Forever it shall take

These eyes have seen such splendid sights
I have felt in my hands those glorious delights
of those daffodils growing six feet high
and reaching for the northern lights

The endless warm days of brightened blue skies
that shimmered the gold in mothers’ green eyes
A gift of new life that doubled the shine
of the moon as I knew as she winked at the night

I have wished for certain nights to never find end
for the oceans to part and the world to descend
While screaming at the sky in furious contempt
for a safe place to lay a child’s weary head

These feet have been content, I must say
to swerve and to sway,
to be walking briskly away
From rock to rock and from orchard to plain
leaving only footprints, taking only the same

This heart hears what it can’t yet comprehend
for this, my dear, is how it always has been

I know nothing of you,
not your laugh or your scent
Those hypnotizing eyes of yours,
I’ve most certainly not yet met

I know of you in blurred pixilated pieces,
in eventual exchanges of theological thesis’

Embedded in the red ink of love letters
Within the spinning of moons,
among planets and forevers

The memories of your unspoken verbs
echoed in tales I’ve not yet heard

Perhaps you are an ocean that runs far and wide
or the shivers and chills of a cold New York night

A grand canvas painting hung in a palace of Spain
or the sweet smell of cut grass just after the rain

Perhaps you are everything that cannot be named

These bones do now promise
as they never have before
Of this one thing unknown,
they are most certainly quite sure

Should you find me today
beneath this bright summer sky
or worlds away
on a brisk winter night

If it should take forever
then forever it shall take
This heart will faithfully wait for you
as only for you was it made

 Orig Pub 2009 – Yahoo! – Alexandra E. Gulkin

Gravity

Planets are moving
To satisfy moons
Keeping gravity,
In check.
In tune.

The ocean is twirling
To nurture its’ sand
Hydrogen and oxygen
Secretly holding hands

Solar winds and satellites
Attracted in galactic tide
Cosmic carbon,
Constellations.
Elemental configurations.

As the sun brings a new day
To relieve a tired moon
I promise now and forever
To do the same for you

 

First Poetry Feature via My Blog Guest

It Dares You To Share

(A My Blog Guest Poetry Premier!)

Going up and going down in this crazy, calm world.
Floating over the attached world we live and die in.
With no and every cause to change and stay the same,
We stay and go while we sit and stare.

Waking and sleeping into a world of reality and dreams.
Hearing in silence while speaking wordlessly,
The days go by and stop in place.
Creativity is hard to see with easy eyes to miss it.
Around and through we jump and still.
Never be the days that are always around.

As we go over the hills and through the woods,
To our grandmother’s house we go.
It stings the toes and bites the nose.
As over the ground we go, to where the sidewalk ends.
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight.

The place where the sidewalk ends is where I met a Raven.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As if someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, ‘tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more.”

As they say to others, but don’t at all:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

So Mary has a little lamb with its fleece as white as snow,
But everywhere we travel now, we’re not sure where to go.

With money and time never enough,
We fight with days and long nights.
Together we flock in our floating worlds.
Cemented in spaces that are firmly held.

Never time to run away with always a time to stay.
Live and love and learn to say,
With words as soft and warm as day.
To always run and fly away,
The grandma and raven to us we fray.
As the sidewalk ends and Mary way,
To a good night of gentle we shouldn’t sway.
Being of us and we of they,
Tonight and always we have to play.

So visit and live with room to think,
Strangely, sleep is often the final link.

This uniquely compiled piece is a poem featuring combinations of lines from multiple famous authors such as Shel Silvertein and Edgar Allen Poe.

The first two and last two stanzas are composed solely by Miscelleana Rhinehart.

(with words mixed in throughout to make the lines fit together.)

About The Author:
Miscelleana Rhinehart is a passionate writer, sharing her thoughts with descriptive words and creatively strung sentences. Visit her imagined thoughts and Reed more.

Impatient Liles

Impatient Lilies

Watching lilies, impatient
As they break through new ground
Cementing their roots
To its’ tempestuous sound

Of the workmen,
Now waking
To tie up their boots

Of the sirens,
now screaming
To be on mornings’ news

Whistles will blow
From the trains as they pass
To disturb your soft pedals
As they cling to the grass

Those bustling nights,
Now constant with screams

Guilts the sweet pedals of innocent white
As they slowly dim to a cowering cream

The emphatic greed,
Your stem now reflects

Destroys the sweet silence
You once lived to protect

Alexandra E. Gulkin

The Deception of Mind

 

The Deception of Mind

I keep packing my bags

Chasing a life I will never know

Missing the things I never had

Getting weaker as I grow

 

Isn’t it funny,

The deception of mind?

Those memories falling

Into the small cracks of time

 

Lost in riddles and puzzles

And morphing design

Left to lie on blank spaces

In empty crossword lines

 

Isn’t is funny,

The subjection of time?

Those years lost to moments

Dissolved into wine

 

Aren’t you leaving,

Aren’t you gone,

Why must this ghost keep carrying on?

 

What is there that I wouldn’t give

What is there that I wouldn’t do,

To escape forever

This possession of you

 

Isn’t it funny,

The delusion of change?

I’ve been running for years

And still remain in this place

 

Naive in belief to be gaining ground

That strength will build as trials surmount

 

Self –deception is the most dangerous town

Those needs for mirage to keep the mind sound

 

Isn’t it funny,

The illusion of space?

In land and in homes

In the places we go

 

In the moving and chasing

In the running away

Just to wake the next morning

In the very same place

 

Aren’t you leaving,

Haven’t you gone?

Why must this ghost keep on carrying on?

 

What is there that I wouldn’t give

What is there that I wouldn’t do,

To escape forever

This possession of you

 

Alexandra E. Gulkin


Trepidation

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Trepidation in every step
Whether I am going
Or whether I have left
To escape this tortured fate
I will run further than I’ve breath

Now that I fear to lose you
Soon you will find that I have gone
Hesitation will be moving these feet
Walking me home to this nameless street

The dark alley left empty
Always waiting for me

I have seen the right love
In all the wrong faces
I’ve been waking up lost
In the furthest of places

Now that I have seen it
Or now that I have proof
The same uncertain apprehension
Awakens that sleeping desperation
In the fear of all that I may lose

Bringing me back to this barren room
Where the silence screams an infinite truth

Trepidation moves my every step
Determined indecision between right and left
Preparing for the bottom to fall from my feet
Throwing me down
On that familiar dark street

The dark alley left empty
Always calling for me

Now that I have been given
Or now that I have been theft
This eternal hesitation
Will be my one and only true regret

 

Published Oct 15, 2010

Associated Content Contributor:

Alexandra E. Gulkin

Sunshine, begone, I will have no more of thee.

Sunshine, begone.

Sunshine, please yield your bright light,

Imposing fraudulent joy onto the sky;

Laughing at your own reflecting shine,

Denying the weeping of our burning eyes.

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I miss the clouds. Today would be a great day for overcasted skies. I find such solace in the writings of Alfred Lord Tennyson. I’ve been reading through a collection of Tennyson’s best work that was published in 1893. How much things change, and how much they stay they truly do stay the same.

Reading these beautiful poems written over a century ago I’m finding that the evolution of mankind allows for the soul to still be in some way, timeless. There is a comfort in knowing that mankind has always known the same feeling of sorrow. and joy.  That the soul has always carried a heart that longs in hunger and a mind that seeks answer to its’ own wonders.

Song: A Spirit Haunts by Alfred Lord Tennyson (an excerpt)

My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves, And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year’s last rose. Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i’ the earth so chilly; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily.

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This song is one of the many beautiful little ditties by

Jonah Montranga.

 

“Fathers and daughters, mothers and sons.

What came before and what will go on?

The memory of the night, the question of dawn,

In some little way one saves the next.”

 

More About this Artist At: http://jonahmatranga.com

Not Yet Wonderful Things

A love of my understanding…

A Dusk Till Dawn Diary Dedication…

these eyes have seen such splendid sights

i have felt in my hands those glorious delights

of daffodils growing six feet high

and reaching for the northern lights

the endless warm days of brightened blue skies

that shimmered the gold in mothers’ green eyes

a gift of new life that doubled the shine

of the moon as i knew as she winked at the night

these lips have screamed at the sky in furious contempt

for a safe place to lay a childs’ weary head

I have wished for certain nights to never find end

for the oceans to part and the world to descend

these feet have been content, i must say

to swerve and to sway, to be walking briskly away

from rock to rock and from orchard to plain

leaving only footprints and taking only the same

this heart hears a whisper it can’t quite yet comprehend

for this is how it always has been

i know nothing of you,

not your laugh or your scent

those hypnotizing eyes of yours,

i most certainly have not seen

still sometimes when mine do close,

I can see you looking back at me

i only know of you in these pixilated pieces

eventual exchanges and theological thesis’

embedded in the red ink of passionate letters

of the spinning of moons and planets and forevers

the memories of your unspoken verbs

in the fascinating tales i have not yet heard

perhaps you are an ocean that runs far and wide

or the shivers and chills on a cold new york night

a grand canvas painting hung in a palace of spain

or the sweet smell of cut grass just after the rain

perhaps you are everything that could never be explained

these bones do now promise

as they never have before

of this one thing unknown

they are most certainly quite sure

in all this mind’s been dreaming

in all that these eyes have proved

it is only a love of my understanding

that has shown the strongest truth

so if you should find me today

under this bright summered sky

or if it may be a world away

on a dimly lit cold winter night

if it should take forever

then forever it shall take

this heart will faithfully wait for you

As only for you was it made

Your prayers. They’re not fables.

Let the Little Ditties Begin!

The Gulkin Gazette Presents:

The Killers ‘My List’

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Dusk Till Dawn Diary

The KillersMy List

Songwriters:

Mark August Stoermer

Brandon Flower

Dave Brent Keuning,

Jr. Vannucci

I need those eyes to tide me over
I’ll take your picture when I go

It gives me strength and gives me patience
But I’ll never let you know

I got nothing on you baby
But I always said I try

Let me show you how much I care
Cause sometimes it gets hard
And don’t she know

Don’t give the ghost up

just clench your fist
You should have known by now

you were on my list

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The Killers

The Killers are definitely one of my all time top five.  The lyrics of this little ditty brought a few sappy tears to my eyes earlier. I’ve only recently discovered that as my life has moved along its path, I’ve always been able to find a disturbingly reliable state of contentment and sweet solace in the simplicity of loneliness… surrounded by self-fabricated walls of smoke, mirrors and illusions of self-defense.

There is no risk within loneliness, no investment that your heart has to trust someone else with.  I have spent twenty (something) years comforted by disarray, with the safety that I somehow skewed from isolation, the clutching power of self preservation.  In regard to love, I had it all figured out…

Until I stumbled upon true love for the first time, that is.  I know now that in regard to love, I didn’t know a single thing to be true.  My self-preservation imploded with the introduction of you.     (I’m so glad)

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SYNC!