I LEAVE BEHIND ME THOSE I LOVE. / Those I love, she thought. The horizontal section of the cross recalled to her though the years and …
We all sail into troubled waters, / Once we have entered, / the idea now is to keep afloat, / Maintain the course, / and don’t be distracted,...
“the sea crowds its silvered children back and fourth under the moon” “what part of land has not been the sea bed” “the quality of …
“darkness and rain an ancient feeling” “words of the river swarming here, in branches of mangrove” “to dry land, water returns tong…
As morning drew near I found myself antsie and ready to ride. Now clean, no longer hungry, and awake I knew where I wanted to go.
I am proud to say that I live a clean life and do not live this way anymore, however there are still people who do. These people are a large part of the homeless problem in America today.
I will be good to you, Fisherman. / Take me in, dry me off; / Make me into what I wish I was. / I can be something beautiful.
This piece is about finding love and recognition of worth. I used the imagery of driftwood, as it is something that many people overlook as just ugly, warped debris that the ocean has washed ashore. Others, however, realize its great potential. The Fisherman, like the Driftwood, is an outcast in our world. He does not feel at home on land, but he is lonely, and it is the only place where there is company. The Driftwood speaks to him, and asks him to accept it and make it into something beautiful, to see its potential; in return, the Driftwood will be good to the Fisherman and provide him with much-needed company at sea. In a way, this poem is about two outcasts finding one another and seeing in the other what so many before have missed. Lelia Katherine Thomas / leliathomas@gmail.com / www.leliathomas.com —-—- This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial Share Alike license. You are free to ‘remix’ it under noncommercial terms. For more information about remixing my work, visit this page on my website.
Look at me / Tangled threads / Strings of many colors / Across your screen
Self-Portrait: Peace
This is a short story revelation of the parallel describing sea shells and people.
Shells along the shoreline come in all shapes, colors and sizes. Some we find completely whole and intact, some are broken down to tiny pieces, all carried by the same tide being smoothed and refined in the process. All have their own beauty just like us.
Sparkling waters crystal Goddess sent / Translucent, mist of cleansing spray / Running gently down body, humanity polluted with strife / Wet…
The rock slug and the sea ant
A different piece, a tester for something else. A little bit philosophy, a little bit existential, a little bit of nothing.
I saw written on my palm / One word
My spine is extremely straight, and I tend to hiss. Gets kinda tiring. For Lisa & Jess, who deflect my arrows with love and humour, and who gave me the resolution for 2009: / Be like the duck, and rethink the crumpets If I do learn not to fire up so easily, can I skip the crumpet part?!
Fascinating and magnetic. / Soothing. Meditational. Reflective. / Forceful. Running. Raging. Trickling, tranquil. / Frightening. Calming. ...
The power and influence of water in sustaining and enriching life on earth.
Real Life Story of Shopping for the dreaded Bathing Suit Ah, yes, that speed bump shelf bra! I opt for the torpedo tits bra where I’m …
I’m not quite sure I’ve ever found any woman who loves bathing suit shopping, well maybe there’s a few. I’m not one… HOPE YOU ENJOY!
But when will you understand, / my Forest Sovereign, / that they are crying because / you drink me in / but then send me on my way?
Inspired by the fabulous Linaji and her inspiring poem Tenacity. Linaji is a huge source of inspiration and reflection for me on RedBubble, and I’m thrilled to collaborate with her and this marvelous piece of word weaving. Tenacity There is a certain muscle in his heart, / Tenacious as hell, / Resolve with a heady mix of / Obligation and duty / Spilling over / To a dance of postponement and restraint. Yet a melding of dire consequences / That broke the camels back / Does not phase him / Situations that kill others hopes and dreams / Pass over him like duck water down his back He may swim in murky waters and smell the fires / Burning / But he does not flee / No, he feathers his nest even more now, / He goes about the duty of deliverance. / He has responsibility to thank for his persistence / Continuity a road well worn by his journey / And, / Agreements / Within / His only truth sometimes / Sustaining a position he burrows into / Roots growing fast and strong / Even if everything around him begins to rearrange themselves to a different set of beliefs / Revealing a different future / He remains a constant unto himself And sometimes I think this will actually work / Due to unbending intent / The broken pieces will just be ground / Down to dust particles / And change winds will blow them away What remains by his side is of his own doing / Scattered remnants of pain and pleasure / Leading the charge with flags flying / ‘We bring you liberation and freedom’ / However, in the charge there are many deaths and wounded inflicted by this Badge of honor / Worn with a mighty cause / His happiness or so it would seem. That is the beauty however of this beating heart / This righteous army / Swelling round the wounded and the lost / As the dust settles and the ‘liberators’ are reaching out / With grace / Smiling / Picking up the pieces with tenderness and tears We are convinced sometimes perhaps it is best / To remain here / In the place where one was born / Where one was once happy and playing as a child / Remembering only the sweetness of growing up / In a neighbor hood that had many stories of joy and / Pleasure. / So we take the liberators hand with a smile / Because now he has given us a piece of chocolate / With almonds / Something we have not had for a very long time. Linaji 2009
Immerse yourself in noise, / Like jumping into a lake, / As the water surrounds you, / Your freedom breaks out. Feel the music on your sk…
I recently came across a notebook of poetry dedicated solely to music. I’ve never thought much of any of my poetry, and I dislike a great deal of what’s written in that notebook… I’ll probably rewrite most of these over the course of time…
Somehow even your crooked smile fits into the left / Corner of mine.
/ Patterns By The Sea
Just stop awhile and melt with me…
This was inspired by a song by Nouvelle Vague I melt with you and then later, a graffiti piece i did to do with melting together. Featured In On Youth / Inspired Art
Riding the deluge of passion/into the whirlpool of ecstasy
Would living care? It is like a Polar Bears existence The ice is melting and there is nowhere to land I have heard they have a w…
What will happen when they go? / I love my Polar Bears and I just woke up dreaming about them.
Ke Ao-Ulaula / E ho’omaika’i O la’a kea me ke aloha pau ole / Preserve the language, preserve the culture, preserve the ‘aina (land), live …
Hawaiian cultural poetry, excerpts of writings and quotes from various cultural resources
Running on the ridge / Pushing past my second wind / I become the current / Flowing through me
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Defined by the wind and clouds / The violent storm came upon the shore
For every action there is a reaction.
you spill forward / into the world / through the warm waters / of the womb / fall into the open arms / of a mother / longing to hold you / you …
Part I of a Three-Part Series Collaborative Work of Kevin Mawson & Sally Omar / / kevinmawson
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