POETRY

LOVE MOVEMENT

Beautiful and expanding
All truthful and all-encompassing.
Nothing will succeed without LOVE
Love is what makes the world go round.
Love is what we all feel on a baseline of humanity.
Love is a basic truth that one cannot deny.
Love is all around for those who choose to see it.
Love is never-ending and a never-ending wheel of life.
Love is the connection and love is divine.
Love is free and easy to share.
LOVE is a basic human right.
Love should never be imprisoned
Love should never be denied
Love should never be compromised
Love should never ever be squashed.
It is the one thing that will always rise
like the sun in the morning and set in the hearts of those you love.
It is the one thing that conquers all like the rising tide.
A tsunami of love to cleanse all things bad, all things dark, and all untruths.
Something those above who try to be our puppet masters cannot destroy, rip from or deny the love we all feel for our fellow compassionate living beings.
Whether it be human, animal, or Earth.
Love is too big a thing to conquer, to control.
Like a stone thrown in a pond, ripples spread. An overwhelming vibrational act of MOVEMENT
seeps into all psyches.
LOVE is a MOVEMENT
Love just is....divine.

by Tina D

An Indian Dream

Graces,

Of an Indian moment

Snaking the limbs

Past unsuspecting eyes.

Faces,

The expression of movement

Snaking the limbs

In unsuspecting guise.

Places,

So tranquil and silent

With embracing limbs

Drinking in the Indian surprise.

Eyes,

Dark, deep, and mysterious

With a beckoning call

Her voice is ancient and wise.

Skies,

With golds & yellows so pious

As the silver stars fall

The ancient sun wakes to rise.

Lies,

As the dream doubts the curious

It looks no further beyond the wall

So who knows how the beyond lies.

BURNING WATERS

Burning waters

run deep within me.

A grasp I cannot reach -

across the oceans far.

East of me a soul

free and inspired,

captured a heart - went

beyond these waters deep.

No knowing of when.

A hope, just a glimmer

saddens the inner me.

I shall never know.

A secret to keep,

As no one really knows.

Silent nights weeping

as my secret will never show.

MODERN CONTEMPORARY

Sitting quietly

upon this comfy chair

dressed as a modern contemporary.

Sitting quietly

as the sun reflects,

the rays caressing the carpet.

Sitting quietly

in this modern era,

the wind begins reminiscing.

Sun shining quietly

the ancient wind blows,

bringing to mind past memories.

The wind, not quiet

howl against the windows.

it's essence, to mind the secret comforts.

Thinking quietly

as the wind blows,

of the eeriness caressing this house.

The walls quiet

stand up against the breeze

of such vibrant vitality, echoing forces.

The atmosphere is quiet,

floorboards aching to creek.

Roof tiles rattling

like heavy footsteps heard.

Moments and all is quiet.

Footsteps deceased

as I sit pondering quietly.

THE BURNING FIRE

OF A HEATED DESIRE.

TO THE TWINKLING EYES

OF WHAT TRUTH LIES

DEEP WITHIN THIS SOUL