ETHICAL HEIGHTS
The lofty heights of ethical paths,
Where virtue shines, where light shines clear,
In the hearts of the brave, in the souls of the pure,
A beacon of ethics, a guide to truth.
Courage like a rock, steadfast,
In the sea of challenges, in the storms of life,
We walk firmly, with insatiable faith,
To the heights of honor, where the light shines.
Reverence is like a flower, sweet-smelling,
It spreads around us, like a roaring wave,
Appreciation of every being, every work,
In the shelter of ethics, where the heart burns.
Selflessness leads us, hand in hand,
Through labyrinths of compassion, through challenges difficult,
We share love, give strength,
On ethical heights, where humanity meets.
Oh, may our steps always be firm,
On the path of ethical heights, where virtue flourishes,
May God in our hearts be a guide, a beacon of the world,
We soar high, where we subtly walk the bridges of meeting a soul like ours to embrace a soul-elevating thought. How to help humanity sleeping on the wings of the witch Maya?
In the name of ethics, an attack in defense of the truth!
I lived without you
The love spell struck suddenly,
Made a nest in my heart,
As a miracle my love novel,
I dreamed with your absence.
Right and left, wedding knot,
On the happy day of lovers,
I stayed true to our love,
I got engaged with your absence.
My eyes longed for you,
I could not be happy with you,
Signed my soul pen,
I got married with your absence.
I knew the love poem,
I loved life so much,
I did not blame my fate,
I lived with your absence.
DREAM
With a bunch of lost images
They don't say anything anymore...
DREAM
With verses from other times
May they appear suddenly
Lights that illuminated
my times of youth
DREAM
In vain; trying to recover
sparkles that the water crystallized
in scattered reflections..
DREAM
With a diluted history
in the air
with similar gesture
to the absence
DREAM
With a swan with blue feathers
An unchained elephant
A jungle full of fruits
Before the extermination comes.
DREAM
With a place for voices
old
who fled behind the walls
DREAM
With lovers
they invent poems with life
DREAM
Detached from the cluster of clumsiness
ESCAPE
Of the shadows and everything
what doesn't taste like tenderness
DREAM
With eager eyes
Astonished
The only ones with whom you will read these verses
We Need Not Speak
As you hold me close in your warm embrace
I feel like we will melt into one as our hearts beat together.
We need not speak..
Our unsteady breaths speak for us
They are as pleasing as any love poem ever passionately uttered
My love for you will show in my eyes and in my touch
I slowly drench your heart's barren ground
Whenever you reach for me, I will be right there..
I will always come to you, and there will never be
any doubt that you are alive inside... ❤
Love is our Song
Love as we know it, is like a prayer,
and music is what fills our souls with life
It flows from my breath like a gentle breeze,
and I see you come alive with each new song
When our souls met, you gave up your heart
You sacrificed your life for both of us as a whole
You name became mine and mine became yours
Burning in our love was our destination foretold
and the many memories are as many as the stars
We have spent many nights just remembering them all
And our love will be forever eternal..
I see it in your eyes. ❤
A Flame Between Us
Like a match, you started a flame between us
I've always understood my place in your life
And remembered when and how it all started
Look no further than right in front of you
because that is where you will find my smile
It's never changed, and has always been for you
My light glows around you like a flame of life
If you hear my voice, follow the sound
I will light the way to where you will find me
and the dark will no longer surround you
For this flame will light our path together.
Kristy Raines was born in Oakland California in The United States of America and is a poet, writer, author and humanitarian/advocate.
She has five books getting ready to publish soon, one with a prominent Poet from India which will launch hopefully soon called, "I Cross my Heart from East to West", two fantasy books of her own called, "Rings, Thins and Butterfly Wings" and "Princess and The Lion", and an anthology of poems in English, "The Passion Within Her" and her Autobiography called "My Very Anomalous Life"
Kristy has received many literary awards for her unique style of writing.
Banshee Call
From those decrepit ruin walls
Hollow cries creep over the moor.
Something wicked, eerily calls
Whining deathly tears of dire lore.
Night breeze, like morbid ice
Hauntingly drifts among the trees.
From yon desolate edifice
Come cries that make blood freeze.
But a grave now; those castle walls,
Naught as her haunting grounds.
And when you hear the Banshee calls;
Know is how your death sounds.
For few live to tell their tales
Of their acquaintance with cries at night.
For when the Banshee wails
Nigh never do they greet dawn's light.
Then when one hears the Banshee's call
A wretched soul is destined to fall.
Inner Torment
Lost in misery my soul burns.
It sleeps but sorrow always returns.
If of a memory's cost
Or in Limbo where hope is lost.
This hell will not yield.
There is no mercy upon this battlefield.
Only footprints left by death.
Only tears that strangle one's breath.
Dark requiem in fading light
Sorrow awakens with the night.
Abominations from my inner torment
Rising in a horrid ascent.
From South-Western Michigan, Jerry Langdon has lived in Germany since the early 90's. He is an artist and poet. His works bathe in a darker side of emotion and fantasy. He has released five books of Poetry titled "Temperate Darkness an Behind the Twilight Veil", “Death and other cold things” “Rollercoaster Heart” and “Frosted Dreams” Jerry is also the editor and publisher of the literary magazine Raven Cage Zine poetry and prose. His poetic inspirations are derived from poets such as Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. As well as from various rock bands. His apparently twisted mind, twists and intertwines fantasy with reality.
Moonset
Moonset; dawn dawning
On a silent world; no birds
Sing in the stillness reigning.
The wind has closed its mouth
On the tremulous leaves of trees
Marching across the horizon.
Moonset; the flowers sleep
In their silent fragrance, deep
In the disappearing shadows
As silver darkness dawning daylight
Reclaims a yawning world, with
Golden rims in the eastern sky.
Moonset; golden sun rising
Greeting a new day; new dreams
Form as the fading tranquility
Of the night slips into oblivion.
The sweetness of night’s beauty
Softly steals into the gold of day.
For the Long Ago
Loving you for the long ago.
Being with you; forever courting
Your impeccable character;
Your intrinsic manner; classic
Silhouette; perfect form; your
Incomparable beauty, your
Mystic capacity for creating
Memories while showing
Your undying love for me;
Loving me each day; each year;
With a love that never ceases
But goes on, for the long ago.
Annie Johnson is 84 years old. She is Shawnee Native American. She has published two, six hundred-page novels and six books of poetry. Annie has won several poetry awards from world poetry organizations including; World Union of Poets; she is a member of World Nations Writers Union; has received the World Institute for Peace award; the World Laureate of Literature from World Nations Writers Union and The William Shakespeare Poetry Award. She received a Certificate and Medal in recognition of the highest literature from International Literary Union for the year 2020, from Ayad Al Baldawi, President of the International Literary Union. She has three children, two grandchildren, and two sons-in-law. Annie played a flute in the Butler University Symphony. She still plays her flute.
Wake Up World
Gone is the spring
where hope does mold
Gone is the summer
with passion bold
Gone is the autumn
of affections are told
Now is winter
so selfish and love cold
Shiver and freeze
with indifference, world
To darkness
our souls have been sold
Where fire burns
greed and hatred wars foretold.
Goals
Each traveler has own goal
To be a diamond, remain as coal
Or be in between, a crystal soul
Judge not for each one as a role
My goal is not yours, yours is not mine
Accept each other's role, all will be fine
I can drink coffee, enjoy your wine
Deaf to threats and endless whine
Choose your path, I have found my nest
Don't begrudge me of well deserved rest
Life is short, I have chosen my test
I journeyed East, you now travel West
We may for a time have to separate
Do not be sad, do not feel desperate
Love is not measured by one opened gate
Spirits remain as one, whatever be Fate
Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa was born January 14, 1965, in Manila Philippines. She has worked as a retired Language Instructor, interpreter, caregiver, secretary, product promotion employee, and private therapeutic masseur. Her works have been published as poems and short story anthologies in several language translations for e-magazines, monthly magazines, and books; poems for cause anthologies in a Zimbabwean newspaper; a feature article in a Philippine newspaper; and had her works posted on different poetry web and blog sites. She has been writing poems since childhood but started on Facebook only in 2014. For her, Poetry is life and life is poetry.
Lilian Kunimasa considers herself a student/teacher with the duty to learn, inspire, guide, and motivate others to contribute to changing what is seen as normal into a better world than when she steps into it. She has always considered life as an endless journey, searching for new goals, and challenges and how she can in small ways make a difference in every path she takes. She sees humanity as one family where each one must support the other and considers poets as a voice for Truth in pursuit of Equality and proper Stewardship of nature despite the hindrances of distorted information and traditions.
