ajwrites57

a world of opposites a world of opposites surround me round return to me a single echo of silent sound a voice unheard, loud and strong reverberates, vibrates, hums along the walls of contrast reflect the light a prism of colors: blind eyes delight a single hue, from every face lost then found, chromatic trace barriers of belief block the way hindering the path on which I stay anchored fast to unbelief frozen stand in endless grief loveless lovers fill the void unloved hearts once destroyed unsung love songs fill the air some who love but do not care potent portent future found past is passed in days unwound ones forgotten, ones foretold remembered memories, lies untold buried treasure, costless find wealth unmeasured, paupers mined priceless objects priced to sell fortune spent on pyrite’s spell © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤  image:  Joseph M...

I can't I can't unsee your starry eyes. I can't unsee your sweet surprise. I can't unsee our first sunrise. I can't unsee our love's demise. ********* I can't untouch your satin lips. I can't untouch your curvy hips. I can't untouch your fingertips. I can't untouch our love's eclipse. ********* I can't unfeel your tender kiss. I can't unfeel our loving bliss. I can't unfeel your hand's caress. I can't unfeel our love's duress. ********* I can't unknow your fiery heart. I can't unknow your every part. I can't unknow you summer's glow. I can't unknow our crying woe. ********* I can't unhear your words so tender. I can't unhear your voice's splendor. I can't unhear your sweet surrender. I can't unhear our return to sender. ********* I can't untaste your nectar kiss. I can't untaste your honeyed a...

Man of iron Man of iron, molten fist, see him rising from the mist. Bold, brazen, stalwart, tall, see him standing o'er them all. Chiseled chin, set like flint see his eyes, bravery's glint. Courage true, resists the bad, see his heart, golden clad. Heart is strong, tender touch, power proven, in the clutch. Army at his beck and call, surging forces, rise and fall. Towering over fiend and foe, hero's stature, victory show. Enemies fought on every ground, in the end, none are found. Triumph trumpets, blazing win, beaten enemy, much chagrin. Electric glory, amazing stand, renown resounds, o'er the land.  Man of iron, molten fist, praise by all within the list. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  dewey_decimals CC-BY-SA-2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

unscathed? Who among us goes through life,  unscathed? The heart probed, poked, pierced. Bloody, dripping, open wet wounds: Some scars, some now callused,  fresh ones, scabbed. Untended, unmended, upended. Who among us goes through life, unloved? Love's needs unmet. The beating, throbbing, pulsing pressure of unreturned love, reverberates in chest's gaping canyon. Love unrequited shrinks, sinks the heart. The unfelt heart laughs, jumps, cries, yearns, longs, full, and sings-not. Shudders, shakes, shivers, quivers, trembles, bubbles over, helpless heart. Who among us goes through life, unscathed? © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  © Nevit Dilmen [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0) via Wikimedia Commons

The passing of friend  +Steven Malone  's father inspired me to write this poem.  Please offer Steve your condolences.  http://www.stevenspen.com/blog-1/ Ceased When life has run its weary course, we pray we've lived without remorse. When dying sun sets upon a life, we hope it ends with no strife. When mortal frame frames no more, we cling to memories from our store. When soul flies free from human form, we hope there's peace from this storm. When the day has turned to night, we search the tunnel for the light. When spirit soars from solid earth, we return to God before the birth. When thought will cease to fill the mind, we wonder will we wander blind. We turn to see the past behind, and the wending road unwind. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤  ❤  ❤  By Sandro Kharazashvili (Flickr: Light at the end of the tunnel) [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wi...

A G+ friend  +ashley bateson  said he read a  children's poem  I wrote to a five year old friend of his. She said she liked it, but said it needed a koala bear. So, I wrote a poem about koala bears. I hope she enjoys it (and all of you)! Koala Bears Australia is the place they stay, in the trees they spend their day. Plump and fuzzy koala bears, they have funny, hairy ears. If you call them bears, it's not unusual, the real name is of course, marsupial. Sharp claws help them to climb, see them in a tree sometime. Koalas like eucalyptus trees, love to chew upon the leaves. Sit in nooks or forks to sleep for eighteen hours, what a treat! A smell like cough drops fill the air, from the leaves they eat up there. Cheeks are stuffed, they eat so many, they need to find trees aplenty! When not in trees they run so fast, hurry, look, they run right past! Pouches are where baby cubs stay, on mommy's belly joeys love to lay. Do you h...

The sights you see The sights you see all around, in the sky and on the ground. The butterfly flies up to the skies, right before your very eyes. The big bullfrog croaks and hums, sounds like a big, hollow drum. The hoot owl hoots up in the tree, sees as far as his eyes can see. The sights you see all around, in the sky and on the ground. The firefly flickers off and on, leads you hither, leads you yon. The cricket chirps her cheerful tune, beneath the shining, summer moon. The bunny hops and never stops, until he finds some clover tops. The sights you see all around, in the sky and on the ground. The sparrow flits here and there, chirping loud and chirping clear. The groundhog waddles like a duck, thought the mud and through the muck. The dragonfly's wings flap fast and furious, I love to watch him. I'm so curious. The sights you see all around, in the sky and on the ground. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  By J....