Barren Soul

Whispers come, whispers go, thrusting through my barren soul.

Wind wisping through my ears,

bearing down upon my fears.

Swaying high, swaying low,

side to side the torment flows.

Heart pounding, fists of rage,

rattle upon this iron cage.

Demons dropping all around,

flames burst upon the ground.

Glimpse the light, grab a hold,

slipping through that narrow hole.

Gaping wounds bleeding out,

stirring thunder all about.

Dagger dripping bloody pain,

piercing terror through my brain.

Stop to fall upon the ground,

jolted by this haunting sound.

Creeping deeper through my skin,

searching, stabbing moving in,

Raise my shield, kneeling low.

bleeding chest upon the snow.

Chills consuming all my flesh,

turn to fire with one breath.

Seething in and bursting out,

freedom swaying all about.

Just a whisper in my ear.

Cannot see, cannot hear.

No escaping from this hell,

beneath the grave, where I fell.

Oh my angels sweet release,

crying out in holy grief.

Dig and claw, one last gasp,

swirling through this holy wrath.

Crawling back, to dirt and bones,

pain, fire and empty groans.

None shall come, none shall stay.

My angel slowly slipped away.

Whispers come, whispers go, thrusting through my barren soul.

Veil of death by KCH

Tick tock round the clock someone please make it stop

Dancing in and out of sleep,
stirring me from the deep
Heart pounding fast and slow,
hearing whispers from below

Begging for one more breath,
beneath this veil of sudden death.
Shut eye in my dreams,
am I sleeping through the screams

Tick tock round the clock someone please make it stop

Clawing through the murky web,
weaving through my aching head
Angels on the other side,
swimming through the tears I've cried

Falling in and out of view,
Someone who resembled you,
Evil dripping through your soul,
Creeping round the floor below

Tick tock round the clock someone please make it stop

Shudder when I hear the call,
Lurking down a darkened hall,
Clinging on to the light,
In my fortress from the night

Teasing me with peaceful sounds,
Chills grip me all around.
I see the darkness in your soul
beneath the veil I've come to know

Tick tock round the clock someone please make it stop

A soothing voice calls me out,
I search and struggle all about
Nothing there, I cannot see
did you really come for me

Dark, light, peace and pain
In and out, who will reign
Will I know the one who saves,
or will I meet you at the grave

Tick tock round the clock someone please make it stop

KCH

Dare We Must

Dare we breathe

the sweetest breath

or wear a grin

while facing death

Dare we ponder

love and hate

with whispers in

our ears of fate

Dare we ask

a dying man

to wiggle his toes

in the sand

Dare we gasp

when love takes hold

or swallow the joy

down into our soul

Dare we smile

upon our fears

or laugh a little

through our tears

Dare we love

and share to its depth

as we ponder

our last regret

Dare we express

our kinder words

lest we fear

they're never heard

Dare we sing

our song of praise

while treading through

our darkest days

Dare we bring forth

our heart and soul

upon our weary

and broken road

Dare we must

and dare we will

for love will sleep

until we feel.

Until we feel

and freely move

the passion within

will not be soothed

Silence

If my lips were briefly sealed,
not a thought to be revealed

If I loved you without words,
I wonder if I would be heard

Would my eyes grip your soul,
casting doubt on all you know

Would you fall, to your knees,
overwhelmed by what you see

Would you search beneath my skin,
yearning for a new way in

Would my love be lost on you,
or pierce your heart through and through

Would you simply walk away,
cold and empty all of your days.

For Robin Williams

Did you know we’d cry along,

did you know that we would mourn?

In the darkness of despair,

did you know that we were there?

In the whispers of your mind,

did you feel us or were you blind?

Blinded by the rising pain,

slipping in and out of sane.

Could you feel, see or touch,

the love our hearts felt so much?

How could you know or even care,

wrestling with such deep despair?

Your prison wall cast out the love,

but now it flows to you above.

Center stage with love and cheers,

seeping through buckets of tears.

Go in peace and rest your soul

for then you didn’t, but now you know.

RIP to my favorite actor.

By KCH

Spinning Little Orb

A little girl is combing her hair
A teenager decides what to wear
A mom is baking and running amuk,

A Dad is fixing the pickup truck
Choirs are singing and praising their God
Protesters stand against the facade
Dogs are barking and chasing balls
Cats are screeching within empty walls
Fans are cheering their favorite team
Children are starving and sleeping through screams
A beautiful baby just learned how to crawl
Gangs are forming and breaking the law
Couples are kissing, on their first date
2 minutes ago a woman was raped
A beautiful little baby was born
A father left a family in scorn
An artist painted a beautiful scene
An abused child woke with a scream
A long lost relative just arrived
A veteran committed suicide
A businessman signed a million dollar deal
A homeless man prayed for just one meal
A family spent a day at the mall
A bully pinned a kid to the wall
A father lifted his son in praise
A soldier died defending our ways
A couple just found, love at first sight
A son was tried and sentenced to life
A mother is soothing her child's cries
A bomb was dropped taking hundreds of lives

This ball in space is spinning so fast
Nothing stands still and nothing will last.
Each little life with its own little story
The pain and the suffering, the love and the glory
Someone just died and another was born
All this in a day on our spinning little orb
When you look in my eyes I hope you will see
That I am in you and you are in me

By KCH

Space

Day and night are illusions of mind,
they show the world in form and time.
Just as the space, between the trees,
shows the place, from which they breathe.

Without the space, between the trees,
how on earth could they possibly be?
Be in their form and visually there,
distinct, unique and separate from air.

Without the light shinning on me,
how on earth could I possibly Be?
Be in this space, and visually here,
without light to say, see she is there.

The sight of the mind, alone cannot not know,
from where we came, and how we grow.
For light and space give truth to form,
and in truth, is where we are actually born.

Born through space and into the light,
wanting just to Be, day or night.

by KCH

Pics and Poems: war correspondent by David King

Click on this link to read a poem by David King. I love his work.
Pics and Poems: war correspondent

Family Christmas

Tis the season, fun and folly,
making jokes about Aunt Molly.

Laughter, love and giving free,
drunken stumbles upon the tree.

Cup in hand and spreading cheer, 
flying upon the nearest reindeer.

Apologizing to Uncle John,
as he's the reindeer I rode upon.

Granny's teeth fell in the pot,
a six pack down I say, "why not".

Sipping stew and full of folly,
shooting Spitballs at Aunt Molly.

That'll teach her a thing or two,
I say while sipping granny's stew.

Vultures gnawing on the wrapper,
one more gift for the crapper.

Kissing under mistletoe,
regretting it was Uncle Joe!

Sneaking out upon the roof,
hoping to wrangle just one hoof.

There goes one! I reel 'em in.
Holy crap it's Aunty Gin!

Off the roof into the snow,
at least it wasn't Uncle Joe!

Change into my santa suit,
damn I'm looking mighty cute.

Stumble down the stairs for fun,
little kiddies on the run.

Wait little girl, I'm Santa Claus!
daddy grips me with his paws.

Come on son, follow me,
I have something you should see.

Boot in ass I'm flying high,
reindeer soaring through the sky.

Hello Rudolph, hey there Donner,
boy I thought I was a goner!

Well this was fun spreading cheer,
can't wait to see you all next year.

But if I don't, it's just as well,
cousin Karen's looking swell.

To Sing

Night is calling me to sing,
of love, mercy & beautiful things.


My voice awakens to the call,
nerves on end, I wish to stall.


Stammer, cackle, choking out,
offensive noise fluttering about.


Deafening sounds offend most high,
Lord, I made the angels cry!

W

This was part of a project I started a year or so ago, but never finished.

Wither, waiting while we waste, worrying what way we wander, while waking, winking, wistfully waltzing, wanting what we weave.

No Doom in Florida

Do people spend time looking for ways
in which everything harms us and numbers our days?


Our time on this earth seems cloaked in doom.
No plastic or cell phones. Can I still use a broom?


I watched the news and they started to tell
how booze is bad and makes us unwell.


Then the next day, another report,
drink lots of red wine, it's good for your heart.


And smoking will kill you, they assure us it's true.
but grandpa still smokes and he's 92!


Drink water from a tap? Surely you jest.
I saw Erin Brockovich. Boy that was a mess!


The sun will kill you and eat thru your skin
But Florida is crawling with our aging kin.


Their out in the sun, drinking from the tap,
lighting a smoke and taking long naps.


They get on the road, speeding and crawling,
then sip on their wine and sleep through till morning.


These crazy old coots are happy as clams,
waving back at your gestures in traffic jams.


They must have a secret they will not share.
But when I am old I hope to be there.

Smoking and drinking, making you nuts
doing 30 in a 60, cuz I could die on a bus!

What if

(Just a quick something for kids. Wish I had some good pics to  go with it. 

The one's in my head are Awesome! lol)

If left was right and right was left, 

boy would things be such a mess.

And if the door was on the roof,

would knocking come from reindeer hooves?

And if the TV was a chair,

would we sit, for hours and stare?

And if our legs were on our heads,

how would mamma make the bed?

And if the sun were the moon,

would it still be warm in June?

And if the sea was only sand,

would fish be crawling on the land?

And if the birds had no wings,

would they be creepy, crawly things?

And if the earth was just a dot,

would we be here, or would we not? 

Blogging Scoop

Poised & ready, I sit on this stoop,
writing to you my next big scoop.
A plane over head & birds in the trees,
waiting on verse to pass though me.


If I haven't a thought new & unique,
will you post me a note with subtle critique?
Or won't it be seen, as you pass me by,
"This title just didn't catch my eye".


Tapping my pen awaiting a rhyme,
I wonder if I am just wasting time.
The sun will set & pen will rest.
Will you say that I didn't give it my best?


I promised a scoop and it is this,
please get ready, it shouldn't be missed.
You are a victim of time gone by
and you won't get it back, please don't cry.


Apology written and fully expressed.
Now would you like to see the rest?

Battle No More

We hurt and we ask
why this happened to me
instead of accepting
and letting it be.
We hurt and we argue
with swords upon rain,
forgetting the battle
is fueling our pain.
The sting of the slayer
pronounces our fear,
and draws up our armor
as we aimlessly steer.
Steering our pain
with all of our might,
till love is relinquished
and lost in the fight.
Slay as we will
upon rain falling down,
our efforts are futile
as drops lay the ground.
So lift up your arms,
and draw battle no more,
then bask in the rain
sweeping your floor.
Observe the fire,
and part with the source,
then battle no more
with a mightier force.
A force that will cut
and bleed you of will,
to be in peace
and lay joyfully still
He thrives on your struggle
to throw him down,
luring you deeper
in rain pouring down.
But rain always dries
passing over the stone,
if presence prevails
and gives battle no home.
So lift up your arms,
and draw battle no more
then bask in the rain
sweeping your floor.
Accept and rejoice
as surely you live,
are able to feel
and able to give.
Give of your soul, 
not to be owned,
by any one force
calling you home.
It's only a moment,
of passing rain,
sweeping your floor
and saying, "I'm pain".
I lift up my arms
and battle no more,
as I bask in the rain
sweeping my floor.

The Kiss

The earth between us seemed to shift
as gently he moved toward my lips
Eyelids drowsing near to close
hypnotized me to my toes
Skin to skin soul to soul
the world around us was no more

Babes lost

Sinful whispers looming, lost,
transgressing mind, heart & thought
Power raging, battles rise,
demons thriving, angels cry
Dark & light, we sway about,
side to side, now way out.
Beaten, battered by the wind,
screams of pain, from deep within.
Body arching, thrust in rage,
to my knees, my Lord I praise!
Blazing light rushes in,
warm & loving, weakend limbs.
Bowed in awe, I raise my hand,
to loving whispers of, "I Am".
As a doe in early morn',
feeling alive, renewed, reborn.
Still on pastures rippling with life
void of pain sorrow & strife.
I take a moment just to breathe
and feel God's loving hold on me
Knowing well what lies ahead
more sinful whispers preying the dead.

Of Verse and Rhyme - Signature poem)

Of verse and rhyme, I take no bow
the crowds don't gather musing how
How I came to pen my last
ingenius, stirring epitaph.

Because I lay not in the ground
verses rumble all around
I quibble with a line or two
watching genius breaking through.

Through the boundaries of my soul
bursting through that narrow hole
where verse meets paper just in time
for one last  thoughtful, cherished rhyme.

Stirring words just seem to flow
are they bursting from my soul
I know not how they came to be
or of this form of lunacy.

Who speaks for me beyond this form
upon my death will you storm
Storm upon another soul
who knows not how you come and go.

Till then, it seems, I lay in wait
to be served poetic fate
by a master I know not
holding captive my next plot.

KCH

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With heart in hand

With heart in hand I bowed to you,
sobbing, seathing aching fire.
You cast your spear and off it flew
while grasping for you from the pyre.

Leaps and bounds I raise my sword,
and slit my throat as I drew
Nothing measured, nothing scored
the blade so mighty meant for you.

In the dust of my despair,
you flaunt a victor's swagger
I ached to find you unaware,
blood dripping from your dagger.

Wiping drops of my own blood
with tears upon the ground,
My heart beat one last thud,
for the love I never found.

With heart in hand I bow to you,
my knight in shining armor
hard and long the days I grew,
because of you I'm stronger.

Sestina

I didn't know what a sestina was until a friend challenged me to write one. This was my attempt. I doubt I will Ever try That again! Hard to walk away from a challenge. :)


In desperation of peace, I laid under the tree.
I once laid here and marveled at a beautiful rainbow.
It left me with such a feeling of solitude,
as if I were standing still in time.
I came here today wrapped in a gust of wind,
and feeling as if I were buried by a mountain.


I began reading, under the weight of the mountain
and leaning on my friend, the tall oak tree.
The beauty of the words and the soft gentle wind
brightened my world, as the rainbow
began creeping back in. Still in time,
I was carried away back into solitude.


Poetic wonders lifted my solitude
gently higher, as if climbing the mountain
which once held me captive in time.
I took a deep breathe and laid back into the tree.
I closed my eyes, imagining my rainbow
with colors blending to the movement of wind.


Now I am wondering about this gust of wind
that carried me in anger & now lifts me in solitude.
Where's the mountain now? At the foot of the rainbow?
This wind is now peace, but once angered the mountain,
trying to bury me right beneath my tree.
Can mountains move and pass with time?


Back to my reading of once upon a time,
& words that seem to flow like the wind.
I notice a verse about a similar tree,
as the one I lay under, in complete solitude,
rescuing me from the weight of the mountain.
Joy! This story must lead to the end of the rainbow.


How pleasing it would be to find rainbows
in these words, what a peaceful clashing of time.
But wait! The earth is shaking at the mountain,
as storms immerse with rattling wind.
O I pray, in these words, the mountain stands in solitude.
For if it’s disturbed, it may rattle my tree.


Oh thanks to the tree at the end of the rainbow!
Solitude blew through its branches on time
and the wind of eternal peace consumed the mountain.