ignored
the only thing now is now
an embrace all-consuming
as today becomes tomorrow

a first time, a blissful last

but they don’t know that
as they enter
the past

~ E

11.25.16

********

Thank you to Rita for the topic request: “Coming of Age”  I have a few ideas for this topic but this was the first one that materialized.

There may be two more parts…stay tuned. 🙂

These Cold Rings

Two cold metal rings
sworn and worn
heat now gone
dissipated hearts
heat left, pulses part
time told tough tales
of a love that
wasn’t
ever truly there

imagined in vows
spoken in foiled faith
left the unforgiving altar
leaps of hope half-baked

promises of love forever
flew, like birds on the wind

gone

now days go by in motion
automatic institution
hello, goodbye, goodnight
a curt glance, a courtesy
so much for sex tonight

cold skin turns away
seeking sanctuary
elsewhere, alone

this cold love
these cold rings

to ice,

freeze

veins.

 

~ E

11.17.16

**********

Thank you to Brad for the topic request: “loveless marriage.”

 

Fairy ~ The Strix

Bewitched

She wasn’t born a faerie;
she earned her wings
her own way.

Her imagination started early
just out of night’s skies
when the sun rose
the glittered light shone

Her magic coaxed forth
wings tickled, prickled
out of her strong back
fluttered to life, a surprise

Forest creatures came to life
the mushrooms spoke to her
the elves and gnomes
hiding ‘neath them
welcomed her home
for a pint of mulled cider
to warm her bones

But her magic
was already there;
she could see the elves
dance with the gnomes
hear the mushrooms
before the wings grew

because she believed

her world was already
magic
faerie
storied

bewitched.

~ Emily

~ from PoetGirlEm

 *******************************************************************

Allow me to give you a glace of my native mythology…

Diwata. That is my mother tongue’s word for Fairy. Not unlike other lore, a diwata lives on deep and enchanted forests, away from the human civilization. We believe they are guardians of the forest and all the animals that live there.

In our mythology, a diwata is usually a shy entity. They avoid human contact, and can materialize or disappear at will. Or sometimes, they disguised themselves as birds, butterflies, or other animals.

A diwata is kind and helpful as well. There are stories of lost travelers, where in a diwata helped them get of out of the forest. And some, rescuing and protecting locals from a storm.

On the other hand, there are rumors of missing people as well–one of the speculations is that they were intentionally led astray by a playful diwata. And some scarier stories are being cursed by a diwata, mostly because they tried to harm the trees, or may be one of the beloved forest animals. Not that surprising really. They are the protectors after all.

But unlike the ones we see on movies, diwatas are not small creatures. On the contrary, they are of the same size as humans, with very human like features. Some believed they have very enchanting voices, that they use to lure humans that they fell in love with.

The most popular diwata probably is Maria Makiling. She’s supposed to live on Mount Makiling. The various peaks of the mountain are said to be the very image of her, lying on her side. Others diwatas are Maria Sinukuan and Maria Cacao, residing on Mt Arayat and Mt Lantoy, respectively. (You might be wondering why they have “Maria” in their names. In our dialect, maria means lady.)

~ AlpeJohn

~ from JUANDERING ARTIST

*******************************************************************

Fairy-Sarah.jpg
~ Sarah

~ from SECRETARTEXPEDITION

*******************************************************************

Fairies are known as mythological creatures, as old gods (Celtics), in some religions they are similar to angels and in the Netherlands, someone who is called a fairy is a kind loving person.
Did you know a Fairy is also a type of poetry?
It consists of eleven words, starting with one word building up to four and the last (eleventh) word should provide an answer for the poem overall.

You
And Me
Strangled tight forever
Overcoming all life challenges
Unity

~ Patty Wolters

~ from DREAMPACK 

*******************************************************************

pp-2
 Expression Crossing Continents

BLOG 

FACEBOOK 

Featured Image and logo by AlpeJohn 

On Poetry

A dance of words
a tug o’ war

It is the mind’s music
its glory
its grief
the stories
told internally externally

It is the voice of dreams
of desires
deaths and demons
the love making of psyches
across distances far

It shines light on pain
it turns off light on shame
reveals, steals our hearts
one in the same
we need it, we fear it

we keep some to ourselves

It is our secrets told
the plain, the bold
we pretend we can resist
ignore it, yet
it will persist

Until letters form passion
expression, forms lessons
marked in the ether
by quills of a feather

found in our souls
bound for eyes
forever

resounding

~ E

11.7.16

 

*********************************

With all that I’ve been dealing with lately, I have hardly been 100% at keeping up with my own writing, and so I’ve been behind on the latest open topic poem requests.  But, it will be good for me to work on these for many reasons. And so here is Peter’s request for the topic: “Poetry”.   Thank you, Peter!

Hope you like it.