Beautiful Minds Poets

Sunita Hussain, Noida (National Capital Region), Uttar Pradesh, India

Be free from negativity

It pains to see people in pain,
Immersed in the pool of melancholy.

Important to cut down negative train,
Begotten ill to be well taken care.
Is it necessary to pass on
What we get from others?

Transfer of heat with thoughts,
feelings are not to be shared.
The cycle of hatred to be
stopped somewhere.

Replacing anguish with smile,
creating a difference with joy,
Can't we make it worthwhile.
Let there be living to enjoy.

© 2019 Sunita

Jamie Leigh Jones, Mount Olive, North Carolina, USA

Resilient Wings

The wooden floor soaks up her tears of pain as her broken, bloody wings swing from the chains
Wings once White that added glory to her name now ripped from her back torn apart and stained
Her thoughts and prayers so hollow without her wings so bright
Above her head they hang drowning out the light
Drops of her tainted blood drip down upon her skin
Sizzling as they burn and leave marks on her soul deep within
Chained and bound by despair and smothering grief
She just couldn't hang on any longer needing guidance and relief
Lost is she as her spirit and body grow weak
But to her feet she rises never swaying from her beliefs
Reaching out her hands as they tremble from her fear
She feels a warming presence so far but yet so near
She lifts her weary head to watch the blood stains fade away
And her wings of White start glowing as they lower from the chains
Hope enters her body as they begin to reattach and heal with grace
As light surrounds her body and lifts her from that lonely, darkened place

(c) 2019 Jamie Leigh Jones

Inside the Corners of My Mind Poetry

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

Ratty

Poor old Ratty, how I love thee

Undeserved, is the reputation that precedes you

You’ve gone and got yourself

Spreading wildfires of disease, for being

Such a magnificent, beautiful, little meddlesome creature.

Born like all - life forms

Naturally, upon these manifested planes

Of illusionary and misguided perceptions

Of what is, and is not the truth

Of realistic, representative values.

Mankind, has always, had habitual inconsistencies

Blaming issues, continually, upon others

Irrespective of facts and realities

Fairness and equality, to all other life forms

Living wishfully, in peaceful harmonies upon this world.

In fact, it wasn’t poor old Ratty’s blameworthiness

Dubbing his species, with the labelling, pest, or vermin

When factually, it was us, that's the invader

Reducing thoughtlessly, in exponential expansions, across territories of every species, known to mankind

Tarnished with the same brush and stupidity, in killing poor old Ratty’s, natural predators.

I look forward to the day when so-called humanity looks back, heads bowed in unforgivable shame

The perpetrators, in reckless thoughtlessness and behavioural issues;

We’re the plague, the scourge, upon the earth;

And maybe, just maybe, while our species suffer futuristically from world mismanagement

In realising our foolishness, inappropriate behaviours, we sincerely apologise, to Poor old Ratty!

© 2019 Clive Norman

Craig Burt, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA

Thunder is screaming

Heart fearing
My room rattled

Skies darken, glooming
I wrapped myself tight in vainMy anxious feelings weep

#Cherita

Maria Elvira Fernandes Correia, Sao Paulo Brazil

#cherita

This tread of dawn lights

It meeting you awakened
to the day of mine and verses

Quill and Ink on canvas drawing
sight of lyrics melody,
this our days wrap tales, feelings its samples

Copyright (c)2019 MEFC

Mary Lynn Luiz, Winter Haven, Florida, USA

I Hope

I saw you coming toward me and when

I looked into your eyes I fell in love!

As you touched my hands and held them, saying " Hello.

The smile on your face told me you loved me instantly also!

Flames of fire danced between your touch and mine!

The loving arms that enfolded and caressed you,

with tenderness of an angel’s wings, where mine.

Lost in your embrace was a feeling, I considered to be divine!

Your kiss swept me away, to a world where I had never been,

raptured me and then brought me back again!

How could this love so filled with passion and bliss,

that we shared for so long be only a memory that exists?

My heart is full of hairline cracks,

Where love for you keeps seeping through.

I keep making things to do, to try and forget about you.

But when I tire and stop, I find myself in thoughts of you!

I hope you find eyes of blue, that see you the same way as I do

I hope you find a love like mine, to kiss your lips with love divine.

I hope you find love, not lust and you’ll know the difference before you say “Hello”!

I hope you find a love so pure you’ll stay together your whole life through!

I hope again before I die, I’ll meet the man who will take me to the sky!

With a love so pure that our souls will thrive, together we’ll fly so high!

Within his kiss and embrace, we’ll survive, becoming as one until we die!

And with God's help and guidance, my dreams will come true. I’ll be satisfied!

Dolores Altea Lapinid, Marikina City, Metro Manila, Philippines

#haibun
Sampaguita *

Long ago, Rosita, the daughter of the Datu of Gagalangin and Delfin, the son of the Datu of Balintawak, fell in love with each other. Both of their parents are mortal enemies.

forbidden love
disregard family feud
meets secretly

The lovers meet secretly at night when the moon was bright near the boundary of their respective territory.
Each territory has a bamboo fence. Both parties see to it that territorial divisions are observed. One time a territorial battle occured. Delfin led the battle for Barangay Balintawak. He was young and inexperienced. He was hit badly. Before his death, he told his men that he will be buried near the boundary.

I'm ready to fight
what is mine is really mine.
till the last drop

Rosita too got sick. Before she died. she told her father that she will be buried near their property boundary.

my body will rest
in our secret meeting place
with sweet memories

Time passed and there were changes made by the government. Some people said that a small bush grew near the boundaries of former Balintawak and Gagalangin. It had small white flowers and fragrant smell at night. They could hear moans of the dead lovers saying, "Sumpa kita( I swear)." Later the flowers came to be known as Sampaguita.

dainty white flowers
with sweet fragrance at night
remembrance of Love