Raven Cage Ezine: General Poetry

General Poetry

We Were Created to be Loved

It was a beautiful gift, now a paradise lost

Loneliness is its consequence and it comes at a great cost

Deceivingly, we believe in technology

To save us and provide all that we think we need

We are plugged-in with gadgets gadgets galore

Electricity’s capabilities that cannot be ignored

Computers, microchips, and robots rule the day

But none of them will make the heartache go away

Because we were created to be loved

We have our medications; they load us up on drugs

But these can never take the place of the comfort of a hug

Modern day conveniences designed to assist

Can never flame a fire like a sensuous kiss

Our sophisticated weapons of mass destruction

Do nothing but intimidate, they offer no seduction

While we pretend we too rapidly are advancing

Yet we are far behind in the part of love and romancing

Because we were created to be loved

No invention out there offers truth we can rely on

The secure feeling of a safe shoulder to cry on

No wired computer system will ever dare compare

To the soothing feeling of when your fingers stroke my hair

The world can embrace its motherboards ROMS and RAMS

I want to feel tenderness, and the warmth of a tender hand

Stop climbing the corporate ladder just to get ahead

Instead snuggle close, skin to skin, and hold me instead

Because we were created to be loved

Not so long ago we did not text on a phone

“It is not good for man or woman to be alone

We all need to touch and love one another

To appreciate the gift of sharing with a lover

So much emotion is unwrapped in a simple smile

Why not stay in that moment and lay with me awhile

Put your hands on my skin; I can never get enough

Technology can never replace that feeling of your touch

Because We were created to be loved

Joyce Garner 2016

Still Silent

The sound of silence swaying in the air

But still the screams echo in my ear

A silent whisper haunts me everywhere

Even in my dreams it feeds my fear

We bleed in anger, as we sing our lullaby

We don’t know the truth, we cannot see

We watch and wonder, while the rivers are running dry

A thousand shadows hanging over me

We all see what we wanna see

We ignore what is true but cannot be

What’s illusion? What’s reality?

It all seems so strange to me

We’re still silent

Joyce Garner 2015

THE WHITE PICKET FENCE

I would like to introduce you, to my befuddled muse.

She helps release pent up emotions, by telling about the horrors of domestic abuse.

Although you cannot see her, trust me, she is there.

Appearing unexpectedly, whenever the pains far too much, to bare.

Tragedy struck my life extremely early, while still developing in the womb.

For Daddy did not want me to ever dwell, inside this abusive home.

He too had his problems, fighting demons that refused to flee.

Unfortunately the disease he fought was cast upon him, by so called, powers that be.

Drowning his sorrows in alcohol, tragically ripped our family apart.

Our poor mother suffered at his hands, before my life could even get a start.

Haunted by my earliest memories, practically every single day.

If my creator truly loved me, how come the darkness, never seems to go astray?

Gripping onto the rails attached to the staircase, I witnessed my mother's demise.

Helplessly seeking answers, to try to keep her frail spirit alive.

Wondering still today, if Mama knows just how proud I am, of her.

For she gathered up beastly strength, and kicked him straight to the cold, concrete curb .

It was the end to living in the house, with THE WHITE PICKET FENCE .

Leaving me still today, inquisitively wondering, if it will ever, make any kind of sense.

Don't cry for me, just yet, for there's much more of my story to tell.

For this was the beginning to saving my father's soul, so he would not spend eternity, burning in Hell.

Krista S Clark

Dear Christopher

Goodbye for now, it won't be long,

til I sing you to sleep with a Lullaby song.

Your life was ended, before it began.

I ask for your forgiveness, if there's any way you can.

God showed me his love and set my broken heart free.

My innocence was lost, but son, don't cry for me.

I'll hold you in Heaven, thanks to God's generous grace.

Heaven's your home now, you're in a peaceful place.

Your father wasn't perfect, but I've forgiven him too.

I'm sure he thinks about you, and loves you, like I do.

Watch over your sisters and protect them from harm.

They're both so beautiful; I'm certain they have your charm.

I will miss you, DEAR CHRISTOPHER, until that glorious day.

When God chooses to send me to Heaven, up your way.

I see you, my son, in the arms of our Lord.

If I had known better,

I'd never allowed them to abort. Deep in my heart, I hear you cry.

I love you, so much, wishing I didn't have to say goodbye.

I give you to God, so that I can heal.

He's filled my soul, with your angelic appeal.

Goodbye for now, it won't be long.

Til I sing you to sleep, with a Lullaby song.

Krista S Clark

©June 2016

COUNTRY GIRL

I stumbled upon some mud today, while making memories, with my new best friend.

His fondness for cold, wet dirt, just never seems to come to an end.

Squishy feelings arose in my heart, as we rolled around vicariously.

He might be small, but he is quick; he followed me, right up a tree!

Mommy's probably gonna be mad, that we've made ourselves into such a mess.

What do you expect from a COUNTRY GIRL; I wouldn't be caught in a clean dress!

Someday I'll look back on this day, and laugh uncontrollably.

If not for times like this, how could I write poetry?

Krista S Clark

©June 2016

MASKED

The wrath has fallen upon me in the deep, darkness of the night.

I can no longer hold these demons at bay; they simply must, come into the light.

Time to face my blackened fears, while holding my head extremely high.

Screaming out to the Lord, my God, as I uncontrollably, continue to cry.

I've reached the end of being severely afraid, of the evil desires within my heart.

Flee from my inner being, before you rip my soul, completely apart.

Although you've tried to conquer my all, I'll continually refuse to let you in.

I am MASKED to attract your attention; flee Satan; it is I, who is going to win!

Krista S Clark

©June 2016

empath too

She is in my mirror

In so many views.

So much of me keeps

Space in her loving form.

And why not?

When it comes right down to it, you want to be with the one who "gets" you...

And is okay with absorbing your brilliance, alongside your crazy!

-To be with the one who makes a bed in his heart for your weary spirit.

There, where she can keep you safe as she goes about soothing your pain.

There, where his love becomes you, and you know nothing apart from her complete giving.

The Empath that he is, will be there with the lights lit, and love on the stove always,

even when you've lost all sense of taste.

And that's the conundrum...

You can't give enough back to her, to somehow make you even...

She'll out-love you every step of the way...

It has to be enough to accept her grace with humility...and a grateful nature.

The most beautiful thing is...

This is always enough.

©ricCochran2016

Ambrosia Sunset

Tangerine castles in the sky

lemon chiffon clouds sailing by

it was all a dream, a vision I cried

until I saw a lonely dragonfly

It all began in a mellow morning mist

on a secluded beach, wishing to be kissed

looking for shells, my toes squishing the sand

I heard a voice saying, "Would you care to dance?"

Slowly I turned and what a delightful surprise

a gorgeous man with the deepest blue eyes

blonde and tan as a smile began to form

suddenly I was extremely warm

He had a tattoo of a dragonfly upon his chest

it was spectacular I must confess a

dragon was on one arm and a rose on the other

the dragon winked while the dragonfly began to flutter

Lovely Maiden may your company I keep?

his voice, sweet as honey and so very deep

where did he come from, this man with such charm

I just knew there would be no harm

Silently walking with his arm around my waist

he said your lips so wonderful of them I must taste

totally entranced with his touch on my skin

my senses exploded and I said just begin

Softly, gently at first…his lips touched mine

then more passionately as if we had no more time

"Sweet One" he said, Yes I replied calling him Blue Eyes

"Let's lay on the sand and discover dreams in the sky"

Satin, silky clouds were floating by

watching the sun ebb into the ocean with a sigh

the wind was whispering through the trees

as we lay there caressed by a breeze

We drank of ambrosia much sweeter than wine

his eyes, full of passion, never leaving mine

"We must never forget this enchanted day

My dearest, I soon must go away

Back to my mountaintop where I belong

I cannot stay with you, for this is just wrong

no tears will you shed, I must set my dragonfly free

and I promise every sunset you will see me

When the stars come out every night

my dragon will soon take flight

dancing on moonbeams with you, Lil One

but only until the dawn brings the sun"

He kissed me and then he was gone

but in my heart he left a sweet song

was he a dream, a delicious vision,

or only my vivid imagination

The next evening at sunset I could hardly wait

to see if our souls were destined by fate

as I looked down upon the sand

a dragonfly came and sat on my hand

My heart began to beat so fast

as I knew what he told me had come to pass

a royal purple dragon flew by so majestically

and now we would be together for an eternity

jane kelley

A Little Philosophy

Everything is not, as it seems

Buddhist ontology

not broken themes.

Its epistemology:

Suspicious of Language

Concept formation

a kind of anguish

The Buddhist asks

If 'no philosophy'

is a philosophy itself?

And then it finds

self-referential incoherence

I'm not a follower

But still I think

Buddhism is worth

to be seen in sync

©Mohammad Forouzani

July 2016

Lost

The sandpiper whispers

his throat parched with the sand

he no longer can search for treasures

the ocean's tides never reach the land

The moon-blood red,

the sky is pure white

the stars have all vanished

no longer is there a night

The clouds have all sighed

the winds don't whistle in the trees

the sun shimmers no more

and just sank into the sea

The ocean is tempest tossed

no longer sings it's song

and all of this happened

when I woke and you were gone

Lost and alone each hour

every minute of the day

wondering how could you

just leave me and go away

Silently I walk the shore

a lonely butterfly flutters by

and whispers, Come with me

I know a place where you can cry

He took me to the edge

where the ocean used to flow

saying, unleash your heart

it will free your soul

The pain slivers my heart

the tears drizzle the sand

and I wait, barely breathing

for you to come and take my hand

jane kelley

Sundown, Fall (V2)

By Michael Lee Johnson

Fall, everything is turning yellow and golden.

No wind, Indian summer, bright day,

wind charms with Indian enchantment,

last brides marry before first snowfall,

grass growth slows down, retreats,

bushes cut back with chills, retreats,

haven of the winter grows legs, strong,

learns baby steps, pushes itself

up slowly against my patio door, freezes,

and says, “soon, soon, Spring I’ll be there.”

Winter is sweeping up what is left of fall,

making room for shorter day's longer nights.

I hear the echoes of the change of seasons,

until next sundown sunflowers grow.

California Summer

By Michael Lee Johnson

Coastal warm breeze

off Santa Monica, California

the sun turns salt

shaker upside down

and it rains white smog, humid mist.

No thunder, no lightening,

nothing else to do

except sashay

forward into liquid

and swim

into eternal days

like this.

If I Were Young Again (V3)

By Michael Lee Johnson

Piecemeal summer dies:

long winter spreads its blanket again.

For ten years I have lived in exile,

locked in this rickety cabin, shoulders

jostled up against open Alberta sky.

If I were young again, I’d sing of coolness of high

mountain snow flowers, sprinkle of night glow-blue meadows;

I would dream and stretch slim fingers into distant nowhere,

yawn slowly over endless prairie miles.

The grassland is where in summer silence grows;

in evening eagles spread their wings

dripping feathers like warm honey.

If I were young again, I’d eat pine cones, food of birds,

share meals with wild wolves;

I’d have as much dessert as I wanted,

reach out into blue sky, lick the clouds off my fingertips.

But I’m not young anymore and my thoughts tormented

are raw, overworked, sharpened with misery

from torture of war and childhood.

For ten years now I've lived locked in this unstable cabin,

inside rush of summer winds,

outside air beaten dim with snow.

The Seasons and the Slants (V2)

By Michael Lee Johnson

I live my life inside my patio window.

It’s here, at my business desk I slip

into my own warm pajamas and slippersseek

Jesus, come to terms

with my own cross and brittle conditions.

Outside, winter night turns to winter storm,

the blue jay, cardinal, sparrows and doves

go into hiding, away from the razor whipping winds,

behind willow tree bare limb branchesthey

lose their faces in somber hue.

Their voices at night abbreviate

and are still, short like Hemingway sentences.

With this poetic mind, no one cares

about the seasons and the slants

the wind or its echoes.

Common Church Poem (V4)

By Michael Lee Johnson

Sitting here in this pew

splinters in my butt

I spend hours in silent prayer.

I beg Jesus for a quiet life.

Breathing here is so serene.

Sounds of vespers, so beautiful

dagger, so alone, unnoticed.

You can hear Saints

clear their eardrums

Q-Tips cleanse mine.

I hear their scandals

I review mine.

CINNAMON PAIGE

Bitter and drunk

Cinnamon Paige read a blue block letters

That is an exclusive FRANCHISE of a tattoo parlor

O’ the ravishing night

Evidently has been compelling her

To the cocktail lounge

Yes darkness grips the feeling of Cinnamon

A shadow of intruder visits her imagination

And plants a forbidden kiss on her lips

She startled for the moment

And acknowledged the DIABOLICAL devilment

She acquired about the tattoo that is decorated her body

The same piercing feeling repeatedly enhances her curiosity

A devilish feeling rushes through Cinnamon

Who is He!!

She can fancy the secret place of life

Manifested under human flesh

Resisted the throb of dark night

She saw a scar faced man could pricking

Her old thought again and again

Cinnamon Paige I am

My nightmare vision become real

The master of my darkest dreams

Scream for the unspeakable

And I welcome you all in the DIABOLICAL FRANCHISE WORLD

Live it and feel the extreme darkness..

©® Rainy 2016

I ESPECIALLY thankful to Ryan who has allowed me to use CINNAMON PAIGE name

Here in my poem…this name derives from Ryan’s book .Thank you Ryan.

A STRANGER CALLING

©® Rainysarmistha

A stranger in the dark street

Walking down

With a box full of wishes

Heading towards an unknown destiny!

He is brave enough to enter

In the forbidden trance

That’s called frozen desires

Oh yes the bristle brush

Of his all expectations

Has been deposited

In the dark box of his mind

A stranger indeed

He walks and walks

In the dark night

Alone without any hesitation

The strong experience to meet

His destination

He had buried all his solitude

In the forbidden depth

Of unknown specification

Therefore, walks alone

He named himself as stranger...

Only A Breath Away

by jane kelley © 6/14/04

Look for me in the winter snows

and in spring as rain kisses the air

in shimmering rainbows in a deep blue sky

you'll find my presence there

You’ll find me in the garden

amidst the beauty of May’s perfume

drifting like a dandelion in the breeze

on a sunny day in June

On a hot August night you’ll find me

look among the softly swaying trees

or in the cotton candy clouds

upon a summer breeze

When colors begin to change to gold

in a harvest field I can be found

as autumn nears with it's beauty

and the leaves float silently down

As the icicles hang from glistening trees

and a chill is in the air

just look into the silver moon

you’ll find me lingering there

Look for me in the firelight

in the melodies swirling in your mind

you'll feel me in the memories

and know I am with you through all time

When the sun sinks into the horizon

and shadows creep silently into the night

you’ll find me in your dreams

and I’ll be the morning light

When you feel worried or discouraged

and you get on your knees to pray

you’ll feel me close beside you

I’m just a breath away

YOU ARE A VOICE

You are a voice

God made you a voice,

So you have a voice.

You have a testimony

You are a testimony

You are here to testify.

You have a song

You must sing

You are a song,

God gave you a song.

You are a witness

You are here to witness

God is your witness.

This is your track

The diary of your history

Your book of records,

It bears your story.

Write it down

Sing it, make it happen

You are one, so unique

You are that voice,

The world yearns to hear.

HOLD ON TO YOUR DREAMS

It shatters to lose a parent

It could kill a beautiful dream,

It kills to witness war

It could rend hope apart,

It tears to be raped

It could smash destiny,

It dwindles to be scandalized

It could crush reputation,

It discourages to be gossiped

It could fade respect,

But the future is a mystery

Everything is a teacher

Troubles advance our mentality

Challenges enlarge our strength,

Hold on to your dreams.

Heartbreaks and disappointments

Divorce and widowhood

Spinsterhood and singlehood

All and more, ache

But there is more to life,

A little bit of this

A little bit of that,

Joy and sorrow

Pain and peace,

Trauma and drama

Vices and victories

All, all elevate us

So hold on to your dreams.

Do not take your life

Suicide is not an option,

The heat of torments

The rage of trials

The height of temptations

The peak of evil

The climax of horror

The apex of terror,

All these shape our destiny

Hold on to your dreams.

We capture in adventure

We see in adversity

We grow in quest

We expand in jungle

Your dream must not die

Big or small, tiny or large

Soft or hard, short or long

Nurse it, nurture it

Feed it, grow it

Feature it, announce it

Zoom it, let it boom

TERROISM THE MIS-CREED OF RELIGION

Bonded and yoked partisan

Free, yet enslaved fanatic

Flying a cursed route

Treading a forbidden zone,

Preaching a serpentine gospel

Terrorism, the mis-creed of religion.

Devoted and arrested 'religioner'

Dedicated, committed enthusiast

Ardent, faithful loyalist

Ready, gallant spy

Brave, deceitful viper