RAINFOREST

A wondrous hidden realm exists

Within this world of emerald dreams,

Where spirits of the forest sigh

As ancient giants touch the sky

And summon forth the swirling mists.

Then Nature's mystery unfolds

Inside this pristine paradise,

For when the mists so gently fall,

The forest spirits, one and all,

Descend from arborescent eaves

To stand beneath the dripping leaves

And breathe the precious breath of life.

So grateful for this fleeting chance

To join the elemental dance,

From side to side they softly sway,

And then they slowly turn away,

To disappear with silent steps

Into the jungle's darkest depths.

THE HUMMINGBIRD

His agile form streaks into sight,

Then hovers there before your eyes;

This fragile master of the skies

Discovers blossoms in delight!

He savors nectar while in flight,

This clever bird of enterprise;

He wavers, then he swiftly flies,

And never once does he alight!

This gorgeous gleaming jewel so fair,

With whirring wings and wondrous ways,

Has bearing far beyond compare!

And for just seconds, he conveys

A stirring gift to those who share

His daring aerial displays!

BERSERKER

The murder rages in his eyes,

His mighty hands wield bloody sword;

The scourge of the retreating horde,

He pierces hearts with savage cries!

He cares not if he lives or dies,

This fearsome, frenzied martial lord;

The thrill of combat his reward,

His violence intensifies!

Beneath his feet thrash stricken foes,

Before him men withdraw in fright;

He crushes all with mortal blows!

He scorns his weak opponents' plight

And expedites their dying throes;

He revels in eternal fight!

THE NORSEMEN

They sail their ships to distant shores,

And there they disembark in scores,

To venture forth in martial stride

And terrorize the countryside!

They send fierce landsmen to their graves,

And seize the fairest girls as slaves;

They ransack villages in turn,

And what remains, remains to burn!

They gather all that they can take,

And leave destruction in their wake.

Then they upon slain creatures dine,

And slake their thirst with stolen wine;

And after they consume their draft,

They stagger back to board their craft

And sail home to northern lands,

The spoils of combat in their hands.

THE MEDIC'S TEARS

A badly wounded soldier lay

Upon the field where he fell;

The fragments of a mortar shell

Had paralyzed him in the fray.

I knew he had not long to stay

Before he left this living hell;

I bade this brave young man farewell,

And yet his eyes still looked my way.

I knew he was in agony,

And so I couldn't leave his side;

I longed for death to set him free.

In painful misery I cried,

While he just watched me, quietly;

Then, ever quietly, he died.

MY HEART SHALL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU

My love for you illuminates

The darkest depths of my despair;

You'll never need mere written words

To know how much I really care.

I never meant to cause you harm,

My kindred spirit, sweet and true;

Through life and death, and far beyond,

My heart shall always be with you.

L'ETOILE D'OR

I gazed upon her from afar

And knew at once that I was lost;

This rare and gorgeous golden star

I had to have at any cost!

She beckoned to me from the skies,

And quickly I began to climb;

I soon discovered, with surprise,

Endeavors such as this take time!

She burns so brightly in my heart,

I want her each and ev'ry night,

And though we still are miles apart

I keep her always in my sight;

This lovely golden star of mine,

I know she'll never cease to shine!

ASTRID

She joins me on the meadow green,

A flower in her golden hair;

Her slender, well-shaped form is clean,

Her radiant complexion fair!

She's really such a pretty sight,

This gorgeous girl whom I adore;

She smiles in the morning light,

And instantly my spirits soar!

Unto the silver peaks we stroll,

Upon a glorious ascent,

And presently we reach a col

Whereon she whispers her intent.

She knows this alpine country well,

And laughingly she takes my hand;

From rocky pass to wooded dell,

She leads me through this wondrous land...

Until we reach a hidden glen

Unlike all others we have passed;

A place unknown to other men,

Where we can be alone at last!

We lay upon a clover bed

Beside a sparkling mountain stream,

And on my chest she rests her head,

My lovely blue-eyed Nordic dream!

SIERRA DAWN

I wake in the glade where the stream meets the clover,

And quietly rest upon Nature's sweet bed;

While moonlight is fading, the night not yet over,

I wonder what manner of day lays ahead.

The silvery stars still burn brightly above me,

And shine upon tumbling waters nearby;

A pleasant sensation, a feeling so lovely,

This hour of leisure beneath such a sky!

A radiance marks the approach of Apollo

As stars slowly fade in the heavens above;

A beautiful day will most certainly follow,

A day I will share with the woman I love.

DERELICT

Inside a tenement where no one cares,

Within a darkened slum of forlorn hopes,

A quiv'ring alcoholic blindly gropes,

Then slowly tumbles headlong down the stairs.

He feels no pain, and yet his temper flares,

And shortly, he in sullen anger mopes;

With his new circumstance he simply copes,

The situation he already bears.

He knows that he must make it to the store,

And so he awkwardly regains his feet;

Unsteadily, he staggers out the door.

He weaves in drunken stupor down the street,

Forever driven by the urge for more;

His empty stomach soon will feel the heat.

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Comments

nan shartel March 3, 2011 @ 2:34 p.m.

A wondrous hidden realm exists

Within this world of emerald dreams, Where spirits of the forest sigh As ancient giants touch the sky And summon forth the swirling mists.

Then Nature's mystery unfolds

Inside this pristine paradise, For when the mists so gently fall, The forest spirits, one and all, Descend from arborescent eaves To stand beneath the dripping leaves And breathe the precious breath of life.

So grateful for this fleeting chance

To join the elemental dance, From side to side they softly sway, And then they slowly turn away, To disappear with silent steps Into the jungle's darkest depths.


the problem with putting poetry in ur blog here at th READER is that u have to double space between each line...otherswise it becomes a single run on paragraph Rails

the poems are beautiful, magnificent really and it's a horrible shame they aren't properly displayed to show themselves at their best here

u can go to the edit at the top of ur blog and put that double space between each line and they look the way u want them 2

it took me a while to figure it out...please don't give up on putting ur poetry in...we have a few good poets here..Founder and myself write and publish poetry here from time to time

try again pease ;=D

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nan shartel March 3, 2011 @ 2:47 p.m.

u know in a rough and tumble way Rails...u r a lovely lovely man...i've been more then madly in love with 2 poets....and never think ur poetry will not be welcomed by a woman of the delicate romantic persuasion

this is one of my favorite poems by Nikki Giovanni to voice that truth

ever been kidnapped by a poet if i were a poet i'd kidnap you put you in my phrases and meter you to jones beach or maybe coney island or maybe just to my house lyric you in lilacs dash you in the rain blend into the beach to complement my see play the lyre for you ode you with my love song anything to win you wrap you in the red Black green show you off to mama yeah if i were a poet i'd kidnap you

so u see Rails...all hope is not gone where ur poetry is concerned

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nan shartel March 5, 2011 @ 12:30 p.m.

u r correct about the classics etc...the ME Decade has been the death of reading in general except for a literate few...it is sad...and some do care

book stores close and then comes then end of browsing

this is an interesting site that loves submissions and will e-mail a story a day out to it's subscribers...u might like it

http://www.everydayfiction.com/
they have a poetry site there as well

http://www.everydaypoets.com/

here is a short story jam started by fictionwriter and completed by the other bloggers here


we did it once but not again...it was lots of fun

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chevychase Oct. 23, 2011 @ 2:33 p.m.

Well Railspitter is a poet also. You might as well write you a book and forget everything else.. for awhile.

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