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Summertime!Oh joy, oh bliss, old man Winter is gone,
and the Spring has passed like a storm.
Summer's now here 'tis my season of fun,
for this I have lived and was born.
We'll laugh and play, watch our cares fade away,
and at night we'll sleep out of doors.
My animal friends will come here to stay,
we'll chase shadows out on the moor.
When Summer is gone the memories sway,
and help me get through the next Fall.
When Winter comes around I won't dismay,
next Summer I'll again have a ball!
Sadness is... the pain in my head
the sleepless nights
the boss on my case
the loss of my home
the tears of a child
the war in my town
the hatred of some
the world's apathy
the poor who have none
the rich with too much
the scars of the heart
the lies being spread
the car that went left
the train that derailed
the plane that went down
the death of a friend
when it's all said and done
and I'm left all alone
will you be the one or...
will I have none
Look...and see!the sun setting in the west
a rainbow after a storm
the forest at dawn
the starry heavens
your child's eyes
daddy's blue sweater
momma's warm smile
the pink of the flamingo
the mane of the lion
the neck of the giraffe
the geese in flight
the words of a psalmist
the wisdom of the king
the beauty of a prayer
the sermon on the mount
"With eyes opened wide we can see so much,
but will we ever learn?
There's more to sight than what we can touch;
the Spirit - who can discern?"
The Price of RoyaltyThe little girl dreamed that perhaps one day
she'd be a princess and meet her Prince Charming.
But the truth in becoming a part of the fray,
is that governance can be quite disarming.
There are tasks to perform and duties that call
and sleepless nights are quite often the norm.
Yet to be by his side is to her worth it all,
together they would weather every storm.
But when bad targets good, the mighty may fall,
her burden then becomes too much to bear!
How could anyone presume to have the gall
to take away Prince Charming; was it fair?
Listen...and hear! the rain on the rooftop
the rustle of the leaves
the roar of the sea
the crackle of thunder
a baby's lament
a snoring grandpa
a child at play
a lover's even breaths
the purr of the kitten
the laugh of the hyena
the buzz of the bee
the song of the toad
the words of the Master
the hymn of redemption
the music of hope
the dirge of a death
"With our ears we hear the whole world,
the wonders of God's creation.
Yet with our minds and our hearts unfurled,
will we accept his salvation?"
Cry of the Banshee
I heard a wailing so soft and low,
through the trees I spied an eerie glow.
As the night wore on 'twas louder yet,
I laid there silent, did moan and fret.
To what did the lonesome cry portend?
I shivered to think 'twas near the end.
Could the reaper of darkness be nigh?
My answer soon came from up on high.
"The men who dress in those long white robes,
who spread their lies all across this globe.
See there! Many who are dressed in red!
Their godless decrees fill men with dread.
But the one who holds that staff so tight,
the one who's conquered with all his might,
was he that someone for whom she wailed,
or will they all be unmasked, unveiled?"
The sound did fade as the dawn did break,
I turned on the news, barely awake.
Lo and behold! The whore had fallen.
The faces of many had now grown sullen.
Never again will her voice ever rise.
Never again will she give out advice.
Never again will she preach for a price.
Tree of Life (Adam's lament)I gazed through the mist of this garden so fair,
and there stood a tree so stately and rare.
I stood there in awe as the birds gathered 'round,
For a moment 'twas silent; no, nary a sound.
I peered closer yet, I could see there were two,
two trees did reach for the sky ever blue.
As I pondered about the second one there,
a temptress appeared, she proffered a dare!
Now as I gaze at my garden so fair,
the cruel flaming sword doth keep me from there.
I wish, how I wish, for a glimpse of that tree,
the tree of life that was meant just for me!
GENESIS 2:9; 3:6,7,24
Milky WayAs I lay on the ground and look up at the stars,
crickets are chirping their songs from afar.
From my home on the hill the view is sublime,
such heavenly scenes inspire many a rhyme.
As I gaze I soon wonder what life's all about,
hatred and wars sometimes cause me to doubt.
Yet surely this cosmic dance high 'bove my head,
was created by Someone whose heart for me bled.
This I am sure of and yes, this I believe,
that the "Someone" who made us wants us to be free.
Free from the pain and the sorrow and guilt,
free to seek peace on this planet He's built.
For now such things, too wonderful for me,
has made my head sleepy, it's time for my tea.
Time to get moving as the dawn has approached,
I'll ponder yet later this quandary I've broached.
Just Because...June was the month I first met my love,
Upon first sight, a gift from above!
Soft was her voice like that of a dove,
Twas God on our hearts a tapestry wove.
Before a year passed our lives were one,
Ever so many nights we had fun!
Children were planned, before it was done,
Angels were born, two girls and a son.
Ups and downs and soon they were gone,
So here we are, our work is now done;
End of a chapter, and yet we sail on!
Deep in the stillness,
I wander but a ghost thru mists of shadow & sanguine ..
And the trees bathe in the mystique of Night’s serenade
Covet thee my love immortal,
for we are hunters of a dream untamed;
poetry bleeding into the abyss ...
Candle whispers drink a sky of wine, unto where I sojourn —
in the caress of your lips, and ache of darkest Moon
— Arthur Crow © 2013
PleaseI want you to love me
A little like I love you.
Like lovers kissing
For the first time that
It sets the world on fire.
And I plan to burn down
With it because I keep failing
To realize that I'm more than
Just a body for you to touch,
A body for you to hold.
You arms around my ribs
Makes me feel so fragile,
But so safe that I could not
Possibly break while you
And I can feel you hand slipping
From mine even though I beg
You to stay because I hate
The word goodbye and how
You look as you walk away.
I want you to remember me
When you arrive.
And I want you to remember me
When you leave me behind.
Am IAm I invisible?
Because you ignore me,
Am I that shadow on the ground?
Because you're walking over me.
Am I camouflaged?
Because you deliberately turn your back on me,
Am I alive?
Because you act as though I don't exist.
Am I dead?
Because you look at me as though I'm a spirit,
Am I just a colour?
Because you judge me as though I am.
Am I unwanted?
Because you make me feel that way.
Am I just a fish in the sea?
Because you caught me, but then you let go.
The colour of my skin doesn't defy the person inside,
Whether I'm Brown, Black, Yellow or White;
The words you use to hurt me,
Cannot take away my pride.
My Scars Prove You Wrong (original song)Scars on the surface, on my skin
Look at the wounds to know, where i've been
Throwing me against, my own walls
But I've learned to fly, when i fall
And I know my scars are only on the surface
And I know that I, I, I am not worthless
No matter how they break me, i'm unbreakable
No matter how they hurt me, i'm invincible
You know a heart
Keeps on bleeding
When it breaks it goes on beating
I, I'll keep on keeping on
'Cause my scars prove you, wrong.
Mama's EyesShe said to her daughter,
And her little girl
No longer little
Looked up in her mama's eyes,
And Mama thought nothing of it,
Till her little girl
No longer little
Never looked up in her mama's eyes
No DifferentWhy do you stare at me with those eyes again?
As if I had a contagious disease
You back away as I come near you,
And refuse to shake my offered hand.
What do you see in me when you stare like that?
You look at me as if I was dying,
As if I was beyond your help,
So you might as well not bother trying.
Don't think I am as good as dead!
Rather, picture me like a bird
That tried to touch the clouds, but failed,
And broke its wings as it came back home.
Think of me as a deer, full of life,
That used to roam the woods and chase its friends,
But broke its legs jumping through the trees.
Now I am bound to the help of others.
I may not be able to walk, or jump,
Or run with you, as you live your life.
But my heart beats just like yours does,
And my lungs breathe just as yours do.
I may be bound to a chair on wheels,
But my eyes see just as well as yours,
My ears hear exactly what yours hear,
And my brain works just fine, I am not stupid!
Look at me, not past me like all the others do.
I have ear
Upon A kiss of Wild ThingsLike the frosts spread across valleys silent and dreary
Ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years.. the tides became deserts
Thru seasons untamed, I hunted and found her gaze,
peering in a song deep and hallowed
Horizons quivered like ghosts cast in Winter’s dream
— where hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my dread:
I am but madness, haunted by her solemn breath
My soul shall yield to this mythic abyss —
wandering forests bereft of Autumn’s decree
We are warriors in a ballet of snow darkly falling;
betwixt worlds forgotten, and lives entombed ...
‘Whispers in the mist — two spirits — forever calling
— Arthur Crow © 2013
Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer
For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of amaranthine spill from mine eyes
Her ebon hair dripping in the evening tide
I rest my lips upon visage of thy fabled kiss
Thou art my darkest Witch — the wilderness
of a thousand spectre’s lusting ...
And unto this primeval calling, we shall seed
Poised in hallowed nightscapes caressing,
I brood and ponder ....
Happiness is... the sun in the sky
the clouds puffy white
the wind in my hair
the scent of a rose
the moon up above
the stars all around
the sound of the ocean
the salt on my tongue
the top of the peak
the green on the slope
the soft grass beneath
the smell of the pines
the house on the hill
the glow of the fire
the bread in the oven
my soft feather pillow
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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