Peace for 2015

Let us embrace the pain,
That stinging taste of loss,
For life brings equal measure
Of both joy and suffering.

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Tis the Season To Be…

A season of blessings and sharing,

A time of feasting and carolling,

A moment for remembering kindness,

Frozen – Ice Hotel Poetry Challenge

Poetry challenge: Ice hotel poem.

The air stirs crisp and cold

It cuts like your wounding words

Colours of Life

Photo from SMT’s Travel Journals

Soft like snow


Healing like rain


Passionate like a storm

Warm as yellow


Rich as purple


Pure as white

The Loving Art

Create for the love of creation,

And not recognition.

Suicide

Today I saw

A man jumped

Four storeys down

To his death

What defines our Beauty?

Am I my lips, my hair, 

Or my skin achingly fair?

 

Am I my eyes, my breasts

That wish to protest but succumb to contests?

The Bully

There is no need

For your snide remarks

And shaming retorts

I already feel

Like a pathetic loser

There is hardly any

self-esteem

Left in me

To disagree or fight you

I rather agree with you.

The Storm

The seas rise in rage

Separating the living and the dead

Dreams are shredded

Hopes have been shattered

It’s hard to disengage

The tides rise and fall

As darkness veils and lies

Fury swallow whole

Humanity’s battered soul

Still, the ocean denies

The Plight

All right, Good night

Sweet dreams, Sleep Tight

Words we say

On a daily basis

To our dearly beloved

The Price of Silence

I promise

I will keep quiet

No one will ever hear

About the cobwebs and lies 

All the closets

Will be nailed shut

No skeletons in sight

What makes a Brilliant Carcass?

No amount of concealer

Will hide the bruises

No foundation

Will quite cover the pain

No red lipstick

Will match the blood

Dripping from inside

 

What would your verse be?

If there were but a verse,
Let it BREATHE –
Breathe life into Love,
Breathe Love into Life.

May your verse,

Embody the breath

Of Life and Love.

~ smt

The Lyre

I am the lyre
That sings all melodies

For every child,
There’s a sweet lullaby
For every lover,
There are songs of ecstasy
For every loss,
There are painful tunes.

Time and Tide

Pic from SMT’s Travel Journal

The Pendulum swings

A life-line of meanings

Every word unfolds

As each breath 

Encapsulates an eternity.

~ smt

Our Human Connection

Photo from SMT’s Travel Journals

Our Human Connection
Is my addiction.

We catch glimpses
Of one another
Echoing each other
Through this cyberspace.

Once Upon a Time There was Humanity…

Photo from SMT’s Travel Journals

Once upon a time

Humanity was seen

In every street corner

Parked at each lawn.

Conversations were conveyed

Face to Face

Letter were written

By loving hands.

The Beauty of Words

Our pleasure is reading words

We create narratives from words

Our joy is reading the comments

We forge alliances thru’ our verses.

Poem: Steel Tofu

I am sorry if I don’t parade

My shattered sensibilities

Around my neck,

Like a garland of self-pity

For the whole world to see.