Singing Stones

Image Source: Redwoodstone.com

Crumbling mortar and graying bricks

Tumbling down, tumbling down

Covering blighter and singing cricks

Tumbling down, tumbling down

Varying weather and dusting nicks

Tumbling down, tumbling down

Wherefore lingers thy darling

Her moans and screams 

Wherefore augers thy failing

O'er loams it seems

Tumbling down, tumbling down

Tumbling down, tumbling down  

In response to Hedgewitch's Folly Challenge over at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. 

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."

Through The River of Time

"Flowing River" by Sigmar32 (Deviant Art)

Time spins around this world rapidly and slow;

A perfect mixture in the bowl,

That creates realities and memories, good or bad.

It is the ebb of the soul:

Dark light;

That shines our destined path bright.

Nothing sad,

Can eat our time away.

Not when time spins with even flow,

Like a river in May.

This poem was written in response to Kerry's Flash 55 PLUS challenge over at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.

Lavandula

"Single lavendar flower02". Licensed under GFDL 1.2 via Wikimedia Commons - http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Single_lavendar_flower02.jpg#mediaviewer/File:Single_lavendar_flower02.jpg

A Magi of the Canary traveled to Verde

On a quest for milk of the violet mint;

A precious gem native to the Old World.

It is said to be the alchemist's holy grail,

An herb with mystical healing properties

Of the brain and the deprived senses.

The Magi traveled over briny seas

Over temperate mountains,

And through many lands unknown.

He couldn't find this milky whey

No matter which direction he swayed

Until he collapsed upon a bed of flowery.

Nearly asleep a smell enlightened his sight

Opening his mind with a steady calm,

As a shade of blue fell upon his mire.

“Lavandula, my precious desire

I've found you at last.”

This poem was written as a response to Hannah's challenge, Nature's Wonder, over at the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. Lavender seems like the type of flower that gives off loving pheromones that make one desirable, kind of like a perfume.   

Written In The Thorns

"Pink Tiger Lily" Image by Chalet Roome-Rigdon

I'm a blossoming flower:

Lustful and desirable slithering viper

Open-minded, caring of others.

Verdant delicate petals of poison

Eloping laws of nature full bloom.

Pink polka, dots of red

Outside the normal kinship.

Excepting my nerves, a Greek tragedy

Trying to sing aloud in tonal irregularity.

Regular people beware my venomous bite

Yonder the cultural garden in which I write.  

This poem is in response to Mama Zen's Word Count challenge over at the Imaginary Garden. (Exactly 60 words.) 

The Ball At The End Of The Knight

"Clashing Swords" from TV Tropes

Clasped in steel threads

Men at arms facing one another

Like soldiers ready for battle

Armed with swords and shields

Both extensions of their body

In fashionable order they draw

Order and procedure demanding

Taking one step forward

Dead hard glares on the prize

Their enemies closing in

One step at a time

Performing a sort of waltz

Until they're face to face

A war horn sounds off

Let the battle commence.

I'll Share Winter With You

This is a poem that was inspired by Fireblossom Friday's wintry challenge across the way to the Imaginary Garden. Winter is always better shared with each other because we can feel the warmth from each other's words. 

Acadia National Park from Pixabay

Feel the cold chill of the winter

With a warm heart, and sunder

The hills blanketed in the white

And a stream covered in light

Rolling along so close to home

A place full and called wonderland.

Sleeping With The Seeds

I wanted to share this poem with Real Toads for the Tuesday Platform because it is a message that all of us need and deserve to hear. I'm not much of a person for religion, but I do believe that we "reap what we sow" sort of speak. Please pass this poem down and make our world just that much brighter. 

"Faith in the Seeds" from CN Life Ministries

A spot of soil from the earth does spring

A curled and tucked in seed it brings

Cupped in our hand and cradled softly

Gently swayed and rocked into the dirty

To be sprayed down with aqueous care

And in the mist spurts a elegant vine affair.

A seedling reaching up into the clouds

Searching far and wide for fertile growth

Sprouting leaves like branches of a tree

One day reaching further into the sky

As long as a drought doesn't befall

Upon this fertile ground it called home.

Together our will sleeps with the seeds

For in their eyes sparkle the lost wisdom

Their vines reaching out for the poor

Quenching the thirst and hunger that pains

All of the this earth that trembles so easily

Quake in the moment of hushed adversity.

Thought for the Reader: Plant a seed for someone that you care for, and let the future look just that much brighter.

A Chapter of Lightning

This is a poem in response to the Sunday Mini-challenge from the Imaginary Garden. I was motivated to write this piece based loosely off from David Huerta's "Fruit." Enjoy! 

"Lightning Awareness" from the DKI Blog

A single flash covers the sky in white

Streaking across the blackened surface

For a moment there is silence...

The Cloud

This poem was written for the Road Trip challenge in Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads. It holds a lot of value to my childhood because it entails some of the imaginations I had when going for a ride in the car. I'd look out the window and this is what I would see. Enjoy!

"Car Cloud" from Driver Layer

I face the wind before me on this empty cloud

I hold no promises, but I'll get there some how

Where would I go, I don't know

But I know this cloud will bring me there.

Metal Horses

"Cowboy Biker" from Cole's Classic

We are cowboys of the road

Raging forth from the asphalt

Revving the motor our war drum

As we raise our bandannas high

Signs are posted at every pit stop

“Wanted. Dead or Alive.”

Instead of heeding warning we ride

Our colts and mustangs into the wild

Guns a blazing and saddles a roaring

"Man, you gotta go."

In remembrance of Galen Haynes a.k.a. Mr. Knowitall and his Flash 55 brand. I may not have known you personally, but I'm sure your poems were grand!

Mrs. Quill & Mr. Inkpot

“For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.”   

T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

"Quill and Ink" from Gallery Hip

Words hold so much meaning to a quill

Because it gives her a chance to mingle

With the likes of hunky ink pot,

And on occasions where parchment is necessary

The quill and ink mate together well;

Like two rivers swirling in a rapid dance.

As the quill and ink ages through the years

They can look back at what they have wrote

And continue that story into the future.

I mean that is what writing is all about right?

Continuing one's life story from one year

All the way into the next, without regrets.

This is my submission for Imaginary Garden's Happy New Year challenge. 

Untitled

Here is my submission for Get Listed 2014 on the Imaginary Garden. In a way, I attached this story to the previous post that I made earlier, Life Magazine, and could easily be read together. This would be the moral of the story at the end of the rainbow. Enjoy! Happy New Year everyone!

"A Very Britain New Year" by Christmas Tree Shops

When the shadows of the distant past travels up your spine

A sort of tingle grips you from the inside out

In an embrace that is both chilling and full of enamor,

But those shadows are just water under the bridge

Because in the rise of an upcoming step towards the future

We have so much steam, and begin to realize that commodity

Doesn't always fit like a glove, but rather falls short

Of what few possibilities that may be in front of our eyes.

Taking opportunity in mid stride is like sitting on the bed,

Dangling your fit off from the edge of a cliff,

And listening to the musical notes of trepidation

Falling upon the floor-boards gentle as a feather.

Look to the horizon for something beyond near sight,

Upon the bridge of your nose, and take a leap.

Only then will you realize that all the shadows behind you

Are just simple patterns on the wallpaper of life.  

Here are the words that I used for this Real Toads challenge: music, few, grip, feather, glove, steam, embrace, rise, fall, water, shadow, bed.

Question: No question this time, just a Happy New Year wish from me to you, my readers! :)

Rhythm

This is a poem dedicated to the Play It Again, Toads! #12 challenge of revitalizing an archived challenge. For this one in particular I have chosen to revitalize the In Five Minutes or Less challenge.

"Musical Notes" by Pixabay

The heavy drop of the beat

Thump thump thumping

To the rhythm of the strings

Whose stinging slips through

ear holes

In and out of my brain

A symbol tings

with aluminum and brass

The percussion drift so smooth

I guess it is just a one man band

But then again it is simple sounds

Mashed together in perfect harmony

It is like ecstasy to my ears

My secret overdose of drugs

That we call music  

Question: "What tampers with your passions?"

Artistic Interpretations Challenge: Wonder

"Beauty is a form of genius - is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation."  -- Oscar Wilde

This poem is in dedication to the Artistic Interpretations Challenge at the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.

"Landscape Composition" by M. Bednar

As I stand here in wonder

I can't help but to ponder

What is beyond those mountains?

Is it the endless blue sky

Whose clouds soar and fly,

Or the sea of endless mounds

That are upon earthly bounds?

Real Toads Challenge: Year of Memories

"Memories Will Never Fade" by Franzey Fragility
(Frost Box)

This is for the Real Toads challenge Broken Hearts & Auto Parts as posted by Marian. Hope you all enjoy it! :)

It has been a speed-ball this year

Going from one place to another

As if the original didn't matter

Just to look over your shoulder

At the place you used to hover

Just for mere seconds it would seem

Although it had been for a century

Real Toads Challenge: Fighting Is For the Reckless

"Fighting in the Streets"
(Art of Manliness)

Is it plausible that man kind could do

Such a thing as revel in a slew

Of accusatory actions, that will lead

Into a horrible Greek tragedy?

Everywhere there seems to be plight

Devastation in the air, bombs take flight

Shaking the very foundation we stand

Upon a deserted company of land.

What qualms could there be

To break that breaking point

Where weapons are the key

Open Link Monday: A Murder of Crows Left Behind

"Wheatfield With Crows" by Vincent Van Gogh
(Wikimedia)

When I saw the crows that morning

I knew there would be a murder

Nothing too typical, but caustic

Stains on my relished ego.

I can’t help but wonder

About you, who I loved

Those many years…