The Seed and the Sea

Upon the high seas of despair and doubt
there floats a mustard seed amongst the waves.
The soil it seeks but finds not to sprout.
For shelter it finds not in rocks or caves
Yonder shores seem to only be a dream
As the tempest winds blow against its will,
the storm yields not to bleak hopes and esteem
Adrift in darkness its soul filled with chill
But every squall in time must subside
and through the current its path be bound
Gently swayed, the seed driven by the tide
The sway of the trees are a joyous sound
    And upon the gentle beaches finds land
    Its roots become buried within the sand.

Authors' note:

I do apologize if this one is a little rough, I might go back and explore this concept later.  This was my hand at attempting to write a sonnet which admittedly, structured poetry really isn't my forté, however I am working on changing that.  I will probably revisit this concept again sometime.

Nature’s Hands

Between the rivers wide, in the plains and mountains, and down in the valleys low
In the high trees and fields green, and the deserts in witch no seed can sow
There lays a maiden so majestic, her grace would make any man fancy
She’s everywhere we go, taking care of our paucity
A woman so caring, and loving, she holds us all in her arms
And gives us scenes of beauty that are the of greatest of charms
Her reach is long, stretching across all the lands
And caressing all of us with Nature’s hands.

Matricide

There she lay cold and barren
Soulless, her breath stolen by greed
Covered in ash, in blood… rotting
Nary a sound from her mouth
Silence in the dead night
She lay covered with those that hath exhaled life

No man mourns her for death
No tears shed upon the day of her death
Not a single lily was placed on her coffin
The eulogy, great: but no one can speak those words
Her funeral, empty: cold is the earth on that unspoken day

Blood poisoned with toxin old and new
Poisons that run deep, and thicken the aer with it’s vapours
And salts the soil below her so to impede life
Smother all with the ashen powder that slowly choked all

Dead she lay, dead all lay
Upon the fiery ground
As snow fall upon our lifeless bodies

Such a fragile and lonesome thing…
Man has committed many murders

But none as loathsome as Mother Earth

Love Of An Endless Heart

My love is that of an endless heart,Faithful and true: it’ll love like none other
Through all of time, and out to the edges of space
No matter how far or who long you’re gone
My endless heart shall wait for you

And no matter what gets you down
I shall comfort you with all I can give
Just to keep you smiling when all is not well
To keep you happy and safe within my arms

When you’re ill and lethargic
With my embrace I shall hold you again
And love you to health again

And give you all my love
The love of an endless heart

The love that shall never end

Looking Upwards

What do you do when you’re feeling low?
Like an ant before a mountain standing in a valley below.
What do you do when you’re feeling blue?

Bluer than a fresh spring where waters flow anew.
The pain I suffer to give up love.
The sadness my heart has felt needs a hug,
when no one is there to give it.
And no one either there to fix it.

Alone I am now And I know not how
How our love that was once so true,
dissipated into the sky so blue.

Life's Song

Life
A song
Its beginning
An enigma
It can be sung with joy
Or remorse
It can be inspiring
Or dejecting
It can create bridges of peace
Or walls of hate
It can calm
It can stir
But no matter what
It shall never end
As long as we keep singing
The song of life

A Fool of a King

‘Twas once a country great
One which had no wars or hate
For decades Crete knew only calmness
But then a tyrant came to Gnossus
And stole the throne from the heirs
Fame and bitter glory were his only cares
To his people he lied
Only to protect his kingly hide
To many a battle, his people he sent
Unjust war and to the public more untruths went
Now Crete remains decadent and it’s people unclean
The prize won by a fool of a king

Eternal Fire

Embers fly into the wind
Flames eternal they shall send
Igniting my love for thee
Love for I do decree
Forever the fire burns
And forever my love yearns

Empty Bodies

They float upon the river
Broken, bruised, half buried under each other
Slaughtered men… the victims of battle
And nearby lies a village, meek and small
Whose huts contain the empty bodies of those the warriors swore to sustain
Burnt cinders of charred bodies line the flaming houses
Wounded in death, the bodies lie in the streets
Skin ripped open from the bullets
Children lie dead in the old square
All we can do now in their honour
Is to bury the empty bodies
And tell their untold stories

A Dove That Cannot Fly Free

What is a dove that cannot fly free?
Caged in the hands of a dæmon crushing it like grapes
Like a child to a butterfly peeling off its wings
And the screams it makes loud and unheard
In an empty room it cries out to the gods
Yet helpless the dove somehow feels empowered
In pain it lays there in the dæmon’s hands
Looking up towards the light
Even in the darkest of caves
The dove reaches out for hope
Crushed, bloody, bruised
Unable to move
Yet the dove moves forward
Knowing that someday it shall be free

Concerning Hatred and War

This world of hate, is sometimes all I can see
Fighting each other over every mountain and sea
For thy precious space and rescource
Choosing paths that let greed run its course
And bring blood upon our lands
Who is to atone against our evil hands
Which kill those who know not why
Why must those poor souls die
Extinguished as a seedling
Its body lay ashen, less than that of the frailest weakling
And what gives one
The right to make a youn sapling into ashes none
And who is to repent for all those who have quelled the embers
For those whose body are weak, and minds that can’t remember

Should it consume us all and carry our souls into the massive Hells
We must carry that cold truth
Let it take deep root
That we are the ones that dug the well

An Autumn's Chill

Leaves fall gently to the ground
Float in the chilled wind of late October
The squirrels nestle their acorns in the nests
And the bear gets ready his winter’s slumber
Gracious winds whisper to Mother Earth

It tells all her creatures to ready for the snows
That so gently fall to the ground
And cover the slopes and hills and fertile valleys
With a serene white that reflects all the grace of the land

It speaks to the farmer to harvest the late crops
And ready the feast that gathers the family
Relights the candle of generosity in the heart of man

That gentle breath of nature gives beauty
And tames all the souls to quaint calm

Tranquility embraces all that autumn embraces

Accelerate

Prompt and redy, standing alert prepared to launch
The gun fires, gunning for the goal
Heart pounding, blood racing
Her shoes of fire, her mind clear
Hearing only her feet against the pavement
The crowd watches, cheers for her
Focussed on speed, the track yearns for victory
And to win she must accelerate
Quicken like the breeze to the kite
Fast like an engine, her determination becomes victory
Her victory, a legend

Haiku of the Seasons

Seasons:
Forever changing
The gods' eternal romance
The cause of this wheel

Spring:
Sunny springtime days
Take caution in April rains
Love blooms with flowers

Summer:
Seek shade, water, fun
Dog days are hot and humid
Typhoons, be prepared

Autumn:
Cool temperatures
Leaves bonny: red, yellow, brown
Harvest time, give thanks

Winter:
Grand vista of snow
Cold air fogs the misty breath
Dress warm and live well

Seasons:
Forever changing
The gods' eternal romance
The cause of for the wheel

A Walk Along the Suwannee

Yesterday I took a walk along the Suwannee
Ye great river that bends into shallow swamps and deep crystal springs
Stumps of old live oaks speak to the cypress knee
And tell the story of the warrior Osceola, the most honourable of the Seminole kings
The ferns told me of his many feats, and his Native American pride
The story of a failed war so bravely fought
Willows whisper to the tales of the many who died
Massacred by the government, neglected… taunted
And the Earth tells the tale of Native greats
On the banks of the Suwannee
Were so many met their fate