Showing posts with label spirituality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spirituality. Show all posts

January 7, 2015

The Dialogue. (poeTry)

by: a.paige


and the dialogue grows
the irreconcilable, uncontrollable creature knows
when another voice calls out
everyone screams out
for everyone else to tame
the beast that had awakened their fear
but who is left to hear?

the ongoing conversations leave me with
a funny feeling, hinting
all voices converge at some point. ’tis time
“we are here, we are here,” we chant till nine
then fly to the moon and back, wishing
that heaven listened, even as the stars glisten
but who is there to hear?

September 20, 2012

A thousand suns. (poeTry)

by amica paige


a thousand suns
delighted days
the hands of youth
bid me away

my feet embarked

in cold dismay
impatient haste
the darkness raised

delinquent waste

my childish ways
disdain and pain
the magic, slain

no starry skies
no moonlit nights

in hunger, thirst
all joys refrain

stumbling through

an arid land
acridity
no sacred ground

my tongue was tied
in fiery haze
ill-fated man
had naught to claim

my breath was caught

my hearing gave
my sight was lost
my mind replayed

in dreams I lay

a field of hopes
a wishing well
a waterfall

my heart was stirred

my spirit saw
the life, inhaled
the soul, afloat

my feet were cleansed

when i awoke
my hunger, fed
my thirst was quenched

i bowed my head

she held my face
humility
was touched by grace

a thousand suns

delightful days
a warm embrace
bid me to stay.

Caterwaul. (poeTry)

by amica paige


Caterwaul.
Peter, Paul.
The two bobcats
quarrel like cats.
They howl and screech
and throw guitar riffs.
They make a shrill noise,
they wail and cry-
you'd think that The Beatles
hung out with the preachers.
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.
Ringo, where's George?-you're the star,
was he baptized?
Maybe the preachers
listen to the Beabeetles
as they chastise
the human mice.

Caterwaul,

Peter, Paul.
Nocturnal cats,
cool as bats.
No, Mr. Bale,
you can't join in.
Dark nights ascend.
We need Bruce Wayne
to save mankind,
and Alfred left.
But you just can't keep
a Christian down.
Put on the Beatles
as you watch the preachers.
Dark knights rise...
Caterwaul.
Peter, Paul.