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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 54
Between WorldsPage 3 of 15    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15)
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peace

occasionally i find it difficult
to leave the reverie
that sustains me

the inner world
the alone place
that pleases me so well

sometimes
everywhere else
is chaos

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 55
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/28/2007 7:17:29 AM
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What If...?

What if love
could be bought
at the corner store...

It would be nestled
in a bed of white satin,
tucked into a striped box,
tied with a red ribbon,
and would cost
99 cents.

I would buy two.

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cdn/08jul07
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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 56
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/28/2007 11:53:20 AM
Thanks, Salty. "Peace" is a true reflection of just how comfortable I feel in my third-floor dusty garret. :)

* * * * *

sunbeam

once in awhile
nothing matters
but to breathe
and know the sun

welcome warmth
slides across skin
leaving shimmering trails
that lead nowhere

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cdn/09jul07
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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 57
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/28/2007 12:21:45 PM
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Trust

The fall into love begins as
A hypnotizing drift, born in a smile....
Quickens into breathless exhilaration...
Touch forces a heart-stopping pulse-racing tailspin...
Rapidly accelerating earthward
at supersonic heart-speed.

Catch me?

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cdn/28jul07
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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 58
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/29/2007 3:03:11 AM
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Alive

Alive
within this imperfect body
within this restless heart
within this unquiet mind
lies a ferocious spirit.

Brook no resistance
against the demons of the past.
For they are weak and powerless.

They will gather and circle.
They will nip at your heels,
and fill your head with
noise and nonsense.

They will whine and whimper.
They will tell you stories
of their heartache and their sorrow.
They will show how you alone
have inflicted all of their wounds,
how you alone have caused
all of their grief and misery.

But the demons cannot penetrate
a determined countenance
and a resolute constancy....

Let them growl and grumble.
Watch them coalesce
and divide.

They cannot breach your ferocious spirit.
They have no power
but what you give them.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 59
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/29/2007 3:08:10 AM
A couple more brought back from Old Souls....

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Shall we be reborn
in an instant's reckoning?
Living beyond boundaries
both physical and temporal....

I dreamt once
of a young woman
who drew water from a wooden sluice.
Her burdens were many and her pleasures few.
As she aged,
her hands twisted and knotted
with unexpressed grief and anger,
and she laid on her deathbed,
with her family gathered 'round.

I dreamt once
of a young man
who overlooked the labours of many.
He strove to see the good in all,
yet witnessed a murder
that confronted him
with the reality of evil.
His life ended in fear and despair
as the wicked exacted their revenge.

These are only two
of those who comprise
the whole of me.

And all those who surrounded the woman and the man
in their separate lives and times
surround me still.

* * * * *

Broken, whole
Ebb and flow
Evil, good
Darkness to light
Happiness and grief...

All these define the edges
of our reality....
and we dance within the confines,
creating a lyrical web of complex threads
leading backwards and forwards,
and connecting us to...
all.

Is it an endless journey without reprieve?
I know not the answers nor the purpose,
yet I trust that all will come clear
in time.

I search for clarity, wisdom, peace....
I tread lightly through the forest.
I feel the wind at my back, pushing me ever forwards,
to a future both unknown and unknowable.

I rejoice in the beauty of all
and I dream beyond.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 60
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/29/2007 10:13:29 AM
Experimenting with some different storytelling ideas. Been working on this one for awhile now....

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The Quest

The forest engulfs.
Darkness obscures my path,
both behind and ahead.

Steel is sheathed at my side,
yet it glints still in the rays of the rising sun.
I have ridden far from thee this day,
yet my quest drags me onward
relentlessly...
and I dare not withdraw.

I crouch at the stream
(softly softly)
and give thanks
before assuaging my thirst,
then begin the task of
washing away the wounds.
Blood still stains my palms,
soaked through my leather gloves.
Too much of this blood is mine own, I fear.

As sleep overtakes me
I allow my mind to wander,
remembering...
the touch of your hand
the warmth of your smile
the beauty of our joining.

For only one brief moment,
I allow the ache for you
to emerge into consciousness,
the point no wider than a dagger's thrust,
but as deep as the blackness of beyond.

It will be long ere I see thee again.

Release.
I rest now.
There will be need again of my sword
ere night falls.

* * * * *

With an incautious display of ill temper,
I grasp the reins roughly and dig my spurs into the sides
of my usually placid steed.

Thoughts of peace and contentment lost
must not be allowed to distract me
from the pressing needs of this day.
Complacency and dreaminess
are poor companions for a lone warrior
with danger all around.

I do love thee, certainly, my sweet….
but if last night’s battle was any indication,
this mindless intrusion of weakness….
this feeble remembrance of past affections….
will serve me no good purpose.

I think instead of the dozen or more vile creatures
that had attacked without warning,
howling in hatred and anger,
nearly unseating me before I could draw my sword
and neatly guillotine those nearest.
The others quickly fled,
but not before delivering me
a nasty wound that oozes yet.

I brush away the intruding thoughts
as if so many cobwebs
trailing across my face,
and grimly set my vision to the horizon.
I ride hard and fast to escape the worries that chase me,
pounding hoofbeats reverberating through my heart and soul….
and finally emerge from the wood just as the light begins to fade.

And….just as my instructions have indicated….
the gate looms ahead.

A massive towering construction of black iron bars
that leaves me breathless and momentarily aghast
at the thought of the seemingly futile task ahead.

Even though time is short,
I guide my steed into a protected glade,
dismount quietly, leave her to graze,
and build a small and unobtrusive fire.

From inside my cloak,
I carefully extract a pouch of fragrant herbs.
One pinch into the flames
brings a small explosion of silver and purple sparks
that dissipates quickly into the night sky,
accompanied by a few uttered words
in the ancient tongue.
The blessings of the Lady are graciously received,
with the promise that I shall be protected from harm
in the hours to come.

* * * * *

I tread forth onto the abandoned ramparts,
glad of the soft leather moccasins
that both cushion and quiet my careful steps.
The decision that only a single warrior should come was a good one, I perceive.
My compatriots in the League had loudly disagreed
with the Council’s accord,
and some had vociferously argued against the choice
of one so young as I.

But, in the end, the evidence of my bloodline brooked no quarrel.
For I am the youngest daughter of the youngest daughter of the youngest daughter
of the Great Enchantress.
Thrice over has my honour and obligation been so determined.
This task, therefore, undeniably falls to me,
and I shall not sink under its weight.

Clearly, just as the Oracle has foretold,
there is no indication
that the denizens of this place
are expecting company.
I watch them scurry back and forth,
and choose a quiet moment to slip unnoticed
through a carelessly unguarded archway
into the shadowy interior of the crumbling abbey.

I am instantly overcome.

An onrush of sublime reverence surges through me,
swirls around my body like a sparkling, dust-strewn zephyr…
and I am filled with awe-inspiring devotion and loyalty.
No matter how much these creatures
have attempted to desecrate her divinity,
this place still belongs to the Lady.

Indeed, her light shines here yet.
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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 61
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/30/2007 2:38:32 AM
Did you know they recently unearthed a 2000-year-old bowling lane in an archaeological dig south of Cairo? LOL!

* * * * *

Knights of steel
thunder through the skies,
riding hard beyond the horizons,
steeds hard-pressed
to maintain the pace.

Driven by insanity,
driven by fear,
driven by despair...
cloaks billow out behind,
swords clang at sides.

A battle awaits
that none may escape....
A blackness of hatred
-filled hearts...
A dense fog of venom
-filled thoughts...

We dare not cower
before this enemy.
Tarry not.
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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 62
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/30/2007 5:10:41 AM
Wow! Great action-packed adventure! I smiled all the way through it...
Do you write these "on the fly"? They're really really good. :)
 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 63
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/31/2007 12:27:13 AM
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Demons

Demons we fight as
yesterday's grip tightens...
Release eludes.
Tomorrow's promise still misty,
beyond the limits of our gaze.

Stuck between worlds
without guidance,
drifting, compasses lost.

Be not troubled. Have faith.
Night is falling.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 64
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/31/2007 6:46:47 AM
^^ This is a subject matter that seems to come easily to you, Keith. And don't deny the humorous ones.... I think it's good to experiment with all kinds of different forms. How long have you been writing?

Not much new stuff from me this week. Here's another dark one from the vault....


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Desperate

Twisting, writhing...
knotted in discomfort, disbelief, discontent.
Spirit flees, unknowing...
Confusion, diffusion, retribution
Settles through.

Pain and madness....
Run rampant,
No stopping....
Desperate for understanding.
None comes.

The silence drowns.
A hand reaches out but no one is there.
Sliding into oblivion,
Slipping into the abyss
Of misdirection.

Spirit, return to me.
I crave thy warm embrace,
Thy gentle wisdom,
Thy undemanding care.
Stop thy flight.

The winds and the skies
Shelter me no more
Without you.

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cdn/25mar07
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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 65
Between Worlds
Posted: 8/1/2007 1:07:52 AM
Thank you so much, Jules.... Glad you dropped in. :)

* * * * *

In My Life Love Means to Me...

In my life love means to me....
A smile that gently warms,
A burst of contagious laughter,
The gift of poetry and music,
And kisses.

In my life love means to me....
An expansion of spirit,
A soul forged with wonder,
A heart unbound by borders,
Or obstacles.

In my life love means to me....
Finding where you belong,
Dancing among the stars,
Joining with the cosmos,
And moonlight.

In my life love means to me....
Friendship that exceeds expectations,
Acceptance that bestows freedom,
Tenderness, desire, enchantment....
And daydreams.

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cdn/23mar07
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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 66
Between Worlds
Posted: 8/1/2007 11:34:24 AM
I like "Cornwall" very much, Keith.... especially:


Reaching the joining of land and loud crashing life,
Booming and rushing in, competing with the strong winds,
For my livened and battered senses.


I love the seaside. Spent a week at Barmouth, Wales, in June.... haven't made it to Cornwall yet.... I've been writing for about a year and a half....strangely enough, since my last relationship ended. Must be something about heartbreak that brings out the poets in us. :) I write all kinds of stuff too....all over the map. But my writing comes in spits and spurts.... I go through spells where I think I'll never write again (like now! haha), and then there'll be a week or two or three when I just can't STOP.

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Shadows

Hiding in the darkness,
where art thy courage?
Shadows gather there as well,
and even though unseen
You cannot hide from their tainted spell.

Living amongst the shadows...
Wherein is the joy?
For sunshine and laughter are cruelly absent
and life's loves torn asunder.

Come out from your dark place
and walk towards the light,
For in so doing
you will always
leave the shadows
behind.

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cdn/22mar07
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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 67
Between Worlds
Posted: 8/2/2007 2:29:15 AM
Bringing this one back from Old Souls.

* * * * *

Burnt

The echoes drive me
from wall to wall....
escape this accursed place before I fall.
Voices scream, cry, curse....
How long till I realize that the voice is my own?
Eyes empty....pain overwhelming.
How long till I understand that my raving falls on deaf ears...?
that insanity is just a state of mind,
and that approach is imminent?

There is no rescue,
there is no survival....
but for that which I wrench up
from the inner core of my being deep....
Fingers gripped around the single source,
the light of the spirit,
from which I can arise again...

I stand in the fire.
I burn in the flames until only ash remains.
And the only sound
that permeates the stillness
is a single heartbeat.

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cdn/01aug07
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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 68
Between Worlds
Posted: 8/2/2007 2:34:06 AM
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Listen

Listen.
The wind soughs through the highest branches.
The leaves and boughs murmur a greeting
and a farewell....
The earth breathes.

Listen.
The waves swoosh up onto the beach
and then retreat....
A never-ending motion.
The earth breathes.

Listen.
Do you hear the heartbeat?
Over six billion souls in unison.
It is the pulse of humanity.
The earth breathes.

Our aloneness is only eclipsed
By the recognition of our
Togetherness.

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cdn/19mar07
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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 69
Between Worlds
Posted: 8/3/2007 2:44:52 AM
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Tuesday
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Tuesday
One in the afternoon
The corner of Aldwych and Kingsway

A relentless flow of people
Clutching their umbrellas and briefcases,
Collars up against the cold,
Heads down
Eyes averted.

I pause....stop....
To think a moment about
The choices offered here....
I could go north to the Museum,
south to the Thames,
east to the Library
..........(no, I don't wish to work anymore today),
or west to my favourite cafe.

The surge of the crowd
is forced to separate and go around me.
A man wearing a black trenchcoat,
A piercing stare,
An angry mouth,
A sullen expression,
Glares as he steps around me,
Frustrated that I've made him look up
and take two extra
(and completely unnecessary!)
steps.

Don't I know that he's late?
Don't I realize that his prime concerns
are the size of his bankbook
and the timing of his next appointment?

I'm trapped in a nightmare of neoliberal madness...
in a city whose future
is stuck on fast-forward.

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cdn/20mar07
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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 70
Between Worlds
Posted: 8/3/2007 6:22:14 AM
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Wishes

I wish
I could open your heart
and find soft white feathers inside.

I wish
I could walk with you along a river of innocence
and lift your spirit across the water.

I wish
I could stride across the rainbow
and lose your pain amongst the shining colours.

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cdn/03aug07
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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 71
Between Worlds
Posted: 8/3/2007 2:31:38 PM
^^^ Beautiful words, Lacrymosa. Thank you so much for leaving them here. :)

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White

A moment's sigh...
a softness of sound
that brings life into focus.

Breathe.
Inhale the essence.

From within the darkness of your mind,
watch the white light enter,
permeating pores, flowing into corners.
Watch the light expand.
Brilliance fills the spirit
with an enlightenment
that can never fade.
Search out the source.

Speak softly without words.
Hear the waves that make no noise.
Learn from the source that knows no boundaries.

A moment's gasp.
Wisdom inside.
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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 72
Between Worlds
Posted: 8/4/2007 2:54:35 AM
Thanks for stopping in, Om. A pleasure to welcome you to Between Worlds. :)

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Sail Away

Sail away with me, my darling, to a misty distant land
We'll ride the waves together....walk the beach hand in hand.
There will be no need for artifice, nor pretense set upon
Masks will be tossed away, and new dreams will be spun.

Let the ocean bring us closer than we have ever been before
The relentless motion of the water upon this magical shore
The pale early mornings....the fiery moonlit nights
Dream with me beyond the horizon...let your spirit take flight.

Come with me, my darling....dream with me as we sleep.
Our love will rise unbounded, our roots will burrow deep.
We'll make a home near the water, palm fronds upon bamboo
We'll gather seeds for a garden, tend it lovingly, me and you.

Keep this dream with you, my darling....as we drift upon the waves
For what would we be without dreams to keep the world at bay?
Close your eyes, my sweet....build sandcastles in the air.
Let peace wash through your body....and remember the joy that awaits us there.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 73
Between Worlds
Posted: 8/5/2007 2:01:41 AM
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Of What Beauty Is Love?

Of what beauty is love?

Is it formed from crystals and diamonds,
emeralds and pearls....
Is it velvet and silk,
a soft touch on the skin,
the warmth of an embrace....

Is it made of sunshine and morning dew,
Glittering on blades of grass
and cupped within the tulip's bloom...
Is it found in rainstorms,
castles in the clouds,
the spray of the surf,
a baby's smile,
a lover's sigh....

Yes.
Find it here,
in all of these places and more.
Love's beauty
surrounds all,
encompasses all,
surpasses all.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 74
Between Worlds
Posted: 8/6/2007 1:06:48 AM
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An Unfinished Conversation

The coffee cups steam between them,
fingers touch inadvertently as they reach for the sugar.
“Have you been well?”
“How was your day?”
“Isn’t this crazy weather?”
The words that fill the void.

They sip and smile.
“How is your family?”
“Will you be busy next week?”
“Did you hear there’s a new film showing?”
Words exchanged between friends.

The coffee cups are empty now.
“I really must go.”
“Yes, me too.”
He helps her with her coat,
gently touches her hair,
lifts her hand,
brings her fingertips to his lips.
A pause.

“Sweetheart, did you know that….?”
His voice trails off and he shakes his head,
then counts out coins for a tip.

She touches his sleeve.
“Darling, I wonder if….?”
She hesitates,
tucks a wisp of hair behind her ear,
sighs,
and puts on her gloves.

As they leave the café,
the waitress, with one quick motion,
sweeps their unspoken words from the table
like so many toast crumbs.

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cdn/21mar07
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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 75
Between Worlds
Posted: 8/7/2007 3:14:46 AM
^^^ Sizzlin', Keith. Thanks!

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The Wolves Howl

The wolves howl.
Their wailing echoes and reverberates
through the encircling hills.
Snowy blusters fill the crevices
Of the icy banks.

The elder Grey stands resolute,
alert, suspicious.

The blizzard had raged for days.
The temperatures continue to plummet
as the wind whips up and down the slopes,
bringing fresh flurries with every gust.
The pack huddles closer for warmth,
females and whelps crowded together,
the smallest of them jumbled in a clumped mass of fur
that made it impossible to tell where one pup ended
and the next began.

Twilight falls.
The lone Grey howls.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 76
Between Worlds
Posted: 8/8/2007 2:59:16 AM
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The Only Path Ahead

The only path ahead
is through admission of our weaknesses,
confronting our inner selves,
recognizing the redundancy of
Our separate solitudes.

We are all fragile,
Yet our spirits are unyielding.

Give up to me your sadness,
Your fears, your tears,
Your loneliness, your despair...
As I give you mine.

Reach into my eyes
with your drenched spirit gaze.
Do you not see the truth therein?
Neither shadows nor blindness can penetrate here.

Let time sweep us into tomorrow,
where love is created anew,
where strength builds through togetherness.
We will be safe
in the arms of the universe.

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cdn/19 mar07
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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 77
Between Worlds
Posted: 8/8/2007 4:39:58 PM
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Who Am I...?

Who am I...?
But a weary traveller
Searching for a path
That has no beginning or end.
Where shall I start?

Patience guides my steps.

So many others
Have gone this way before....
Did they reach their goal?
I see the evidence of their passing,
Crushed leaves, dislodged branches,
Boughs bent heavy 'neath the weight of their burden.
Birds scatter and depart
As I approach.

Wisdom brought me here.

I come in search of simple answers
to complex questions.
Should I define my existence
Only by what is within?
Where do I end, and where do you begin?
Can answers be contained within this earthly body?
I think not.

Life knows no boundaries.

Come with me, my friend.
Enter me. Become one with me.
Allow the answers to wash through your soul.
Just as the surf washes the sand clean,
So too should you be content.

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cdn/19mar07
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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 78
Between Worlds
Posted: 8/9/2007 1:39:07 AM
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Doubt Not

Doubt not
that the universe hears your plea.
Love fills the void between here and there
between heaven and earth
between you and me....

Love is a current of desire
that pulls us to the sea,
you only need to enter the water
and give yourself up to the waves
to feel its power.

Love is measured by
the depth of your belief.
Love is the shimmering thread
that joins your heart
with your soul.

Reach out.
Love is there.
Experience love.
Feel love.
Be love.

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