Longing a Love Long Lost

Live with your whole being everyday of your life. Your reward will be true happiness. Rebecca Thomas Shane

Lightheaded and heavyhearted-

Like a sad dried up river in the desert.
Longing for the rains of your love not hate
That showers on the cracks of my mood
To leave me flowing in a blissful state.

Feeling faint from the thirst my heart has-
To be quenched by standing tall next to you,
So I don’t fall for you stall my weakness
And shine a light on the strength-
Hidden in the shadow of tomorrow
In who’s wake their sleeps no sorrow.

I am moments away from collapsing-
To the floor, for no longer are you here
To support me like strong Atlas holding
Upright the earth, from gravitating towards death.

Lightheaded and heavyhearted.
Feeling faint from the thirst my heart has,
I am moments away from collapsing-
To the floor for my will to stay alive
Has been torn to shreds by the claws
On the paws of your death.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

An Ode to My Muse

You are the only problem you will ever have and you are the only solution.

Bob Proctor

When my creativity wears a noose
Around his neck I pray to you, Oh Muse!
Who since ages long ago played your lyre
To inspire poets to write satire.

You who artists describe with much fondness,
And is known by many as a Goddess-
Blessed with an incomparable beauty
Though they saw you not in reality.

Oh Muse! Hear the sweet cries of a poet
Who in the night, and the day wants to flirt
With you for you shot him with an arrow
Laced with love that was released from your bow.

He finds himself wishing that one day you’ll-

Sing to him. Oh Muse! Of the mighty men
Who in their fathers den picked up a pen,
To write the poems you wish them create
Wielding the forces you give them to aid-
In composing what could never be said,
Only felt within them it made them glad.

Never saw you. You and I never spoke
But when the time came for me to invoke
Your talent, you walked straight into my heart
To help me in crafting beautiful art-
So I know you’ll always come when I call
Even if I’m trapped behind a stone wall.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

Love

When I dare to be powerful – to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.

Audre Lorde

Love is a newspaper publication
That informs the masses of her affection.
You see, she wrote me a most precious article
That said she'll love me, even were i to wrinkle.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

sonnet #3

Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.

Arthur Ashe
For forty years i felt the beating of my heart.
The rhythm of which i compared to a broken drum.
Till in my life you came and made it start to dart.
Like strings from a harp when the bard makes them thrum.

The music it makes, makes me want to sing.
Along to the song that you inspired with your love.
A song fit for the ears of many a queen 'nd king.
As well as the halls of GOD's in the sky above.

For forty years i felt the beating of my heart.
And i knew not whether it would be made to dance.
A merry jig the masses would consider Art.
Or one that would make many want to shift their glance.

For forty years i felt the beating of my heart.
Which before you came, was clearly being torn apart.

© 2020 The Poets Peace

Woke up fine


I awoke,
With eyes still closed
And felt, what wasn't supposed.

Skin
So smooth
It began to sooth
My melancholy mood
Before i began to brood.

It felt
So good
To feel
Your body
Laying next to mine
Inciting my mind
Recall a time
We drank
Way too much wine
And i started to dine 
On thoughts of how one
Can be so fine.



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© 2019 The Poets Peace

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Garden of Beauty


Walk with me, into the garden of beauty
And smell the sweet scent of flowers in the air
When the way roses sway take thy breath away
And leaves the mouths of many men ajar.

With daisies, basking in the warmth of the sun
Making light of thy intent to sit in shade
And in thy mind; image thyself having fun
That was in the midst of the heavens forbade.

Tread carefully among these thorny weeds
That with their stink, surely make thy eyes weep
So that thine tears, bring hope to the growing seeds
Of misdeeds that thy mind was tasked to safe keep.

     As thou was once thyself a seed that did grow,
    So too, will thee reap the fruits of what you sow.

He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but rejoices for those which he has.

Epictetus

A Dream of Spring

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Shall i, compare thee to a dream of Spring?
For when i entered a state of slumber
My melancholy mood, began blooming
Into a mood, that brought fourth its flower.
Thou art more sweeter than a buzzing bee.
A conquerer; more regal than a queen.
Pollinating my sadness into glee.
Turning the dry desert , of my heart green.
Of you, the very air must be jealous.
Scent from heaven; thou aroma will lure
Many men to come your way and make fuss.
In illness, hoping you will be their cure.
But alas; i awoke from my slumber
Feeling cold from the bold bitter winter.


When anger rises, think of consequences.

Confucius