Gelda Castro (Gel Poetry Carden), Rio de Janiero, Brazil

Intriguing,
life unravels its webs
and binds us to it,
sometimes lovingly sweet,
sometimes too bitter,
in other times, passionately beautiful ...
And we surrender to its charm
Just as we surrender to the fascination of being loved
And we run the risk of crying, of suffering, of being unhappy.
Or, if we have a brilliant lucky star, we can shine along with it!

(C)Gel Poetry Garden-2019

Clive Norman, Hailsham, East Sussex, England, United Kingdom

Zenaida Laragon Talozo, Piano di Sorrento, Italy

If You Love Me


If you love me 
Come and get me..
I'll give you the love..
That you deserve to be..

Once you're here with me..
You will never regret..
As my love is all I have..
That I offer with full sincerity..

Give me the opportunity.
To show how i care intensely.
Our world be the happiest..
There's no regret nor gloomy..

Our world be so vast..
Like the vastness of the ocean sea.
Where all happiness and joy..
Is extant against any defying tides..

The soft pillows of our love..
Be a blissful blows of passion.
Like unfathomable ocean deep..
Or the howling sound of the windmills..

It's hidden at the core of my heart..
Zealousness, serenity and enchantment.
No swooning of heart shall come.
But paramount of love captivating enthralled.


© 2019 Zenaida Laragan Taloza 

James Dean Chase, Odessa, Texas, USA

Lost

Lost within a dark halo,
his life's blue flame still flickers
refusing to be snuffed out;
as violet shadows dance
to his heartbeat's echoing
his return to animate
his body from it's long sleep;
to, again, swim in the stream
of a bubbling new spring
into a world of wonder
where he will never be lost...!

© 2019 James Dean Chase

Stone Wood-tray Wang (Poet has not shared his location)

Exploring the Meisan,
Chinese pedigree poetry

Explore the poems of a hedgehog in the fog,
such a medieval European nursery rhetoric writer
The sound is great.
After the spring of the depression,
the snow was not in the spring,
and the bulls were not arrogant.
In the New Year, the calming of the cold forest
is not the desire of everyone,
watching the hippo seems to be long-lived
without strengthening the sun like the sun
Like the white horse, the little white bear
is like Liu Tingyu’s must be in the evening,
and the spring is like the snow and the frost.
Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog.
A hedgehog's Hugo sighs at the end of the sea.
In the river, let the grass on the Qingqing River, think far.
Crossing the river and fishing for the moon
is the imagination of the butterfly dream and Xiaoyan.
The strange fish in the water
uses a leaf as a parachute snail.
But the beautiful white horse, or the little white bear,
caused the flowers to be non-flowered.
Fog is not fog, how long is it like a spring dream?
Going like a butterfly, innocent place?
Back to the shore, the fantasy drifting came to an end,
The Hugo poets and the white bear
fighting people of the Stone Age tribes can meet again.
It’s great!
I hope that their descendants will regain
the traditional culture of the swan
with imagination and fantasy wonderland.
Nursery rhymes.

© 2019 Stone Wood-Tray Wang

Nigel Da Poet Paul, San Fernando, Trinidad & Tobago

That line

It starts with one line
Paused a moment of time
Listen to the guitar chimes
No reason no rhyme
Vocals gone blind
Thoughts don't reminisce
Memories vacant bliss
Blind to the path
Deaf to the journey
For sorrow is the scenery
Yet knees seem weary
Eyes to the sky
Dreams of unanswered wishes
Are but the broken heart dishes
It simply start with a line
Emotions become mimes
Locked in an fictional box
Tears are but waves
Crashing upon metaphysical rocks
Wasted be the energy
Torment consoling reality
It starts with one line
Everything is fine.....

© 2019, Nigel Da Poet Paul

Robert Gillette, Marion, South Carolina, USA

Told my way of observation

This is the story of the eagle

The eagle can live up to 70 years, but to reach that age, it must make a hard decision in its life.  Over its 40 years, his long and flexible Talon's can no longer grab pray which serves as food, his long and sharp beak becomes bent, aged feathers become thick and heavy and stick to his chest, making it difficult to fly.

The eagle is left with only two options: Die, or go through a painful process of change which requires that the eagle to fly to a mountain top and sit in its nest, where he knocks his beak against a rock until he breaks it off. Then he waits for a new beák, claws and feathers to grow.  Finally, he will pluck out his old talon's and with new Talon's, starts plucking out his old feathers. This change is worth sustaining pain, and this eagle takes its famous flight of rebirth and lives another 30 years.

Why is change needed? To survive.

Where we have to start the change process, we have to pluck out unpleasant memories, negative habits and fixed mind sets.  Only free from past burdens , can we take advantage of the present, in order to take a new Journey ahead. In the future let go your fixed mindset , and let your self fly like an eagle.

Brought to you by Robert Little White Bear Gillette

© 2019 Robert Little White Bear Gillette