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The purpose of this page is to show off some of my favorite poets by posting their works here or providing a link to their websites or both.
Poppy Silver is a U.K. poet and musician who never fails to wow me with her work. She is a member of the band O.R.M.E.. She also does much to promote the members of the online writing community. I am blessed and/or lucky to call her my friend.
The Website she's asked me to link is Apollo Blessed:
http://apolloblessed.ning.com/
Here's a sample of her stunning poetry.
Tiptoe to God
I do believe the light has not only gone out
But there is chaos within this soul
That nothing can remedy
I do believe the storm has arrived
The tower has crumbled
There is no way of rising from the debris
I am certain that time has bestowed a curse upon me
I await the days ahead with dread
No sound
Silence bleeds
Fate seethes
And whose voice shall replace loneliness?
Not my own, it only laughs
Such a void
Again and again
Shadows
Devour me
I stand alone
And no longer care
An innocent heart
A tired face
Arms raised
A cosmic test
Defeated
Set to default
Through pain
Set to default
Through anguish
"Once again
Humble flower
I welcome you"
Despair whispers at this hour
God, share your empathy?
Apologies are not nearly enough
Test
Test again
Power diminished
Failure
No more punishment
Landslide
Of realisation
Of death
Of rebirth
I shall await
Time has no hold
There will be a clear sky
After the thunder decides when enough is enough
Reboot
God
Faith
This cross is too heavy
Carry it with me
Lacerated tragedy breathes inside of me
This is an end
Without a beginning
Copyright PoppySilver 2011
R. Renee Vickers AKA MuSe AmpouLe is a fantastic poet with a brilliant tilt toward surrealism. She is currently doing an interview series and working on a novel that I can't wait to read. Renee's work, at times, can knock the breath out of you. She is an amazing poet, author and friend.
The website she's asked me to link is her Wordpress site:
http://museampoule.wordpress.com/
Here is a sample of her stunning poetry:
Conquering The Light
I.
A nicotine stained Cheshire Cat smile watches artificially illuminated hopes
and dreams. Fathomless black coaxes shadow myths from the minds and delusions
from the souls; all seeking the light, an escape from the night. We walk broken
streets – ashen cement turns to dust with each step, the pressure of our wants
crush all before us into bloody twitching heaps. The smile never fades, always
watching our follies.
II.
Down in a lowly pool she swims, the keeper of our godly potential. Viscous
black suspension reflecting stars above reminds all who seek knowledge that
there is a price to pay. Her multicolored luminous scales count the weight of
our accomplishments and speculate on the profit of dreams. Temptation begs you
to drown with her for being human makes it possible.
III.
Rising mercury splits the ends of harried whiskers and his amber eyes refract
all you failed to be. His sharp-tooth grin reminds you of the long summer days
you spent conspiring to conquer the light. And his red frizzed fur rips your
burnt flesh to bits. Barking a question he asks you why you tried in the first
place. Your answer… a simple gesture to the moon whose nicotine stained smile
laughs back at you.
Copyright 2011 R. Renee Vickers
The website she's asked me to link is her Wordpress site:
http://museampoule.wordpress.com/
Here is a sample of her stunning poetry:
Conquering The Light
I.
A nicotine stained Cheshire Cat smile watches artificially illuminated hopes
and dreams. Fathomless black coaxes shadow myths from the minds and delusions
from the souls; all seeking the light, an escape from the night. We walk broken
streets – ashen cement turns to dust with each step, the pressure of our wants
crush all before us into bloody twitching heaps. The smile never fades, always
watching our follies.
II.
Down in a lowly pool she swims, the keeper of our godly potential. Viscous
black suspension reflecting stars above reminds all who seek knowledge that
there is a price to pay. Her multicolored luminous scales count the weight of
our accomplishments and speculate on the profit of dreams. Temptation begs you
to drown with her for being human makes it possible.
III.
Rising mercury splits the ends of harried whiskers and his amber eyes refract
all you failed to be. His sharp-tooth grin reminds you of the long summer days
you spent conspiring to conquer the light. And his red frizzed fur rips your
burnt flesh to bits. Barking a question he asks you why you tried in the first
place. Your answer… a simple gesture to the moon whose nicotine stained smile
laughs back at you.
Copyright 2011 R. Renee Vickers
