Submissions by Phoebe (Phoebe Amelia Jane Ryrko)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
life lives through me and poetry is a perfume that arises
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2012 6:34pm
1st Mar 2012 6:34pm
boats are bound when out to sea
boats are bound when out to sea
to reach the other, a distant land, a farther shore
still no few are clangling in the harbour breeze
expectantly waiting, to be free of the anchoring weight
will you come for me with your silver sail
to ride the crests and plunge the deep
under the vanishing moon ?
captain, my compass is in my hand
I built a rowing boat, made of wood
called trust and be ready
good will and good weather
willing and able seaman together
you be the wind and I’ll be the ocean
doomed to sink she floundered, ran a...
to reach the other, a distant land, a farther shore
still no few are clangling in the harbour breeze
expectantly waiting, to be free of the anchoring weight
will you come for me with your silver sail
to ride the crests and plunge the deep
under the vanishing moon ?
captain, my compass is in my hand
I built a rowing boat, made of wood
called trust and be ready
good will and good weather
willing and able seaman together
you be the wind and I’ll be the ocean
doomed to sink she floundered, ran a...
686 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2012 7:44am
1st Mar 2012 7:44am
Yellow Flowers
March 26th
I will bring you yellow flowers
to say thank you
thank you
to you,
to flowers and to all the many yellows.
I am so unutterably blessed
so many blessings
that I cannot count
tears are pouring out of me
tears of gratitude
the place is so wonderous
the light that shines from there
so very lovely
thank you
I will bring you yellow flowers
to say thank you
thank you
to you,
to flowers and to all the many yellows.
I am so unutterably blessed
so many blessings
that I cannot count
tears are pouring out of me
tears of gratitude
the place is so wonderous
the light that shines from there
so very lovely
thank you
815 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2012 10:11pm
28th Feb 2012 10:11pm
a dutch sailor
sing me timeless
song the eternal
angel‘s gift
dolphin prince
sky blue swallow
diving swift
rowing boat out
fishing with
just one oar
makin the milkyway
back home
passed out on the door
drenched in golden
sunlight
piss
I wake you up
Moon
with my kiss
a white horse
coming
to carry me home
swan in my river
white
and a dove ...
song the eternal
angel‘s gift
dolphin prince
sky blue swallow
diving swift
rowing boat out
fishing with
just one oar
makin the milkyway
back home
passed out on the door
drenched in golden
sunlight
piss
I wake you up
Moon
with my kiss
a white horse
coming
to carry me home
swan in my river
white
and a dove ...
651 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2012 9:31pm
28th Feb 2012 9:31pm
Valentine Sunset
Just dazzling, you know the kind
when the street lamps shine all white and innocent
against a shimmering blue, twilight fading into the passion
of violet and red into orange, the colours of burning
burning a heart on fire and black spires
defining old, old stories pointing upwards
my eyes follow, you your hot hand in your pocket
holding mine, as if we were a valentine couple
not standing alone addicted to watching and abstinence
praying to grow wings to fly beyond higher spires
rest in the the sound, you've your feet for walking
across...
when the street lamps shine all white and innocent
against a shimmering blue, twilight fading into the passion
of violet and red into orange, the colours of burning
burning a heart on fire and black spires
defining old, old stories pointing upwards
my eyes follow, you your hot hand in your pocket
holding mine, as if we were a valentine couple
not standing alone addicted to watching and abstinence
praying to grow wings to fly beyond higher spires
rest in the the sound, you've your feet for walking
across...
600 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2012 4:02pm
26th Feb 2012 4:02pm
wild iris
in my river
invisible
violet
movement of wild
iris
opening
dissolve dry ink
under water
the stream
a stunning river
of blue
flowing
into the black
dark swift
learning to fly
falls and is
caught
by the cat
who watches
with yellow eyes
every
moment
may I fall
and be
caught
in the jaws
of some
great
tiger
invisible
violet
movement of wild
iris
opening
dissolve dry ink
under water
the stream
a stunning river
of blue
flowing
into the black
dark swift
learning to fly
falls and is
caught
by the cat
who watches
with yellow eyes
every
moment
may I fall
and be
caught
in the jaws
of some
great
tiger
657 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2012 2:40pm
25th Feb 2012 2:40pm
Hurt passes
Hurt passes
rain falls
sun
you come
we go
where
in the mine
golden veins
shine
in the dark
rain falls
sun
you come
we go
where
in the mine
golden veins
shine
in the dark
766 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 8:55pm
23rd Feb 2012 8:55pm
Opened Orange 22.02.2012
Oscar Wilde lives
of all the story writing in truth I am tired, I am out of juice
I know what paths I walked before , I was there
what's worse I am becoming into a talker pointing down old roads.
Swallows fly to Africa, they don't sit on high wires with whys
chattering like sparrows, they up and go or stay to pluck sapphires
from golden prince's eyes and give them to the poor.
I am still waiting for my swallow though I have a ruby under my pillow.
Walking along the motorway back from the supermarket
late on and in the dark, with food to eat...
of all the story writing in truth I am tired, I am out of juice
I know what paths I walked before , I was there
what's worse I am becoming into a talker pointing down old roads.
Swallows fly to Africa, they don't sit on high wires with whys
chattering like sparrows, they up and go or stay to pluck sapphires
from golden prince's eyes and give them to the poor.
I am still waiting for my swallow though I have a ruby under my pillow.
Walking along the motorway back from the supermarket
late on and in the dark, with food to eat...
#OscarWilde
950 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2012 8:19pm
22nd Feb 2012 8:19pm
Who Sees ?
It seems there will be a “success” and its going to be me and mine...
Is there a person for whom I am doing this ? Who ? or in other words so what ?
Only do it because ....actually for nothing, for no reason.
What needs to be done will be done anyway.
Mountain peaks and green valleys the ups and downs existing in my memory
everything is a something and a nothing at the same time, crazy ideas that make me cry or smile...
Who needs a hero's welcome, who needs to be loved?
Who sees the huge sky and the tiny blue butterfly
flying beside the motor way, who...
Is there a person for whom I am doing this ? Who ? or in other words so what ?
Only do it because ....actually for nothing, for no reason.
What needs to be done will be done anyway.
Mountain peaks and green valleys the ups and downs existing in my memory
everything is a something and a nothing at the same time, crazy ideas that make me cry or smile...
Who needs a hero's welcome, who needs to be loved?
Who sees the huge sky and the tiny blue butterfly
flying beside the motor way, who...
711 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Feb 2012 10:31pm
20th Feb 2012 10:31pm
Skimming stones
Consciousness is the stone that creates the waves in a sea of nothing”-Richard Gerber
I never could
I had to try
I had to practice
so I didn't come with you
to the fair ground
I had to find
smooth flat stones
and throw them
again
and again
making a stone
jump on water
...
I never could
I had to try
I had to practice
so I didn't come with you
to the fair ground
I had to find
smooth flat stones
and throw them
again
and again
making a stone
jump on water
...
838 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Feb 2012 9:54pm
20th Feb 2012 9:54pm
Beauty , where are you ?
(without a mention of wild roses)
Are you there always resting, quietly in the strings of the violins
effortlessly shining in stars, blowing through trees?
We apprehend you, when we open our eyes to you
and our throats to you in song. I want to call you Orpheus but you have no name.
Something moves us, it feels familiar
a repetition of what a father told us driving down to school in winter
he retelling what his mother told him, which she read in a magazine
on life and philosophy. This is not you, I don’t think it is.
Unannounced,...
Are you there always resting, quietly in the strings of the violins
effortlessly shining in stars, blowing through trees?
We apprehend you, when we open our eyes to you
and our throats to you in song. I want to call you Orpheus but you have no name.
Something moves us, it feels familiar
a repetition of what a father told us driving down to school in winter
he retelling what his mother told him, which she read in a magazine
on life and philosophy. This is not you, I don’t think it is.
Unannounced,...
827 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2012 9:49am
19th Feb 2012 9:49am
The Dragon Kite
It was a long time ago now, the kite was long, maybe thirty foot
with a wide open face painted in many vibrant, exotic colours.
From China via London a real dragon just waiting to be woken up.
We all went to the green hill nearby, before supper, my brother and sister a friend and me
a wind was up and I knew what I had to do.
we flew it out to the end of the string and back, the wind taking our breath away.
They all went home getting hungry, cold and the light autumn light fading,
but I stayed out there, flying, the string in my red hands and my heart...
with a wide open face painted in many vibrant, exotic colours.
From China via London a real dragon just waiting to be woken up.
We all went to the green hill nearby, before supper, my brother and sister a friend and me
a wind was up and I knew what I had to do.
we flew it out to the end of the string and back, the wind taking our breath away.
They all went home getting hungry, cold and the light autumn light fading,
but I stayed out there, flying, the string in my red hands and my heart...
965 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2012 9:46am
19th Feb 2012 9:46am
It was time for mourning and lamentation
deep inside me there is a cry
that will only end when
inside is outside, moving without barriers
your vigilance my vigilance
already your heart lives in my breast
but mind destroys my innocence
snatching the baby from its cradle
things seems to be distracting, tears and troubled
one days soon deep inside me the cry
will come out loud and final
no more tears only joy
no more doors between you and me !
life ever loving unfolding
you take my head in your hands
I whisper “broken heart”
you smile and walk away and I...
that will only end when
inside is outside, moving without barriers
your vigilance my vigilance
already your heart lives in my breast
but mind destroys my innocence
snatching the baby from its cradle
things seems to be distracting, tears and troubled
one days soon deep inside me the cry
will come out loud and final
no more tears only joy
no more doors between you and me !
life ever loving unfolding
you take my head in your hands
I whisper “broken heart”
you smile and walk away and I...
737 reads
4 Comments
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