***In honor of National Poetry Day
by amica paige
Uplift us to your heights
We'll ride the winds of time
upon your eager wings.
Take us to your depths
Adrift, we only kiss
your face when lost at sea.
Pull us past your dirt
deep within your hearth.
We'll fan your dying heart.
Then shoot us out of here
Spring us up with fire
into the open haze...
where the clouds will cradle us
if only for a moment,
as in our mothers' wombs...
And through a hundred cycles,
we'll tread the sea again
until the end of time
when Earth decides to hurl
our silent ashes up,
spent as offerings.
Did God have joyful tears?
We're glorious winged specks,
creation's golden dust.
We'll shine it, all the light
we muster from the heavens,
reflect it to each other.
Because even the spineless worms
can see the senselessness
in your rampant absurdities...
So fill us with thy breadth.
We'll ride your fickle wind
and spread our hidden wings.
***In honor of National Poetry Day.
by amica paige
Nature, nature
Pensive stature
Reds, yellows, and oranges
Blues, greens, and violets.
We marvel at thy breadth
Mountain heights and ocean's depths
Morning dew on summer leaves
Icicles on winter trees.
Nature, nature
Golden stature
Dirt...hydrogen...oxygen...burns
Air...water...fire...and earth...
We marvel at thy breadth
Glorious heights and cosmos' stars
Moonlight shades of autumn wind
Early buds of April spring.
by amica paige
Be still, my fear
we're fine, refined
our actions speak
their words that don't
Bestir, my dear
our spirit's free
the heart doth see
whose minds are blind
Be strong, dear one
though oceans rise
we, both, we'll ride
the tides of lies
Be well, dear friend
we'll strive and thrive
illuminate
the darkest nights
Be mine, beloved
we'll wine and dine
we'll sing and dance
they'll chant, who can't
Abide, let us
please stay, I pray
though kingdoms fall
we'll live it all.
by amica paige
This day was going to be his last. If he only knew some twilights ago, he would have tried harder to preserve on canvas the moments lavender kissed the evening sky. Next, he would have looked for artistic venues with more intent. What a delight this sudden change of air in him would bring to his family and friends, but he'd have to put off the news until later. An early morning run at the park, free of any encumbrance, his cell phone included, was exactly what he needed to mark this new beginning. His thoughts flitted past his dimming mind as he lay on the track by the river, his bright eyes reflecting the blue expanse above as his heartbeat slowed to a stop.
by amica paige
Beware, o youthful mind.
Appease the test of time.
Gather a thought, a feather,
a page in an open book
a leaf, a stone
a twig, crossbones
a swig of might
a dose of delight
a pen, a cup
an overflow
a weathered friend
the light at the end
a spider's web
a strong desire
for the breadth of life,
through ice
and fire,
in ocean's depth
afloat on earth.
On earth.
Beware, o youthful one.
Withstand the test of time.
Gather a thought, a feather,
and ride the book of life.
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.
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.
