The Eve Factor in a Bee’s eye
(The Poet’s reflection in the Garden of Eden)
By
You cannot take your eyes off me
I am the queen
the stinging bee.
I have a gift
Too sweet to steal
You can call me honey
‘Coz I am no dummy
but I can misplace your thoughts
with nakedness.
Echoes of our resume
By
The chirping birds
The smiley outlook of the river
And the musical echoes of the dancing flamingos,
depicts beauty.
‘Coz without the natural love
We are enslaved with loneliness
Without the deepest affection
We are drowned in boredom
Without tears,
We doubt our sacrifices of vibe care
and art of peace for humanity.
Without a driven ego
We are slaves thronged with fear of death
Without sense of humor
We are empty with no healthy poetry
These are the stance of poets
‘Coz we share our stories in verses and chants
echoes of parables, rhythms and rhymes
and foretell resumes of conscience
like myself of an art.
Hi Michael, your poems were excellent. The power of the 'Eve factor' can't be denied. Very well said!
Hello Selma, Thanks for appreciating my Poem.
Hi Robert, beautiful, beautiful imagery - "blues plunging into viridian" - WOW. I love that. Bravo!
Hi John, 'Escapes From The Ordinary' really stood out for me. I like everyday life as subject matter. You can do so much with it. The image of the milk being poured down the drain is a striking one!
Hi A.J. You've got some FAB images in your poems. I love - "Throw a wish to the wind. And I will save it in a can." as well as - "A hand I have never met snaps a shutter against the moon." Brilliant!
HI Teresa, I particularly like your poem 'Winds' - it is very powerful. Thank you.
Hi Fiona, Just wanted to say I enjoyed both of your poems very much. I can relate to 'Sifting For Gold' a lot. Your final stanza is so apt.
Hi Ian, your depiction of the enduring story of Pierrot and Columbine was quite moving. It tugged at my heart that he was broken and that no one had pity for him. A tale of woe, indeed.
Hi Liam, I really liked your poems, in particular 'This Town.' The rhythm of it made it read like a song. I can relate to the line: " She asked how we’re going to get out of here," Oh yeah!
Hi Ilona, just wanted to say I thought both of your poems were excellent. There is a bleak kind of beauty contained in both of them. The one about the fisherman really got to me. I was greatly affected in an emotional sense by the oil spill in the Gulf. I don't think I'll ever get over it. Thank you for your profound images.
Hi Selma, thank you for the kind words. Hope your summer was great. Cheers, Ilona
Prmtime Guy and Sifting for Gold are two of the most beautiful and interesting poems I have read in a long time.
Beautiful poems. The March showcase is full of life and I love Michael's mood of capturing beauty in a dancing array of peace.