tecoyah

Yes.......you will see the smile

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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha

amonkie

Everyone must learn to feel emotion and cry
but I did not wish you to learn tears this way
A breakthrough for you at such a heavy cost
How to tell you what this means and why?
So instead a loving kiss I reach out to give
my own tears set free when you grab hold
your pain felt in your fingers as you squeeze
your warm wetness on my hands as you cry
To hold you causes just as much pain inside
Your mommies love you dear and so we stay
holding our hope for you so love blinds pain

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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

minutes lost
from my hand
out of reach
on the ground
the past lies
far from here
places hidden
with no door
windowless
an empty space
is what remains
of this memory
bottomless
not even falling
suspended in air
untouchable now
history etched
words only left
hidden in mire
dim even shined
hopeless

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moonlight bliss drenches the shadow
colors pulled out from hiding in night
lustre and sheen lost in hues of grey
starlight clothes mystery in half-light
a game upon these trusted senses played
the past no longer what was seen to be
creatures new take alive in these forms
a different eye now required to see


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hands run over this ball of glass
surface unbroken by chips or cracks
shifting rainbows dance out of reach
as slight imperfections catch the light
smooth curves unending tease the reach
forever forward this touch will go
these glass walls trap a soul inside
eternity without a hint of freedom

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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

secrets hidden within the wind
unblind eyes now used to see
directions shift so lifted breeze
crumbles this my house of disbelief
the journey to find my mind begun
unknown lies how this will end

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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 single word tries to say
exactly what you mean to me
all mixed up in times we share
paths crossed at first unknown
this soul which is part my own
a claim upon which I hold true
to know that love causes pain
and still smile at your embrace
miles melt away in this world
this space we share and breathe
Here because we each freely came
and each also free to some day part
for now I let a small smile free
the one you know you love to see
you are well alive within my heart
a string to each in silence used
one day I will walk away on my own
yet this love of mine will never leave
so for now together we enjoy the ride
and learn where this road might lead

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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

Your poem that begins 'moonlight bliss drenches the shadow' is easily my favourite of the more recent ones. I can't comment on ALL of them, but the imagery in this is significantly more effective than 'unblind eyes now used to see
directions shift so lifted breeze'. One thing i've noticed is that sometimes your poems don't have a tangible message. I'm not suggesting you write narrative poems, just that sometimes they seem a little obscure and inaccessible because of the evidently very personal nature of them.

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amonkie

Thanks for pointing that out, vonstalhein - half the time they make no sense to me either, or seem to have no point other than words that just pop out of my head. This could be in part because writing is how I document my journey... and it is common for things not to be tangible.

Maybe something I need to do is focus on clarity in thought ... and see what comes out on paper.

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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

Only if you want to write for other people. I would encourage you to though, as i think it'd be good for you, and probably good for us too!

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amonkie

The sound of hello and goodbye
Your voice will fade from my ears
The pressure of your arms around me
Your touch melted away from my skin
In their place the memories remain
heartbeats fill my head

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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

this one's a little special... although quite a bit of work



Poisoned tips leave trails of innocent blood
Shards broken lend a blind sudden stumble
Merciless trample in the rise to recover
A past that carries scars of buried thorns
Serenity left to hide these mending hearts

Melancholy tears fall on fertile ground
Weeping of sadness engulfed in warmth
Wetness trickling as slow buds bloom
unfurling as caressed one by one
To all left still with ears to hear
Soothing softly with intoxicating peace
Sweet radiance calls out its siren's song


Painful embrace by this new breath of life
Neither timebound or diminished in space
Edges traced melt away blurring as shadows
while diluted in hanging mists of quiet unknown
hidden dreams whisper to take firm hold

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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

This is my favorite so far.....seems inspired, and "Real".....

Thank you amonkie....its beautiful

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amonkie

I'm a big girl, mommy, I say
I want to do it all by myself
the shoes are on my feet
To me all my colors match

I need the light on, mommy
if you are going to go away
I wish you would lie with me
there's monsters under my bed

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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

hungry flames lick to fuel banked thirst
smoky breath of nature freed
grey tendrils tease phantom shadows
as slowly the haze fades away
so does the love fill instead
harmony once again restored

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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

cupping in wonder despite the pain
scars left in tender flesh naive
distress
decieving delicacy leaves buried
enduring strength undiscovered
despair
only a single moment captured
while yet ages fill the spheres
enlightenment
in the moment of discovery
It was there all along

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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

As engines roar freedom comes
thirsty for speed
impatient for the climb to end
ground left behind
milky white seduces the eyes
break the spell
heaven consumes the clouds
hit the glass
reaching out to meet the sky

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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

old man sitting on the corner
a worn cap in his fragile hands
sure this was the place she said
that bench at half past two
clock to chime the hours passed
and still he sat to wait
she'd have a flower in her hair
if she remembered again today
at dusk he finally went inside
stopped a nurse down the hall
"have you seen my wife" he said

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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

This was amazing.....emotions in me felt it clearly
I do so love the way you write.....among other things

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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha

amonkie

glad it speaks... sometimes words are not enough

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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 second glance at the clock
Just another few pages today
promised to help stuff get done
600 pages ago it was dishes
the enemy had just been revealed
200 pages later trash by my feet
imminent disaster proclaimed
still 300 pages left to discover
the book got plucked from my hand

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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

some say raindrops falling are tears
slipping through fingers of angels
do they fall on the world below
to give hope through sweet renewal
or show sad despair for what we are

trapped in a web of our own making
refusal to shake the foundations free
minds lost within this corrupted maze
follow blindly with hands along the wall
no thought to reach for light within

does heaven up there really exist
the final thought on the mind
as our eyes close one last time
the answer lies among those gone
all will know the answer some day
for now I make my heaven on earth

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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

like the little bird flown down
perched on a gentle hand upturned
anxious as it learns to steady
taking a closer look around
the creature Man before it


sensing freedom I stay awhile
but promise
not to leave without a kiss goodbye

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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.

I really really like this...Thank you for shring a part of yourself

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

amonkie

Sally stepped off the treadmill delicately, hanging onto the handlebar for support. She winced as she put first one foot, then the other back on the ground. Two steps, and she could sit down to survey the damage. Biting her lip in pain, she hobbled over in her 3" heels and sat down in relief. She grabbed the heel and slowly slid the shoe off her foot. Beautiful!

Three delicious blisters had formed on her left foot. Starting with her heel, she traced the raised puffy skin,chuckling gleefully while pressing somewhat firmly to watch the fluid in the blister move. She measured the blister and wrote it down in her journal - It'd grown 2mm today!

Moving her hands over the swollen red feet, she said to herself "I have the prettiest feet of anyone!" Her glance at the calendar told her it was Tuesday, which meant it was time to pop the blister on her big toe. Grabbing the needle she'd laid by the chair, she brought her foot near, breathing in the pungent aroma of sweaty feet and sighing in pleasure. Slowly she brought the needle closer, watching in anticipation of the Pop! that was soon to come. When the needle was just touching, she jabbed once quickly and shook her foot as the fluid began to drain. The liquid ran over her hand, and she waited for it to dry before setting her foot down.

Soon the other shoe was off, and as she ran her hands over the cracked, callous skin, the hanging edges of skin sent sensual shivers up her spine as her fingers passed over. If 20 minutes on the treadmill for four days could give her these kinds of results, tomorrow she was going to stay on for 30 minutes - Her pinkie blister was starting to reach record size, and she couldn't wait to see it as big as her thumb.
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Hannah was glad the week was over - while performing was always enjoyable once she was on stage, the recovery time afterwards seemed more draining as the months passed. The house had been only half full last night, and she remembered the way her voice had echoed softly against the polished wood, surrounding the audience in music. At least some people still knew how to appreciate the simple, etheric melodies a voice and a piano could create.

With limited time before her flight left, she had bypassed changing after the concert, instead going directly to the airport.

An uneventful flight as always, she became slightly impatient as the carousel began to disperse the baggage off the plane, and there was still no sign of her box. Joey traveled with her everywhere, ever since his own musical career had been cut short by a freak accident. When she sang at Carnegie, the vase on the piano had held his ashes, and the she remembered the way she could have sworn that he was adding his own touches to the piano accompaniment, even then. He was never one to let an artistic muse go unteased.

Taking a sigh of relief, she finally saw the package approach, simple brown paper giving no clue to the contents inside. Hugging the box tightly, she smoothed the evening gown she still wore and stepped outside to flag a taxi.

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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 a special teacher of mine


Just as if it were yesterday
This clear memory often replays
You sat backwards in the chair
Letters on the paper in your hand

It was a little scary at first
Learning to read between the lines
The world lost its black and white
Exploring now depths within grey

Amazed at how the words came alive
A thousand hidden treasures found
Even more discoveries lay in store
As I started writing worlds of my own

Sharing the answers not found in books
Some mysteries still remain unsolved
Do not be deceived by a destination
The key lies in the journey itself

You gave me courage to find a dream
Nurtured as wings grew to set it free
Flying now amidst the clouds I hope
Someday I'll live up to what you see in me

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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

caught in this underwater dance
hungry kelp latching to your limbs
breathing in this liquid unnatural
as murmurs echo along a wave
tendril streams of light cast down
finally free to chase the beam
and just when you catch a breath
the surf pounds down 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

Sweetpea

amonkie, thank you for sharing... i adore your writing, it's heartfelt and etheral, i love it... please... keep sharing

Sweetpea

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amonkie

when these tears fall down
and blind what I can see
is something really wrong
or is it all just me

to make sense of all that is
and seperate the dreams
it is always a certainty
a heart will burst its seams

only time will make repairs
and if the dreams can last
the skies will shine again
when the pain 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

tecoyah

THAT....was excellent

I do so love reading you....

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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha

amonkie

big blue eyes stare back
a book and toys in hand
will my boy remember me
while I'm gone I wonder
who will teach him all
the training wheels of life


it hurts to tell you goodbye
so instead I'll choose to say
honey, so long for a while
and in her head she thinks
awhile may be forever
can she ever wait that long

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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

sometimes dreams are blind
and I wonder why I try
if it takes away the sun
when the pieces disappear

this is just the only way I know
how I want to share my way
myself is all I have to give
and still its not enough

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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

around the edges cobwebs gather
hidden history this space became
each item retired when replaced
the textured silkyness of maple
lost the battle to particle board

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This I pray
Fall stands to fight
frost puts forth its cold
it shall succumb
glory of color to hold my vision
too soon will it pass

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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

fair is not found in the dictionary of life
reality bites and leaves its tainted mark
we came so with empty hands we leave
this shell crumbles to meet the dust
human mistake wiped away by time
words are all that are left

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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

you light up my life
for 5 minutes at a time
the copper lit afire
as it scorches the sky
only once in a while

blackness far from empty
full of treasures unknown
yet a special smile becomes
when above me it appears
beauty for these eyes alone

every twinkle with purpose
steadfast to guide the ages
rebirth as galaxies collide
Sparkles upon a dream awaits
balance to match the light

No less of beauty it remains
some stars still left unnamed
but in minds lay this place
beyond the reach of sight
here my heart will wait

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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

dry runs the well of words
empty space grows in greed
to devour the last few drops
should I fill a page with lies
just to see blackness here


Backspace is my friend these days
some words are never cheap
forgot to fill my wallet
my mind's been somewhere else


this deck of cards we try to play
can't guarantee the Ace of Spades
in case the dealer scared you off
you never know if the hand you hold
contains the wild card for today

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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

Proving here ....a Muse is there

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Dragonknight

Beautiful, simply beautiful. I particularly love your first one Sweet Dreams. My father used to say that to me, he passed a year back now. That helped bring back some forgotten memories of those times he said it to me while tucking me in. Thank you.

I also love the poems you have about military personnel. They bring back memories of passed deployments, and late night I had. Yours is a beautiful mind. Again, I thank you for opening up my mind with your words.

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amonkie

Dragonknight ... thank you for your kind words. It makes me smile to see that others can take something from my view of the world.

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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

windkissed plains of honey gold
fine hairs to cover this tender skin
temporary defeat given to charred ebony
now around edges threads begin to unravel

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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

this gulf of a canyon below
time works its artful magic
the world over comes to marvel
do these walls see their own beauty?

changes so subtly continous
hard to say when they began
maybe these words of praise
hold some notes of truth
here my mind is free

Trials never cease their pain
so as thus always a work incomplete
learn to see the growing beauty
within the strokes undefined

harshest critic always holds the brush
release control to the heart behind
for where the passion leads
there your beauty blooms

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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.

I really enjoy reading your stuff...Thanks

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