MY LOVE

what a thrill...
with silence and darkness through the night.....
what a thrill....
i'm searching and i'll melt into you....
fear in my heart...
but you are so supreme!
i'd give my life...not for honour but for you,
in my dream they'll be no one else,
someday you'll go through the rain,
for the day we seek new light,
i would give my life not honour but for you,
i'm still in a dream...my love.
my love.......

neat poem

revolver ocelot, that is a very nice poem. What inspired you?
I wrote this one about 2 wks ago.

"Temple in the Sand"

I dreamed beneath the ancient sky
Shimmering stars... a comet fly
Past the moon's craggy face
Opiate clouds, ephemeral as wraiths
On sand as soft as silk I lay
Warmed by the desert sun by day

Dreams of temples, columns and halls
Scorched by the sun... their crumbling walls
Illuminated by the desert moon
Paintings of long forgotten runes
Distant echoes and shadows creep
In my dreams as I sleep

Shadows like ghosts fill these rooms
Rising like spirits from their tombs
Funeral linens and statues of gold
Jars of alabaster, smooth and cold
Once graced these halls in ages past
Now, candles and lamps no longer cast
Their soft light on these crumbling halls
And faded paintings upon the walls

Only ghosts live in this space
Silent and mute, chained in this place
Never hearing, never seeing
Floating, drifting, bodliess beings
Pale pallor and strange dress
Hollow eyes and braided tress

Priestly spirits perform ancient rites
Praying to strange gods in the waning moon light
I stand there invisible to their eyes
Watching their prayers soar into the sky
To unhearing gods who long ago died
The wraiths, like smoke, fade from my sight
As they pray for eternity in the desert night

metal gear three inspired me,when i was having tea and scones with Volgin(i wasn't really)

Very Nice AncientMyste!

God within my Garden
By: Rachael

God was in my garden today, with a warm and loving smile
He touched the hearts of all the plants, and then he stayed a while.
He sat upon a chopped down log as I passed him a cup of tea,
He wiped away a sudden tear, then looked sorrowfully at me.

I asked him what the problem was, he bit his lip as first.
Then thinking carefully of what he'd say, he gave me quite a thirst.
A thirst for the knowledge he contained, sent shivers down my spine.
As I tried to contain my curiosity, He exclaimed, "there's not much time!"

"Much time for what?", I then withdrew, as I knew just what he meant.
He looked at me so knowingly, while upon his staff he leant.
"You knew it was your call since birth, to change this planet Earth.
You'll bring change to all upon it, you'll prepare them for rebirth.

It's time to take the drivers seat, to steer them on their course.
To spiritual enlightenment, the return to the Original Source"
"But Lord, I said, am I all alone, on this journey I must take?
In this saving of a billion souls, I fear the mistakes I could make."

"My dear child, you are but one, who has volunteered to go.
You see I have an army out there, all ready my seeds they sow.
You've prepared for this over many lives, now, you will know the way.
And all who seek 'the path of light', by your side they'll know to stay.

From this garden you must now walk forth, for now you must plant my word.
Upon the minds of all who'll listen, the truth will now be heard.
Within your heart you carry the key, that unlocks the door to the cage.
Which holds the souls of all who fear, Who, believe they've lost their way.

You must steer them back to the 'Path of Light', from whence we all began.
You'll all unite, and be at one, The Spiritual Brotherhood of Man".
My feet yearn for earth beneath their soles, yet, my Spirit aches to fly free.
The fight for life in my every breath, But still, it is the visions that I believe.

The wisdom they bring, beckons me out, from the garden that I stay within.
To bring to man the joy of growth, to show them we're all kin.
I've seen we need a larger number, of spiritually enlightened souls
To cross the multicoloured spheres, into higher spiritual realms.

So in the name of God I'll call upon, all whom wish to come,
To the 'Party of Enlightenment' where everyone is done.
With the trappings of the physical world, which we're leaving all behind.
In search of a higher truth, which I personally want to find.

"Well, I've prepared you now, it's time you left, I'll see you on your way.
I'll maintain your garden here and in your heart I'll stay.
So listen to me within your heart, I'll steer you on your course.
Bringing your garden into the outer world, for it's my best resourse."

whoah sure that is long enough???

Rachael, your poem was very good! I pictured the whole conversation, the beautiful garden and I completely understood the task given by God! Wonderful!

I write alot of 'spiritual' poetry. And this one is long, too.

"Evolution of the Soul"

There was a time when all was dark...
The First was now ready to create the Spark.
Beings of Light sprang forth from the First
Now, we are the Sparks that inhabit this Earth.
Provided with bodies to live in this dimension,
We were innocent and without fear, a perfect creation.

We lived in harmony with our Mother.
She took care of and loved us as no other.
Our Mother was Nature, our Father, The First.
They kept us warm, free from hunger and thirst.

Time passed and a darkness did appear.
It covered our world and we all knew of fear.
We forgot the Divine Spark that dwelled within
Our mortal bodies and died in sin.
We raped and ravaged the Blessed Other,
Having forgotten that she was the Mother
Who nurtured us when we lived in the Light
And kept us safe and warm in the night.

We have forgotten our origin,
The Divine Spark that lives within.
The body perishes and is no more,
But, the Spark remains the very core.

We live many lives and possess free-will.
Most of us evolve, but, some still kill
Their fellow man for greed and hate.
Mother and Father, is this our fate?
We are divine creations that will not fall.
Love and compassion will save us all.
Purified with love by the Creative Force,
We will be embraced again by The First, our Source.

Ancient - you and me have a similar style - I think Inspirational poetry is often similar.

I loved it - thanks for sharing.

Rachael.

This one is not mine but I love this one - it is fun and has a good rythmn - One of my favorites! It is considered Australian Bush Poetry (like the Man from Snowy River) but this one has humour. I hope you all enjoy it. I would share some more of mine - but I couldnt be bothered digging them out atm. Later! Cheers.

Said Hanrahan
By: John O'Brien

"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
In accents most forlorn,
Outside the church, ere Mass began,
One frosty Sunday morn.


The congregation stood about,
Coat-collars to the ears,
And talked of stock, and crops, and drought,
As it had done for years.


"It's looking crook," said Daniel Croke;
"Bedad, it's cruke, me lad,
For never since the banks went broke
Has seasons been so bad."


"It's dry, all right," said young O'Neil,
With which astute remark
He squatted down upon his heel
And chewed a piece of bark.


And so around the chorus ran
"It's keepin' dry, no doubt."
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"Before the year is out."


"The crops are done; ye'll have your work
To save one bag of grain;
From here way out to Back-o'-Bourke
They're singin' out for rain.


"They're singin' out for rain," he said,
"And all the tanks are dry."
The congregation scratched its head,
And gazed around the sky.


"There won't be grass, in any case,
Enough to feed an ass;
There's not a blade on Casey's place
As I came down to Mass."


"If rain don't come this month," said Dan,
And cleared his throat to speak -
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"If rain don't come this week."


A heavy silence seemed to steal
On all at this remark;
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed a piece of bark.


"We want an inch of rain, we do,"
O'Neil observed at last;
But Croke "maintained" we wanted two
To put the danger past.


"If we don't get three inches, man,
Or four to break this drought,
We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"Before the year is out."


In God's good time down came the rain;
And all the afternoon
On iron roof and window-pane
It drummed a homely tune.


And through the night it pattered still,
And lightsome, gladsome elves
On dripping spout and window-sill
Kept talking to themselves.


It pelted, pelted all day long,
A-singing at its work,
Till every heart took up the song
Way out to Back-o'-Bourke.


And every creek a banker ran,
And dams filled overtop;
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"If this rain doesn't stop."


And stop it did, in God's good time;
And spring came in to fold
A mantle o'er the hills sublime
Of green and pink and gold.


And days went by on dancing feet,
With harvest-hopes immense,
And laughing eyes beheld the wheat
Nid-nodding o'er the fence.


And, oh, the smiles on every face,
As happy lad and lass
Through grass knee-deep on Casey's place
Went riding down to Mass.


While round the church in clothes genteel
Discoursed the men of mark,
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed his piece of bark.


"There'll be bush-fires for sure, me man,
There will, without a doubt;
We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"Before the year is out."

Around the Boree Log and Other Verses, 1921

Here is a silly one I wrote in the wee hours the other day.......Enjoy!


A journey with many travel delays
That happens from time to time
A nervous traveler making his way
But we're glad glad glad that you're a glime

A giggle escapes for the traveler worn
Soon you will have much glee
Nevermind the airport's scorned
Just come and dance with me

Thoughts go now to the future camp
While the planets all align
Heading upward for a bigger ramp
While many worlds collide

So looking forward to the time we meet
Can't wait to waste my time
As you travel now please know, my sweet
That we're glad glad glad that you're a glime