ARTelevision

I appreciate the way you're able to describe the most intimate feelings in subtle, yet startling ways. There's something very universal about your love poems. I find myself coming back to these just to have the words echo in my mind.

Thanks.

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amonkie

Cleansing Rain


A hushed silence
Darkness falling early
Random drops hint
Light begins to dance
Cloud to cloud
Never stopping
Echos to a calling
Never quite reaching
A heightened climax
Whipping wind whistles
Sends forth the rain
Clearing away grime
Steps taken away
Lighter, refreshed
Dancing in the rain

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

tecoyah

Beautiful....quite refreshing...literally

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amonkie

This one is nowhere near done, just had the words floating around in my head and I wanted to jot them so I wouldn't forget and lose them...



Lune Mist

Under moon, new light to take
same essence, different face
some wishes of decision, to unmake
looking around the barren space

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Dream In My Mind


In the dream of my mind
all my many flaws melt away
scars from living, on my skin
No longer visible to tell of survival
Surface beauty

A walk across the world
Radiating grace and poise
Holes,cracks on the path
No longer cause me to stumble
To music, a tango on stilettos
Moving beauty

This beauty, a stranger
To those in my dream
A facade masking all knowns
For ages along the way
The mirage sparkled
Drew me forward, ever reaching
Tantalizing beauty

Where once shadows teased
Now only admonition, a sigh
What it cost to chase
A forever empty dream
Deceptive beauty

An appeal echoes silently
Trapped by imposed pretension
This dream didn't end
At the infamous pot of gold
But the crumbs, eaten up
leave no where else to go
Hidden inner beauty

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

World on His Shoulders


Once a dream to enjoy the promise American offered
Take all the sorrows of today and vanish them away
Oaths spoken, a breath, reality rains, crashing down
The organized living replaced by essential survival
People suffering don't often agree to disagree
"I'd do it better", they all say, looking around
Do they ever realize we are all only human?

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

In the Midst of Life


All the endless possibilities a second offers
Each moving forward regardless of the outcome
Any attempt to rein in Time met with futility

So many demands made simultaneously
How to choose the best beckon
All I desire is to be whole at the end

A body able to move of its own accord
A mind not dulled from unuse
A spirit not quenched by trials of life
Memories of small things to bring a smile

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

J.R.V.A.

Very good writing, I enjoy reading your stuff. I really like this line...Memories of small things to bring a smile
Thanks fore sharing your stuff

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

amonkie

This corner of life
I pretend
my popsicle stick fence
withstands more than
a mere exhaled breath
Not quite sure
exactly what led me here
footsteps to trace
did I really come this way?
Who's to say
I haven't just been in circles
My tentative calling
echos upon the clouds
dangling hope of daybreak
A teasing glimmer shut away
I dig my toes into the sand
determined to last the wait
Knocked unawares
gasping for air among salty sea
A reminder to my toes
no matter how deep you dig
oceans always move the sand
from underneath to a swirl
a kiss of pearl foam
sliding away amused

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Flying above, life speeding by below
You glimpse a birds eye view
Serenity, calm, deceptive tranquility
And so you believe what's on the surface
The truth takes too much guilt to face
Reluctantly, on the ground again you find
Your new mask of Camels to distance
A grey wall of smoke to ward off talk
Drag after drag, do you kill yourself
A breath at a time, just one more
Harsh criticism of double standards
yet you can't point your livid finger
at yourself, a prime example
Finding laughter in cruelty
compassion a false emotion
playing across your face
until the lie breaks from
the depths of your eyes
and I walk away knowing
truth that should set you free
only strengthens the many
walls of your voluntary
inpenetrable prison

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Along the worn path of time
he walked, alone, yet again
A journey started unawares
must be completed to the end
Cursing the fates that dropped
his weary soul back into despair
Resigned eyes gazing around
through the hazy mist of memory
grey tones seen, cloaking once
which breathed vibrant hues
now drowning in shadow

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

SpikeQX99

I don't really know how to describe the last one, but it leaves me with an uneasy feeling.

Still good stuff though!! Keep it up!

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amonkie

None the Wiser

A world apart in dreams
All ailments fade away
The scraggly weak stand strong
Prison bars on voice
Suddenly lose their captive


When awake, conscious
Mind fiercely controlled
Fear, worry, politeness
succumb to open honesty
In my dream, I spill
All the words unsaid

On and on words fall
Only coming to a halt
When all breath is spent

Dawn peeks on the horizon
Prison bars resume their place
Yet another day begins to play
The world none the wiser

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

All the magic and glory of paradise
Hangs fragilely under night's shadows
Like moths drawn to a growing flame
Bright light drowning out all danger
The moon above dances in darkness
Grime and signs of turmoil masked
Oh so romantic waves crashing the shore
With stars twinkling just for the pair
Same sky and waves carry on the sunrise
Boats out for the days catch, to sell
Urban sprawl encroaching ever further
Timeless mountains slowly losing ground
All for selfish laziness on pristine beaches

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

K-Wise

Wow. I read every single one all the way through. I definitely have a lot to learn. I will say though that I got a little inspired with each one. Words started going off in my head. Certain lines definitely stuck out to me. Lots of them were closers. I don't think all of them were though. I guess I'll let you keep writing now. Great stuff.

Asta!!

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It ain't goodbye, it's see ya later! I'll miss you guys! - Asta!!

amonkie

The world is just sad today, you see
Is rain falling, sign of angels crying
Are things always really meant to be?
Hearts spent, not for lack of trying

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

welshbyte

Hi amonkie, i read your poems after you posted about mine. They're very good, i enjoyed them especially the one ending about an envelope of silence...

Also had a feeling my own poems were way too short but yours range from a few lines to a lot and they're still good. Thanks for making me feel better about that

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amonkie

Wrapped around my mind
flimsy paper lanterns shine
Dangling carefree down
from thin tattered twine
lively color patterns dance
A finger twirls edges round
bouncing light, shadows lost
paths never traveled twice
Every angle, a different view
best seen filtered through
Direct gaze and expose
colors run to blend a grey

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

I see the wall you face
I see the holds I tried
the places I slipped
fell and cried, a piece
of me dies every trip
up that tower wall
I hear the laughs
know it's good
and no matter
it matters not me
one foot in the door
stuck, now climb
but hanging upside
my heart going down
through my mind
all i want is this
to be a one
can't be won
if I won't say
I'm missing
I'll still not be
there inside.

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Somber sunset falls
muted hues stand guard
windblown branches tilting
sunscorched leaves tumble
dusty barren floor crunches

- An AZ fall

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

All of life full, a dream
Vibrant cloak of humanity
Satisfied not to merely breathe
Mocked as poor, hidden kings
By glorious fools, oblivious
Dwindling grains of sand
Teasing from death grips
Tinsel covered treasures

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Changed

The music's changed
Lead to follow melting
In fading swirls of dreams
Always a step behind, falling
Empty ghosts of memories
Appear in dancing beams
Satin filtered, diamond touched
A rhythm heard, internal secret
Composed of poised grace, waiting
For the dance unknowingly passed
beyond the expansive grasp of Time

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Warriour cries of victory
Transform to breathing softly
Of hushed scribed melodies
As forever, so powerful alone

Formidable wall of strength
Yet allways still penetrable
Tears fall of a broken heart
To love betrayed, that left

Camaraderie a constant companion
Though alone at night, of meeting
Melancholy silence in depth unseen
Patiently waiting amid consuming shadows

Enclosed, surmised to protect
Bravery found to risk a breath without
A moment of freedom, vulnerable
Fresh air to invigorate the dishearted


~ No title has spoken to me yet, so this one goes unnamed ~

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

vonstalhein

All good. The one about paper laterns was particularly gratifying.

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amonkie

Glad you like it, it's one of my recent favorites too

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

In circles I drift along,
fingertips teasing water's edge
a gentle rock sets in motion
soft ripples of water music
A smile sneaking past my lips
no sufficient explanation
of how I found the eye
in the midst of a raging storm
but content to be here
under rain trickling down

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

~ Dedicated to Fhqwhgads and all others serving in the public and military services ~

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Broken Dreams

You made my eyes sparkle and dance
Once upon a time, I thought
Enough stars to take a chance
A dream or for real,I couldn't say
But maybe it doesn't matter, if
at least the memory stays
For the broken dreams that fall
the journey still remains
Perhaps, this is best of all

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

A Stranger


I shook hands with a shadow
The familiar face belonged to a stranger
No twinkling eyes sharing a secret
Lips once always smiling instead
Pulled down, a permanent frown
That once dreamy, melodic voice
Now raspy, a record gone old, scratched
A strong presence robbed of spirit and left
Loneliness remains and the wait begins

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

I Remember

Trembling, my heart thuds in my ears
Descending darkness sets shadows dancing
I gasp for oxygen, deep breaths leaking air
Chilled air meets warm skin, my clothes melt away
Goosebumps rise on my flesh, sensitive to every touch
Your fingers wander, gently teasing, tracing lines
Tension and relaxation as you make your way
The soft caress of kisses shower my neck
Fireworks suddenly explode at a nibble of my ear
I can't hold back the soft moan that escapes
Not wanting to be strong anymore, I succumb
Broken moonlight shines on glistening skin
As the night fades away, I later wake
swatting away slobbery kisses and furry paws
Shake my head at the wet nose in my face
Another lonely night has passed.

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

An old friend, waiting
lovingly aged pedals poise
Ebony and ivory, 88 in all
With the first touch, it melts
mind taken over by music
of the heart, it resonates
unwilling to make it end
so each note begins again

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

My Shadow

When you see my shadow on a wall
a billboard shouts "I'm Here"
You come to me thinking
I see writing on the wall
my door appears to you always open
a box of tissues in my hand
and some chocolate even closer
the cure I make for you repeatedly
just drains me completely dry

When the monsters storm at night
everyone has a child inside
who needs a safe haven to hide
Guarded by flashlights
measured by occasional runs for food
someone who says when morning breaks
it was only shadows all along

When the rain starts falling
what seemed like savored independence
leaves you the stranger by the fountain
so wet jumping in wouldn't make a difference,
thinking all the wishes from pennies
brightly blinking and dancing underwater
wouldn't even begin to fix your broken world

When you think you've reached the bottom
not only does your rescue ladder fall
but the light disappears from view
Without something to surely guide you
How do you tell which way is even up?

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

The writing challengers are still going strong, wanted to lump all mine together so I could find them easily....
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Always in your field of vision
A safe haven on a rainy day
But life sneaks up past
turning your eyes away
Seasons later you stumble
And find your seat already taken
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years splitting strings
rusted ships made doomed
something grand, thrown
a mess of hearts tinkering
in the middle of nowhere
old mistakes a memory
improving the original
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Charred timber crumbles in my hands
My way here now drowned in murky darkness
Smudges of charcoal begin to disappear
Their initial resistance quickly yielding
Much like those quickly dying flames
Anger controlling in haste
But the bridge, I've already burned
And left myself on this side alone
to wish my way safely back.

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It was only supposed to be a dream. There's no way those vibrant clouds could ever be seen in real life. The water that looked as if God's palette of color had gotten muddled from the tears of weeping angels felt squishy solid underfoot, so that it was natural to follow the rising steps. In the eerie silent wind, the only voices were those instead my head. Apparently, I had a choice to make, and I could only choose once. The half submerged aged bottle containing rolled parchment. Supposedly on that parchment were all the answers to questions I'd never been able to find answers to. Only problem was, once you reached the steps the first time, if you left, the water owned you. So while I would have all the answers, I'd be essentially frozen forever with that knowledge. My other choice was to take hold of that door, the dark cherry wood and that gold embossed handle. A peek through the door just showed more endless water, but supposedly once you actually stepped through that door, you were free. Free from what, the voice didn't say. I'm not quite sure what I believe. I mean, my eyes work fine, I don't see any magical could dancing on the other side of the door to convince me of this speculated power. And it's always nice to have the answers. But what good are answers if you can't do anything about what you know? And something tells me that like the squishy water, this place isn't all that meets the eye. And something's caught my eye, just on the other side of the door. I can't pick out what it is without stepping entirely through the door. A hand on the knob, and an outstretched hand reaching towards the bottle. I should have known there'd be no way to reach both at the same time. *Sigh* If I don't choose, I can just open my eyes, and the dream's all over. But my eyes are open. Odd. Don't even know exactly how I got here anyhow. But that little light is shining brighter now.... I wonder what I'm supposed to be "free" from. Only one way to find out - so in I go. and I fall.....


It was a dream. That endless cacophony of unspecified songs couldn't exist in real life. But that small puddle on the floor, just by the edge of the bed. The light catching that water makes it seem pink and green and blue, all together. No, it can't be.

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

I decide to capture the world of my eye
Set up my supplies, poised brush ready
As the strokes go, the world I see
doesn't seem to be what I paint
Instead I see a blue wave of halls
Memories sparked unconsciously
Again I begin, this time determined
Yet again, the end does not match outside
Every time, the scenery doesn't change
But the eye of the brush sweeps along
a different picture in mind

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

In all the fuss in working to live
Some forget it's no less time of life
The frozen frame of pause disabled
Even fast foward seems too slow
attempts to balance stifled creativity
lets random images melt haziness
Enough time for a mirage in memory
yet no freedom to concretely explore
The chance of living to live

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Back in childhood it was a game
to count the piggies on the toes
and when the floor was clean
a muddy trail of footprints
blazed a new path inside

Young hormones raging
every comment, when voiced
shoves a wide foot inside
the ever shrinking mouth
Charging on ahead
until brought to your knees

And at the end of day
A mind weary from life
takes comfort in knowing
step after step they'll make
leading the way to home.
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A mesmerizing sight to my eyes
so powerful the changes sneak in
the wind that ceased to caress
the void of sounds signaling life
the rich smell of earth evaporates
the bitter taste of dust disappears

The nothingness surrounds a glory
shining rays of amber gold and red
sprinkles of dancing light lead the eyes
all the more marvelous from no distraction

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

tecoyah

I am ever amazed at the way you make music of language. Few people are allowed such a Muse dear Monkie....be happy with your gift.

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amonkie

Along a Lonely Road

Sometimes on a lonely road we're set
Glancing side to side, no companion this time
Blank emptiness behind, vague gray stretches ahead
No choice but to begin, stepping solitarily down

Once on this lonely road, out of the woodwork comes
The makers of character which test inner strength
From the depths of despair to momentary bliss
All work deftly to write the story of the heart

Sometimes the sure step falters and slows
Suddenly not sure about wanting to know
Just exactly where this road finally goes
A plea for an end to appear, a release

A soft whisper floats in gently to remind
They once too walked this lonely road
Which helped find the way inside themselves
A journey once started, never truly stops

While still wary of what lines this road ahead
Disheartened spirit gently lifted by a vision
The walk along this lonely road only makes
Fulfillment at the end of the journey sweeter

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Thanks Tecoyah - It's so easy to be inspired when surrounded by other great writers, yourself included

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

Amnesia620

WOW! Your work is so impressive. Another thread I often enjoy reading.

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