Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Celebrating Shakespeare's 450th Birthday today...April 23, 1564

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmbTHgFlvLI

Strange Place

The world a strange place has become
When out of darkness tales are spread
Those who such things do
Separated from any kind of love are they
Flowers of a different form
Like spilt ink
Spreading slowly o'er the ground
Reaching out in strangest ways
Gathering to itself
All that stands in its way
Like a darkling mist at night

Christopher Marlowe did the same
He another Elizabethan dramatist

Celebrate 450 years

Today we celebrate the Bard
450 years would be
Around his birthday comes again
Shakespeare the greatest poet of all

April 23 1564
In numerology adds up 2+5 = 7
He came to cooperate
Find freedom and know the mystic law

His poetry plays and sonnets
Depict so much of his life
His knowing
His understanding of mankind
Just as I do

All Humankind

He wrote of all
Good and bad
Dark and light
His message to mankind

Experience all there is t
Through words and actions
He laid them out as plain can be
Just as I do

The Queen would often to the Globe
Accompanied by her courtiers
To watch the players on the stage
Perform their parts
Bring awareness of the souls of man
The darkness and the light
That which crawls
That walks upright
Who laughs
Who weeps
Argues or likes
These all part of humankind

Not Pointing at anyone


Again I write words that come through
To be placed upon the page
For everyone to read
Perhaps find themselves displayed
I often do

That is the way we grow as humankind
Seeing our faults blessings as one
No pointing fingers not at all
Acknowledging that we are
Part of a kaleidescope of colours shapes galore
Fitting into each and every form
As through journey of life we take

and so it is.....

Monday, September 16, 2013

The Bard and Me...History.....

Many lifetimes we have had as many people, rich, poor, black, white, noble, peasant all sorts. Of course some of you dont believe this and others will say cnwriter you are nuts...I really dont care for I Know and that is all that matters....

Flowing Words

The Bard and I one day
Together wrote a play

To entertain the Queen
When to the Globe she came
At tables we sat he and I
With quill pens we did write

Taught me he had
To parley words and put together
Just like that


No rhyme nor reason did they have
Just flowing thoughts with meaning had
Yet found their way indeed they did
Becoming something of import

Shakespeare's School of Writers

Part of his school of writers 
Small it was but filled
With those so passionate
Of words
And words
And words


Taking them
Making them into grandiose forms

On subjects of every kind
We played with them
Backwards
Forwards
Inbetween


It mattered not to us
Our minds were filled with marvellous themes
Our eyes such beauty saw
Our ears heard music so sublime

Flowing in and through the words

Shakespeare's Perfection

Put it here
Move it there
It fits not anyway

What the bloody hell you doing
Go to hell you all


Shakespeare his temper quite profound
It turned us not away
We tried again again again
To make it rhyme just right


His approval we did want
To know we did it right

To have our master turn to us
And smile with delight


And chuckle in his pointed beard
As words flowed honey like
A nod of his head sent all of us
Into raptures rare

Honouring your Ability

And to this day we remember
Some of us
What we were taught
So long ago

Ego you may say
From jealousy you come

You cannot write the way I do
But why should you anyway


You have your own inimitable way
Wonderful it is to read
A writer's life not always what it seems
Just doing it is a marvellous thing


So honour yourself for your ability
And love all that you do

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google for the pics
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Read more of my pages by clicking on cnwriter at top of this page from erotica to spirituality and most things inbetween and here some for you
hereWritings from Within
hereLast Journey of an Egyptian Queen
hereReturning Again...Journeying through Lifetimes
hereCreative Writing from the Heart

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Erotica Sublime...Poetry Divine,,

The human factor is to experience all things...from spiritual inner awareness to erotica and everything inbetween especially will relationships bring much forward for us to think, feel and have sensory exploration. This piece covers much...

A Sensual Encounter

If time allowed
I would you kiss
From head to toe
Every crack and crevice
Till you would cry
And moan in delight


I would caress your body fair
And press my lips upon your skin
Till every part of you opened to receive
Me


Then in motion quite sublime
Our bodies joined
Reaching to ecstatic heights
Again again

If I Would Ever Touch You

If ever I would come to you
And
 tell you tales fair
Of feelings that you never knew
Could not believe were there

I would caress you head to toe
And run my fingers through your hair
If ever I would so


If ever I would love you
The way I really could

All thoughts of others
Disappear they would

Like moments lost
In time

If ever I would lay with you
Our bodies both to meet

It would be moments
So sublime


If ever I would touch you
Lips and fingers kiss

Never
In all your life again
Would you
Experience
Such bliss

Till You are Dead

I gaze upon you 
My eyes drink in your beauty
The full roundness of your bosom
Your long white limbs.
I stroke you with my eyes
And twine my tresses round your neck
Deeper and tighter till you are dead

How I could Hate You

If I would ever hate you
And I definitely could
You would surely know
And feel my venom
Moving through you
Oh so very slow


If I would ever lie to you

With words
So very sweet
You would believe
Them all
And do as I would wish

Words Never would you Recover from

If ever words I spoke to you
Would be as sharp as knives

You never would recover
Never realize
The damage that was done


If ever I would kill you
But that
Never you would know
Nor I
For with you
I would go

If ever I would kill you
Gone you are from my sight
Gone the days of yore
Now you are dead to me

Alone I am


Alone I am...
Can you forget me
Now you have gone so far away

Once you held me in your arms
Promising eternal love

Now hatred pervades all
Words said
Become they have
Bittersweet memories of my heart.


Now alone am I
The passing of each day mocks me

There is nothing left
Just the sadness of a tear glistening in the Light.

Monday, August 12, 2013

A Story to Tell...Where Avengers Dwell..Some of Them..

Fables are Made

Far be it for me
To tell it to thee
This is how fables are made
When something is right
Or something is wrong
Give vent to your feelings you may
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MefvptsS1KQ

There are those
Who sit in back rows
Waiting to pounce
Like a cat with a mouse
Dangling at end of a string


pariahs all

Norty Comparisons

Poetry a luverly thing
A way to express
No rhythm no rhyme
A jumble of words
Going backwards in time
Or forwards if you so wish

Could be compared to your favourite dish
Left out in the sun much too long
Or burnt in the oven
Your timing was wrong


how norty you are

Play With Words

So where am I going with this I do not know
But out of the mix one of my tricks
Will ensue I hope so
Otherwise I am left hanging in space
Make some of you happy I am sure
And others wait eagerly
To read what comes through

such fun to play with words


can you?????

A Challenge NOT At ALL

A challenge is not what I give to you
No need I am sure
You know what to do
Write your own inimitable stuff
And criticize others when that's not enough
It seems this is the way of the world
Except for a few whose hearts are of gold
Not crawling with envy and jealousy
Those who hide in plain sight
To others delight


They seek her here
They seek her there
Those critics seek her everywhere
In heaven they forget to look
Not knowing how to get up there


too long a journey for them to take
and so it is!!!!

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Bringer of Words...Writer of Writs....oh ho ho....

Magic Happens

If you are of a mind
To change your dissertation
Leaving what you wrote alone
Along another way you roam

Words will come
You follow through
Not really knowing what you do
But happy to be doing anyway

For always magic happens
Twixt skin and bone Spirit doth lie
As do words in magic race
Through imaginations minds
To be brought forward into view

Words

LIke raindrops pattering on the sill
Words like quicksilver run within
Pelting down inside your mind
Accumulating through your pen
Into a writ


There in rhythmic cadence they
Across the page do march
Like soldiers in a row
Pearls upon a string

What Have You Done

Day draws to an end
Your wonder what you've done
Eyes seem crossed
From staring at the screen

Fingers numb
From pounding on the keys
Again you wonder what you've done
Too scared are you to read

A knocking sounds upon the door
Startled you do jump
Running to see who's there
Perhaps a kindly friend


One who reads the words
You've placed page after page
On subjects so diverse
Of meaning though are they to you

Standing Tall

For when you tap into your heart
The words come thick and fast
Treasures to be pondered on
Relating they in many ways
To what you need to do

Past present future happenings
You really cannot tell
It matters very little anyway
As long as loving you can be

Standing tall in what you know is right
Experience will show you then
Words a mighty weapon are
To be used for good and nothing else
No-one can move you from that place

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Choose Well the One You Follow....They Could Lead to Heaven or to Hell

From Whence Came He

And when this man he did appear
A glow around his head was seen
Purple it shone in brilliance
Heralding the spirit within


No-one knew from whence He came
But all did marvel at Hs grace
His sweetness spoke a thousand words
Though no sound did issue forth

The Following

He walked along the stony path
Behind Him followed many folk
As if mesmerized they were
With the loving they could feel


They did not understand at all
The one they followed blessed was he
The son of God had come to serve
Mankind

Law of Grace

A new law of loving and forgiveness
He had for them
Which sealed he did with his blood

No more the Law of Moses
A law of negativity issued by the Kal

Spiritual unfoldment He showed to them
Through loving all no matter what

Give up the questioning the doubt
Give up the judgements too
They do not serve in any way

Into the Hills

Into the hills this man He went
And there for many days
He sat in purity both body and soul
Connected to the Sound Current of God was He
Around Him floatey shapes appeared
Mystical forms were they
Angels worshipped all around
Their wings around Him splayed

As One

Then after many days
He did return
The work had been done
He and Mother Father God
Now as One
As we can all be
If we will


Many paths are chosen
It mattereth not a lot
Choose which one you wish to serve
As I will mine
But serve it well
With loving kindness to all
Caring sharing the spirit within


and so it is

Thursday, May 23, 2013

She Cometh...the One who Knows and Sees...


Mystery

Her hair in silvered cowl is hung
Dark eyes peer from behind
Mystery around her strung
She is a being of the light

As a stranger she does come
Issuing forth from other realms
Where great are the mighty there
Knowing much of light and sound

Seeing

Along a pathway follows she
A road now covered deep in snow
High above in tops of trees
Black crows caw endlessly

Soft clouds do part in movements slow
Letting through the light of sun
Streams it down in rays of gold
Covering o'er the ground

Her silvered cowl now golden turns
As sun light bathes the mesh
Dark eyes turn green with amber flecks
Seeing beyond what seems to be

Knowing

A gift of knowing given to her
Once upon a long long time ago
Now she will know what others think
Even when their words speak differently


A curse maybe or blessing she will find
Wherever she may go
For people lie and speak untruths
Defending what they want to hide

Attention

A gentle teasing note is struck
Upon a harpsichord
Echoing long upon the wind
Attention to the soul is called


Look within and find the source
That stands so bright and tall
From ages long now past
To you it calls
Listen if you choose


And if you don't come again it will
And like the lady of the realms
Will visit you in midst of dreams
And shine the light upon your soul


so it will be...

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julie for the pics
the One who writes within

read more of my pages from erotica to spirituality and everything inbetween by clicking on cnwriter at top of this page and here more for you
hereMeeting of the Hearts
hereIllusions and What That Means
hereA Child Doth See
hereHeaven and Hell

my website: http://carolan328.wix.com/cnwriter

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

All Is Delusion...Subterfuge...No Matter What You Say or Think


Wondering

Then came the sound of pounding feet
Louder louder they do grow

All around surrounding them
Above and so it seems below
Gustav Mahler

Trees into the sky grow tall
Their branches there do meet

Blocking from the sight of all
The sun its burning rays


The little girl she sits and stares
Through grimy windows face

Wondering when her mum will return
Into that derelict space

Where Eyes Stray

Did you ever let your eyes stray
To another place
Where nothing but illusions grow
Like toadstools in a row


Speckled red and white they be
Like corpuscles shared in hell 

Floating around inside your blood
Doing what they do so well

A Message Contain

Wonder maybe why I write
Words so strange
Strung together so they be
Like pearls upon a string

Marching endlessly up and down
And sometimes in between


Awake awake you sleepy head
See what is coming down

Words they have no meaning
Unless a message do contain

Lovely Running Gore

You scratch your head
Your pate grows sore
Furrows run around
Gashes deep and red they are
Lovely running gore


And so another tale is told
Waves crash upon the shore
Bringing to you a tale of woe
Sea shells all in a row

Listen carefully and you will hear
Look closely you will see

All is delusion
Subterfuge


and so it is

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write for wikinut here

Read more of my pages from erotica to spirituality and most things inbetween and here some for you
hereTo Be or Not To Be
hereThe Cruelty of Women
hereBigotry and All That Goes With It
hereParsifal and the Lady of the Lake

My Website: http://carolan328.wix.com/cnwriter