In the wilderness of poetry
I’m wondering if you can envision
what I ascertain?
Readers are so subjective
I search for truth, beauty and
courage in life
I grasp for inclusion
I am wild, free, alone
creating a moment
Do you even see the forest for the trees?
A dangerous place
How will you even see me with closed eyes?
My breath like a slow fog expels
I smell the pines in the forest
standing firm, grounded, expansive
limbs spread upward in worship
I belong here
My pen is my voice
like the smell of the pines
It cries out to be noticed
Fragrant words seducing you closer
vowels lighting the narrow path
to the truth, beauty and courage of the forest
Standing firm, I succumb to the wilderness
anticipating true belonging.
SOFTLY THROUGH THE COBWEBS OF CONSCIOUSNESS
I FEEL YOUR PRESENCE ENVELOPING ME GENTLY
LIKE A BABE IN ARMS
WARM, TENDER, COMFORTING
MY SENSE OF BEING BENDS TO MATCH YOU
MY TWIN FLAME
DESIRING ONLY YOUR TOUCH
MY HEART SEEKS SOLICE
AWAKENED MEMORIES COME TO SURFACE AS THE
BREEZE AND SUNLIGHT PURIFY MY THOUGHTS
LOVE IS MY TRUE EXISTENCE
DAILY I GREET MY GOAL OF KEEPING HIGH VIBRATIONS
AS I CHOOSE WHICH EXPERIENCE
YOU WOULD GREATLY APPRECIATE
IT IS A CHALLENGING ROLE I PLAY
IN THIS DUALISTIC WORLD
KNOWING BOTH LIGHT AND DARKNESS ARE NEEDED
IT IS NOT EASY TO LOVE THOSE WHO HAVE NO SELF LOVE
AND IT IS FAR TOO EASY TO HATE
GUIDE ME MERCIFULLY
FOR LOVE IS MY TRUE EXISTENCE
IN CALM SURRENDER
SITTING IN SILENCE
AN INVISIBLE FLOWING FORCE
IN THE DANCE BETWEEN WIND AND WAVES
THE AURAS OF TREES WEEP
MY FLESH IS MY BARK
I SENSE A RUMBLING IN THE AIR
AS THE WIND WHISPERS
YOU CANNOT HOLD BACK TRUTHS
THAT WILL ONE DAY CHANGE
THE VARY EXISTANCE
OF WHO YOU ARE!
The streaming sound of cicadas
Among the lovely trees
As August days turn dark
And the flowers call the bees.
The leaves feel the energy flowing
As they begin to bend to wind
Once purged from Mother branches
To the earth now engaged and pinned.
The awesome fluttering dragonflies
In an anxious state of bliss
Grasp their flowering fluid elixir
As a goodbye summer kiss.
Nature feels the change of seasons
As if called from deep below
The earth decides its future fate
When winter winds will blow.
As I watch in silent surrender
To the calling of all beings
A conscious scheduled cycle starts
My waning heart to sing.
HOW MANY SUNSETS CAN I ENDURE
AS PALE PINK SKIES BEGIN TO SWIRL
EACH DAYS LIGHT IS CAST SO LOW
AND WELCOMES NIGHT WITH ITS GLOW
I WILL RECORD THE DAYS EVENTS
AS DARKNESS SETS IT’S HOURLY RENTS
BLACKNESS FILLS OUR SLEEPY NIGHTS
OUR SOULS ASCEND TO HEAVENLY HEIGHTS
WE FIGHT FOR FREEDOM FROM THE FALL
A LIGHT WITHIN EACH GALACTIC CALL
AND AS WE SLEEP WE CONTINUE TO SHINE
THAT LIGHT WITHIN THAT IS DEEPLY DEVINE
NO MATTER WHERE YOU FIND YOU RESIDE
SHINE YOUR LIGHT FAR AND WIDE
AND NOW IT IS WITH EACH BREATH WE TAKE
OUR SLEEPING BROTHERS WE HAVE TO AWAKE
WE FIGHT FOR FREEDOM FROM THE FALL
FOR WHERE WE GO ONE, WE GO ALL!
Creating wings to help me fly
From here to there
I question why?
Given in to unrest flows
That guide me backwards
Away from goals
Who Am I? I hear my voice
That came to earth
Without a choice
I forgot the role, I wished to take
And journey forward
For God’s sake
To bring light in
To all who seek
To rid the darkness from the meek
For I am one and you are me
Lifting the veil
For all to see
To gather souls
Towards the light
This is why I came to fight
Poetry is a literary tool used to teach us about ourselves, others and our world. It is the backdrop to the dramatic art of listening, another tool lost like a book of table setting etiquette.
In Chinese poetry the image is usually clear. The poet is content on letting nature be its own beauty and not be depended upon man for its value. The poets eye not his/her spiritual doctrine is visual. Prior to the Republic in China, for centuries it was obligatory for all civil servants to demonstrate, by examination, their ability to write a poem. A proof of literacy.
In modern society, poetry and its varied topics can fuel our love, hatred and tolerance limits. It can connect us to our emotions, nature, and our belief systems. Poetry infects us with empathy. It has the ability to reach deep within us like the oxygen we breathe, stirring our beating hearts. It can teeter us on the edge of love, lust or hate. Poetry is the light that invites us to listen, read and compare our lives. It can also give us the opportunity to exhale our ignorance, judgments and fears!
For me the question is not “Why Poetry?” but why are you not reading or writing poetry?
“Can your eyes see the need for
deep passionate verse connections
mentally emitting frequencies
while I am breathing out poems
so you can inhale them?”
Jake the poet