WELL TURNED PHRASE

a snippet I keep to remind and save a mmeory

Well turned phrase "continued

 

I don't know that there are haunted houses. I know that there are dark staircases and haunted people~Robert Brault

How can we continue to live on the edge

where each breath we take

challenges our bodies to become

victoriously in control? "neva

 

With pen in hand I speak to the wind
with words the same as if
I called upon
twelve thousand angels
whose wings float upon each gale
as if they were merely
part of a beautiful dream,
once again I feel safe
in this world of my own making,
my trembling ends.-Neva

 

http://youtu.be/wHevh1osR1Q-cherry blossoms you tube

 

Two birds with broken wings can fly

Chained to each others brightest sky

E.L.

 

whilst plucked

harp.strung melodies

wrap their echoes around

sweet malleable sapplings,

then, travel up into dark

swollen clouds

ready to pour tears on cheeks

painted by those with

colour"Emma Joy

 

They tell you your purpose,they tell it to you with lips that do not move,you can only feel their sharp claws circle your small head..like clairvoyant wizards probing crystal balls….joshua lean

 

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is something to listen to as well.

 

There is no greater force than effort,

use it to make your dream come true

then hold onto your dream so close

that it completely forgets what it feels like

to be a fantasy.--metaphor notes

 

 

friendships are the distilled essence of my lifetime and shared as just a quaff of the divine."me

 

Some of my favorite lines are: "because wired words are trapped in places where crisp cool paper never existed or ever will."

"We know colours stain minds. As do words searching for places to rest their meaning. "
- See more at: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/scrapemma/1027006/?p=3#comment-2583227-...Emma

 

It's so sad

Collected experiences a boulder

Rolling always behind her now

Keep running

Keep looking back

- See more at: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/DrollProle/1120547/#sthash.GFd1hTpu.dpuf-lyra Dyson-drolepole

 

spirits held hands in the closeness

that comes from entering

sacred space together

- See more at: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/hauntedfox/1135326/#sthash.6XfZXFzm.dpuf

 

far too hot afternoon

when the clothes shed

lay bare our (work- to-rule ) ethic

until a cool cotton sheet

romped its way 'cross

dying day ..emma joy

 

Your time was small and smothered though radiant all the while.
Fragile as doubles gone and yet to follow,
Taken from afar.
Alike and different as you and I."willow

 

Mine is built with the debris of a sublime^ dream ---^subtle?
The nestling place you leave for me to last a long forever.

 

© 2013 Willow

Just breathe me in
Shallow
Ripples across this thin skin
Break the surface tension
I ache to be something more than
Empty words
Penciled afterthoughts in margins
Eventually illegible
In the steady decay of days
I am never happy
Lost in the transience of you -tammie
 

 

 

There are harboursides deep under the ground

That once were lined with ships,

Phoenician Galleys with wine, that sallied

To trade on their many trips,

The harbours silted, the land built up

Now many miles from the sea,

And rats now scurry where sailors hurried

To catch the tide on the lea."David lewis paget

 

 

I have often stood bemused

across the river from fabled Pocahuntas’ grave,

once Defoe country, his brickworks and Crusoe,

a place you don’t name

for fear of ridicule,

now a murk-rippled Thames’ scummy shoreline.

 

Arriving seagulls shriek in derision,

and correct their mistake.

Dingy dredgers dawdle like shifty tramps,

lumpen container ships insult the humbled port,

cranes droop and rust, rail tracks disappear

under shabby weeds,

the only life reclaiming this stretch of river.

A lone angler stares at the unyielding water,

scant hope in a desolate place.

 

Behind me a whiteboarded pub,

‘The World’s End’,

named by a jester

as though this miserable river front

could ever match Finis Terrae.

Yet in some ways it does.

 

It is the crumbling jetty,

the visible vestige, of our old world -

tall ships,

clippers, cutters and coasters,

purveyors of empire and

ten pound liners heading out

to Australia.

 

Departures with no landmark,

no Three Graces or torch bearing statue,

no nostalgic image to hold dear,

just a dismissive wave of a hand."gerald Parker

 

When Minds Touch

minds touch
sometimes
drawn together
by gentle synergy of thought
mellow and muted thoughts
that echo and re-echo in two minds
breathing in gently whispered tones
poetic hearts sharing
dreams of the soul...

and occasionally feet touch ground
but thoughts fly free
for there is no other sound
when two minds are in synergy....
sharonlee in comment to my poem words.

 

in the shadow of scarlet thoughts

I dream of dawns

dancing the ocean's spray

clouds above

tumbling their soft white roundness

until

lightning darts

spit and splutter secrets

and

bright blushed morning

bursts

its masterpiece

upon shared horizons

and

gulls scream their frenzy-emma joy

 

"Te dije una vez. Si algo cambia, te contare."-I told you once ..if anything changes I’ll let you know..

 

She introduced them …to sadness   emotions felt thru dendrites   hair on fire engine redness   fingers feeling the overwhelming fear of existence in this webbed world.

 

my angular smile in awe of you, your style, like knowing how yesterday ends trapped in inevitable lies, dropping slang in just baited breath where no crystal shines-poppy

 

and lay on a bench

until i blended in

ed Hart

 

Now affable by deeds reflecting light.

You apologize to all.

Words repair.

Let us choose them all with great care and thought,

What we say comes back to us.

Words create./veronica chandler- colorado

 

The fist of evil swings down upon the self- righteous for they do not see the shadow through the rose colored glasses they wear. R&R cowboy

 

Beat..

There goes another shadow

Drumming on the pane of barriers placed

And I ask myself why punishment's whisper

Is always louder than rain/Poppy

when trees whisper amongst themselves

and clouds nudge stars into another path/emma

 

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

I collect these snipets of lines and phrases to remind me of the writers and what they had to share..they are inspirational and have thoughts in them I do not wish to forget..inspirational..many have inspired me to write about them...Laury

[Poetic Beauty]

This is a great collection of different thoughts and pens. Brilliant to read them the way you have put them together.