Carpe Diem

Episode Of Wisdom

Submitted by ricardo_antoni… on Sat, 03/17/2001 - 12:29

What have I learned in the meaning of love?

The voice of Heaven
speaks through the eyes of compassion
and gives clearly of oneself without recompense.

It asks not for some form of restitution
and it believes not of oneself
and it does not judge.

It will stand in the pouring rain
or fight against the dark evil natures abounding
because Love is God.

The wings of Angels
support the winded mind of empathy
and tears
will be shared equally
in these calm restraints of care.

Glistening (for the rain)

Submitted by ricardo_antoni… on Tue, 01/18/2000 - 04:29

The Light in my life has always been about words
and thus you have heard, the elusive mind hard at work.
Dropping from the sky
they nest in my Soul, and remain for all time.
I won’t deny that sometimes they make me cry
blinded eye, seeking the Sun when it was you and I.

Transported into time, backwards or forwards
the stench from a Well has a fowl odor, come hither
and I will tell you more of me.

A Tenth Of The Crowd

Submitted by ricardo_antoni… on Mon, 01/17/2000 - 03:25

Upon entrance to the stage the over-rouged men primp
and Hamlet exorcises his throat 
bleaching the audience with exoneration's fit for a King
yet- not one woman was a woman.

The shaking wooden stage would weep upon foot
as the critics sharpened their teeth
a tenth of the crowd

would already mourn the impending death
how so, does a man live outside his time?

The Savannah-

a bridge of peering eyes against the curtains
near assassin spies for the Queen
watching the tongues of the playwrights and the actors.

Remotely Managed

Submitted by ricardo_antoni… on Tue, 01/11/2000 - 03:29

Led by the sounds of music
my soul is captured and choreographed
yet, your solemn and humble self
Is lead by the sibling strength of your Sister
who reduces you
and sequesters the ambitions that are in you.
Though some are buried long ago
how many wind vane blades are spinning
providing the sustenance a woman needs?
Is she the sphere and guidance
who has made a Quasimodo out of you?
I can only imagine the serenity of your soul
and the soft-spoken kiss
that would assimilate to a lovers touch

Be a Green Machine

Submitted by poetryexpo on Fri, 12/17/1999 - 22:00

Be a lean, mean, recycling machine.
Stand up and be a man. Drink up and recycle your can.
Collect and recycle all of your trash, and as a bonus, get some cash.
When you shop, don't ask for plastic. Bring your own bags, now that's fantastic.
Be real smart when you take a shower. Make it short, not an hour.
Save our planet. Make it clean. Do your part and CO GREEN!

Go Green Today

Submitted by poetryexpo on Wed, 12/01/1999 - 21:48

Respect the Earth
Please pick up your trash
Put the Earth first
Save the trees
So we can breathe

Dover Beach

Submitted by Matt_Arnold on Wed, 11/17/1999 - 21:58
Dover Beach - white cliffs of dover in great britain

The sea is calm tonight
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling
At their return, up the high strand
Begin, and cease, and then again begin
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring

Halloween Night

Submitted by poetryexpo on Sun, 10/17/1999 - 22:18

Hear the black cat's purr
as you touch soft fur
see the fire crackle
hear the witch's cackle
hear the monsters roar
see the witches soar
can't be beat!
You better run
It's so much fun.