Poetry Blogs (2016, nature)
poemagraphic on YOU ARE THE MUSIC - revised (currently being recorded) (5 hours ago)
The day is to past, the time is to come.
Life would be ashore, kept below a dome.
Wind shall blow and howl, clouds will rise and pour.
Darkness's upon us, light's hidden from roar.
Nature, nature, she is strong and fair,
wild, crazy, she is a must to protect.
Rain drops over us, sun above the air,
quiet, shiny, a rainbow to collect.
Grass has go...
Saturday 24th December 2016 2:27 pm
In the middle of a hot day,
Somewhere far away,
An old man walked home,
When he decided to roam.
He dug up a cherry tree,
He could grow it free,
He was so very merry,
To grow up a nice cherry.
But suddenly he looked around,
And saw a big God’s crown
Thought: let it grow here,
Bring the berries every year.
Let it grow as high,
As human’s eye ca...
Saturday 17th December 2016 12:54 pm
Another moist, reluctant sunrise
through the night sweat morning dew
the worm pushed towards the light
Across the lawn
the over stuffed pigeon
puffed up her unkempt plumage
cooed a taunt
How dare you wake up today
How dare you show that you tried today
she pinched him up
heaved him away
apatheticaly consenting to his fate
Monday 17th October 2016 12:34 pm
They are going to bend minds-
they’ve thought of all kinds of things that we have never seen,
they will sustain environments and grow fruit in arid deserts
they will go to great and unseen efforts to save the planet,
they’ll shape this world into the word FRIEND.
Starvation will end and they will study the moon
and its correlation to the womb and will study women from cradle...
Tuesday 16th August 2016 10:31 am
She'll take them back
The stones cut carefully and stacked against her
Her winds find ways through the cracks
She'll take them back
All content property of Chandra Mossine
*This original poem was published by the Columbia Art League in their 2014 Interpretations collection
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:45 pm
Sunday 22nd May 2016 9:23 am
I hear the rain
and the audience of green
each drop a crotchet harmonized
rushed on by quavers
and the faces of delight
riding each crescendo
perspiring with relief
and in simple belief of the sun
raising his baton
for the rain to stop
each and every raindrop.
Wednesday 18th May 2016 11:45 am
The sun, full like a ripe peach
Curtseys to the moon
As it powder paints the sky
With warning signs of danger.
Tuesday 19th April 2016 7:59 pm
The moth, I disdain
It needn't cause me pain
Harmless it may be
With no venom to me
It flies into my face
No pattern, no grace
A pitiable creature
In purpose and feature
For I cannot detect
A trait to respect
The spider spins its yarn
Across a lofty barn
And the bee does strive
To provide for its hive
But the moth helps none
As Icarus to the sun
Thursday 14th April 2016 12:22 pm
I fly the birds around this place
We chat amongst the trees
The wildlife up in this place
Contains a rainbow breeze.
The truth rises to the top
A quiet frozen mountain
I fly my birds up to the top
To chat and to surround it.
Discussing the monopoly,
Folks with greed in mind--
I'm the messenger of truth
Sending my birds to fly.
The Greed-ridden dictators
Thursday 14th April 2016 5:18 am
The moth, she knows the flame will burn
But back again, again she comes,
Her velvet collisions dress the air,
Sparkling against these tempting embers
Where she throws herself over and over
Upon the most flickering of fascinations,
Such senseless self-immolation
Strips her to a carapace,
Leaving her scorched, naked, undressed, undone,
Beneath the tragic unravelling of her world.
Friday 8th April 2016 10:10 am
Into the Wilderness
Into the wilderness we went. Edhweirft and Hwyrflung swirled above us, blowing and bustling through the treetops. Watching. Threatening. But maintaining a safe distance as the trees protected us
... we went, as the gloam drew in. Druuuuuin!! Closer. Druuuuuuuuiiiiinnnn!!!!! Closer. It hugs, this gloa...
Sunday 27th March 2016 4:25 pm
Sweaty Little Fingers
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 once I caught a fish alive.
"That's not a fish! It's a tadpole!"
1,2,3,4,5 once I caught a tadpole alive
I loved the little fella and I wanted him to thrive
but he was too small for me so I made him dive
back into the water.
1 little frog hopping around. I bend and lift him from the ground. I wrap him up all safe and s...
Sunday 27th March 2016 4:09 pm
I long to gaze upon your rugged beauty
Magnificent as you rise up
From soft flowing valleys
To collide with the clouds
Slate coloured eyes
Surveying everything beneath you
Dangerously calling me to conquer
I long to swim in your energy
Caught up in the waves of your emotion
Intoxicated by your ebb and flow
My sanity lost in your cadence
Throbbing in your tide
Adrift in the moment...
Tuesday 1st March 2016 8:28 am
It’s so nice to receive your greeting,
From so far away,
I’ve often felt you tickle,
As Earth and Moon do play.
But I suppose cus you’re mostly constant,
And tugging at my feet,
It’s easy to ignore you,
And not feel your heavy beat.
You make such a big impression,
Fine grains in vast clouds you entrap,
And enormous globes entwine and swirl,
At your magic ...
Sunday 14th February 2016 9:28 am
Surging urging, brown, dense molass,
Upheaving through harbour gap,
Foaming deluge broken, unspent,
Over angular boulder castlement,
And with weighty mass continuing on,
To swell and play,
From the upwelling foray.
Sunday 7th February 2016 8:54 pm
Coffee for Two
the coffee shop overfilling and ringing
with mirth and memorable conversation,
floating and finding ownership in the
crooks and crannies of the enclosed room.
no longer smoke but steam.
spent words between friends and strangers alike.
the aloneness cuts through and slices
the moments like a dark dagger cutting
through the thick fog offered up by the...
Saturday 6th February 2016 7:39 pm
Sickly branches spread out from the bodies of comatose trees,
And her feet fall on leaves that have died,
Paper-thin corpses at one with the ground frost,
With each step she feels that she might,
Fall through the earth and plummet for years,
Leaving Welsh winters behind,
Crystalline grass blades stand neatly under silver pink skies,
She follows where the gravelled path snakes,
Wednesday 6th January 2016 11:44 pm