The Gathering

The World (Impronta Unika)

All around they will come

From distant islands and seas,

Over mountains of shrouded stone,

And misty clouds from above.

Send them a melodious white dove,

Tell them as they roam, 

From within the whisking breeze,

The gathering of time sung.

Baffling and raffling they run

A day which they'll seize

Over the green lands loam

Full of glee and love.

Full of glee and love

Over the green lands loam

A day which they'll seize

Baffling and raffling they run.

All around they will come

From distant islands and seas,

Over mountains of shrouded stone,

And misty clouds from above.

Author's Note: 

This poem is intended to be sung. I'm testing out a new structure that blends syllables of lines and repetition. Hopefully it works out.  

Peanut Butter & Jelly

Remember your favorite sandwich as a kid? You know, the one that your mother served you without the crust and was smothered in delicious marmalade, nut butter, and wild berry sauce. This poem is inspired by the moments when I was younger and pulled a delicious sandwich out from my lunch bag at school, while everyone else had snack cakes or fruit roll ups. Nothing beats a classic peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Thank you Karin Gustafson for this memory inducing challenge over at Imaginary Toads! Enjoy!  

"Classic Peanut Butter and Jelly" Image: IGN Thread

So creamy and desirable, you drive me nuts

Not so much coo-coo for cocoa puffs

More like "would you like wine or peanuts, sir."

A honey stricken delicacy dripping

Upon the buds of a novelty restaurant:

62 West Barker Street; the Hidden Pantry.

Sherlock would be jealous of your perfections;

a colada of wild berries and peaches,

smothered in a nutty hazelnut blanket,

atop two soft mattresses of wheat and rye.

Buds jumping up and down like children,

Shouting on repeat, "its peanut butter jelly time."

The Pretender

Misterwives' song "Vagabond" truly grasped me surprisingly one day, and ever since I've been listening to this song on loop. It seems to speak so much to me in so many different ways. In fact, it inspired me to write this poem that reflects my own personal struggles. I hope that this song and poem helps you embrace the clarity that it provided me. It really is a blessing to have a good sense of music, and have something that can inspire someone to do better.

The sun rises high with nowhere to go

Voices swarming the inside of your head

Telling you to run

Telling you to go go go

This place is a desert void of stars

Sparkling moments of a single night

Brazen by the silver specks of light.

Capturing the wind in your hair

Voices swarming inside your head

Telling you to run

Telling you to go go go

To a place of solitary ocean breezes

Swimming among the foamy waves

Grasping the dolphin's fin like aero-planes.

You're pretending to not feel alone

You're running from the past

And low hold the night's mist

Covering your face in the twilight

Up and down your insides overwhelmingly go

Telling you to go go go

A vagabond among the winds of change.

Running so far away from your hometown

Throwing those pages into the walls

Through cracks of cement locked tight

Trying to forget, but can't seem to let go.

Memories like a hurricane rushing through

And paralyzes you in a window still pain

Building castles around your suffering.

The sun rises high with nowhere to go

Voices swarming the inside of your head

Telling you to run

Telling you to go go go

This place is a desert void of stars

Sparkling moments of a single night

Brazen by the silver specks of light.

Shake those demons off and rise up up up

Capture the light of the moon in silver streams

Instead of running down down down

And feeling low low low

You're a vagabond searching for a dream

Every day a struggling uphill battle

Against the winds softening your skin.

Gently He Weeps

"Crescent Moon" Image from PixShark

Little boy blue once beckoned the moon,

Calling out like a wolf in the night,

Yet no call echoed back to him.

So he sat there in silence,

Cold and downtrodden,

Waiting for his time.

My dearest boy,

Why must you cry so?

Do not weep for me alone.

Do not worry yourself to death.

For I'm your matron mother in the sky,

And I will always lift you up from the ground.