January 25, 2007

The Roman Visitor

The Roman Visitor


Someone just knocked upon my door
And found me lying on the floor
Is it a spirit… or maybe a creature?

I cannot tell, my heart is sore,
Too numb to listen to more lore,
Too weary to see her features.

“Straighten up!”
I hear a whispering voice
“Eavesdrop on the pulse of life!”

Could this be an epiphany,
Unveiling truth or mystery,
Some salutary messenger?

Or just a treacherous fantasy
A harbinger of misery
Caching a vampiric passenger?

“No, I can´t!”
My obstinate voice objects
“There´s no point, that´s futile, for sure!”

Right through the door-frame she´s approching
Still unimpressed by all that moaning
Irritating… irradiating…longing for longing.

And suddenly shifting across the darkeness
She pulls down the curtains, lets in the lightness
Of sun so intense it may cause me blindness.

“Wait, not yet!”
I cry out in panic and angst,
“Who are you? What is it you want?”

“I Am Lady Fortuna, Don´t Bar My Way!
Your wheel of fate I will turn today,
I rolled down the seven Roman hills
Sometimes I enchant, sometimes I kill,
But cornucopia´s mistress you shall obey!
For no earthling has ever resisted my say!”

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Alice McDuff ~ 24 January 2007

January 23, 2007

Once Upon A Dance by George

Once upon a dance
Once upon a dance
Once upon a dance
A long time ago.

No worries of this world, no worries on me
No chains on this spirit just dancing free.

Waltzed on the water with Mr. J.C.
Rock & rolled with Buddha round a Bodhi Tree.

Swinging Homer’s with Plato on clouds above.
Twisted Hail-Mary touchdowns on a field of love.

Did the splits with Moses on a sea of Red.
Heard the screams of frozen feet on the Sea of the Dead.

Tangoed with Darwin on some streets of gold
did the fox-trot with some chimp on an earth of old

Skipped apples off serpents in the Garden of Eve.
That floor was slick like you wouldn’t believe.

To Dance
To Dance
Or not to Dance.
In the question is the answer that would be your stance.

Life is just a dance and we make our own steps,
think our moves are different and we’re the funky mess.

Spirits can waltz on the water, bodies can shuffle in swamps.
It’s the dance you’ve chosen baby, you can do what you want.

If you’re froze in the gutter, get yourself on course
get your self together, step yourself on source.

Once upon a dance
Once upon a dance
Once upon a dance a long time ago.

So many years later, here I am today
trying to do my dance, the chains get in the way.

Tripped up to the mountains watched the eagles fly around,
tried to take off, my feet stuck to the ground.

Went to a blind doc, told him what I tried to do,
said you betta take some Prozac, your looking pretty blue.

Visit with a lame priest, said my heart was full of sin,
You betta freeze those feet son, you’d be cavin in.

Watched a small child giggling in some dreams,
she opend up my gait to remembering some things.

Skipped with this child to some playground in the past,
found I was this dancer with no body attached.

To Dance
To Dance
Or not to Dance.
In the question is the answer that would be your stance.

Life is just a dance and we make our own steps,
think our moves are different and we’re the funky mess.

Spirits can waltz on the water, bodies can shuffle in swamps.
It’s the dance you’ve chosen baby, you can do what you want.

If you’re froze in the gutter, get yourself on course
get your self together, step yourself on source.

Once upon a dance
Once upon a dance
Once upon a dance a long time ago.

Took a bridge upto mountains, with the eagles flew around,
could hardly see my feet they were on the ground.

Twirling so high right next to the Sun,
my wings couldn’t burn I wasn’t carrying none.

Twisting on moon beams, hop-scothing on suns,
ringing rosies round Saturn just to have some fun.

Shooting stars with Cupid at some Milky Way Bar,
kicked up lighting and thunder at some far away star.

Fandangoed with the Greek Gods mused at history,
no earthly thought I thought could hinder me.

To Dance
To Dance
Or not to Dance.
In the question is the answer that would be your stance.

Life is just a dance and we make our own steps,
think our moves are different and we’re the funky mess.

Spirits can waltz on the water, bodies can shuffle in swamps.
It’s the dance you’ve chosen baby, you can do what you want.

If you’re froze in the gutter, get yourself on course
get your self together, step yourself on source.

Once upon a dance
Once upon a dance
Once upon a dance is here today

To play, to play, or not to play,
In the question is the answer that will be your way.

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A much enjoyed poem by engroeg that I read on the Poetry Junction Board. For more, please see http://poetryjunction.proboards19.com/index.cgi?action=viewprofile&user=egroeg
or contact George (egroeg) at georgeohorton@cs.com

Many thanks George for allowing me to post your write on my blog:-)

x Alice

January 06, 2007

A Tree With A View by Amundn













Source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/amundn/
Stunning pictures there...

Solstitium

On this year´s shortest day
Through the scaring wounds of my palms
I allowed him to sneak away
Understanding was my balm.

At the decision tree I had rested
Crooked by the hide-and-seeks
My eyes wide shut, proven and tested
By on and offs, easy nursing schemes.

How many clouds had gathered - I forgot
In this silent fight against my amatory boil
A blunt moonlight glowed on my lot
Me…see-sawing on alluvial soil.

After ages, or seconds, or years
Will I ever be able to tell?
A new sun woke me from my fears
Interrupting my contemplative dwell.

I upturned my face to the skies
And took off my bandage for sins
A tailwind full of earthy spice
Blew life beneath my sanctified wings.

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Alice McDuff ~ 31 December 2006

January 03, 2007

Emily Jane Brontë - Portrait by her brother Branwell


















Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emily_Bront%C3%AB

The Heights and Valleys of Emily Jane

Once upon a time there was
A young and sanguine lady
Full of curiosity, of dreams
So wonderfully gamy.

After the Sunday church she sat
Down at the davenport,
Lord Byron placed upon her bed;
Strucking her inner chords.

“Gondal, you´re mine!” she then exclaimed,
In glee and ardent cheer,
Her cloud horse lustred whilst she rode
On landscapes, quaint and queer.

She shook her wilful curlyhead,
Her fountain pen danced wildly,
Compulsively, her mind unwrapped
Characters, fierce and shiny.

Emily´s siblings, they joined in
Her burning wish to hasten
To offer, for short life at least,
Their visions full of passion.

Alas! Haworth was haunted soon,
(As every winter season)
By illness and austerity
Again…oh! for what reason?

At night, when she was kept awake
With asphyxiated coughing,
She wondered how they could preserve
Their fellowship, their laughing.

“Please stay with me, my young Catherine,”
She mumbled in the darkness
“Heathcliff is roaming down the moors,
Despite the season´s harshness.”

But when, for ultimate remedy,
There´s only boiling water,
How shall a mortal soul keep trust
In God, the Holy Father?

“Why must Thou call us now”? she asked
“Our time has not yet come!
We didn´t get to know the taste
Of love under the sun.

And thousand thousand tales untold
Are kindling in my breast!
And thousand thousand hidden lyres
Are sounding in my chest!”

But death don´t ask man when it´s due
Her pleas, they were in vain.
In bloom of youth, she lost her life
Her day dreams still remain.

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Alice Mc Duff ~ January 3rd, 2007

Inspired by the life and lyrical work of the great Novelist and Poetess Emily Jane Brontë;
see The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë, ed. Clement Shorter and http://www.poetseers.org/the_great_poets/british_poets/emily_bronte_poems

A contribution to the Januar 2007 Poetry Competition on Poetry Junction´s ~ The Poet´s Forum on the topic: POET

Wuthering Heights by iwouldstay



















Source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/iwouldstay/94205690/