Emotional Poetry: Peace
by Liam
Pull them one and all
Into the peace
The place they have known is the storm
Is the frustration and confusion
Is the lonely place of fear
Pull me into your peace
This place of quiet of quintessence
It’s in me too
It’s a gift of who
I also am
We also are
Peace be with you
Peace in me too
Peace this simple
Peace
By Liam
Love Poetry: The House of Love
In this house of Love
I am bewildered with your beauty
This structure is made of music
This floor dances to your body
Listen to the words
As you spin within my chest
For that movement becomes the poetry
Unaffected by the rising or setting
For our home dances through the universe
Hand in hand
In love with love.
Poetry Poem: Light
Written by Liam
Body lives in the world
Mind lives in the universe
Your light though is brighter
Beautiful like sunrise
Boundless like sunset
Live in it.
Poetry Poem: The Doll
Written by Liam
Too long now have we simply listened
As the wind swept storm
Rattled the shutters
Stuffed the gutters with leaf with loam
Listened, yet never heard her tears
Watched, yet never saw her fears
She was rattled indeed
Wrecked from the inside out
Storm troubled
Trembled cried cowered and died
Though she never showed it
Either to you, me or who else their was to see
She swallowed whole oceans of doubt
Day after day
Waves crashed, smashed, up inside her life
Against walls built by
Her mind
To protect, to hold
Till it broke!
Swept away she was
Nothing but tears
Shaking with fears
Wet cold and lonely
Her soul a ragged doll
Caught by twigs
On a branch, in a park, in the dark
Still morning came
Warm strong that shone
In through her sight
Her dam had gone
The surprise of self recognition
The picture of her sweet self
Made her laugh
She was as she ever was
Only now empty cleaned nourished
Alone in light
Quiet too
Now she knew
She had never left
She had only just begun.
Poem: Ancient Africa
The heart of ancient Africa
Where wild the sea does foam
The plains the dust the thorny scrub
My soul it here does roam.
The breakers grind the ragged rocks
The shore line washed in salt
Of mountain far
Of high bright star
Of raging beast
Of insect cheeps
My soul this is its home
The drum of ancient warrior cries
Of spear the shield of hide
Of stamping feet of arms thrown high
It’s war that’s greets the long past eye.
My soul of this has known
The sun of a new day dawning
The moon of the night time done
The future star to hold my heart
The place I’ll never have to part
My soul, too this will grow
Africa is my calling
Africa is my past
Africa is my souls delight
Africa i call till last.
Amandala
Liam Feb 2019
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