My soul cries to the moon for you
Where the sacred lily unfolds in the darkness
A wandering gypsum of thoughts cascade
Pelting the tides with omniscient questions
For who really ever so loved this world
The grackles of darkness and peering shadows
Shape shifting solemnity of their intentions
Wilting among the perfuming meadows
Where the clover fields are still in full bloom 
As the Lepidoptera spy in the precious nectar
So sweet the honey from your hidden garden
That I lay neath your treasuries and revered gifts
I am but a naked servant to watch the sunrise
So blessed to feel these emotions in my breath
That I cry to the moon for you
Watching the halos spying in my soul
As we are in this great divide
Shape shifting with the sky trumpets
I lay my spirit to rest in your meadow
Just one more day…just one more day…


Poetry Moon Sky Trumpets

before you know it I will be touring with the Beautiful Spiritual Diva: Deva Premal
...hey it's my fantasy anyway I want it (grin)
I LOVE how I feel playing this wonderful instrument even though I am a newbie
soon as the weather warms up I will be outside sitting with Mother Gaia in the sunshine sending out good vibes into the universe...and perhaps totally melodic :)

Vickie's Spanish Cedar Flute

POETRY Hidden Treasuries 

Lament of our hearts
Whence the sun cast her jewels
Hidden are the treasuries
Amid a world of living fools

That walk among the fountains
Crimson among the clovers
Blossoming near the meadows
Our darkness waning over

Wooded by the fortress
The vines thicket so deep
Penetrating our wounds
Tawny cast candles weep

Near the pain of our soul
Slumberous moons are kept
Nearing the darkened veils
Our truth has never slept

As the days unfolding
And the briars are thorned
Each ship we set sail
Our hearts are further scorned

So helm the tilled meadows
Plant deeper than ever before
Release these lament hearts
With songs of tide and shore


POETRY Hidden Treasuries

Arctic snow wreath where even wolves defy
The wintry limbs deep in slumberous trance
As I hear your snow prints 
Excavating a melting warmth
Seems the sun shines on each barren limb
Guiding you like a godly prophet
Your words spilling like the fleeting seasons 
Forever changing adrift on the frozen breeze 
I tried to catch my breath
But, it mattered not
Hurtling unseen truths & lies
As I chase the windtides
I gazed upon you once more
Unmentioned questions
Unemotional ties 
Songs echoic inside my heart
Glistening in the diamond hazed snow
Like treasure troves of dreams
Scattered everywhere for all to see
You offer me to feel the omnipresent richness
As I dig deeper into the vault of my soul’s knowing 
Where your kindness warms the frozen depths of my wounds
That I set fire to the choices burning these bridges
Watching the snowballs roll down the hillside…


POETRY Treasure Troves

Your innate songs arouse a vacant yielding
A sensorial whisper echoic to my soul 
Stilling yourself within the presence of my spirit 
You offer me to see this vastly bounty between us
This gullied well of unforsaken dreams
Dreaming with the gales of the seatide
That I float with the passions of my heart
Dancing with the opals of the moon
Gazing upon the wonderments of you
As I bask in my own thoughts
Whirling as a jeweled carousel in the sky  
As if for all our lives we have known this moment
Eclipsing within the moonlight of our hearts 
As a gentle loving embrace 
Writing and scribing with the muses
Kissing every inch of our spiritual being…


POETRY Beautiful Spirit

All that remains complete
Wandering within the grotto of time
Formed inside our hearts
Echoic and translucent
Where lightning strikes
The sinuous rivers & streams
Innate realization explodes
Birthing eternal awakening
Our knowing is chiseled deep within
Thriving prosperously
Hallowed vessels of life
Vastly are the sacred breadths
Unified and delivering us the sage
Knowing our visions are heightened thrones
Excluding us from the darkness
Yet bathing us in the shadows of the moon
Where the nothingness of validity slumbers
Lit by the lantern of our hearts
We know this significance is alive
Illuminating own pathway
From here to there
Everywhere
Confident in our footprints
Our voices erecting truth
We are archaic vessels of knowledge
Unlocking the secrets of our soul’s union
Our sacred homecoming
Bridging the gulf of this great divide
Between our sagacious melodies
We shall dance and we shall sing
Removing the shrouded veils
We are an all eternal presence
Among this uniting love inside us…

▲Vickie▲


POETRY LOVE POEMS Twin Souls

This utterly gorgeous poem is written by a new friend Poet to his beautiful melody titled:

ALCHEMICAL MEADOW 

my mind is steady 
all though my heart feels as if it was an old oak chair 
creaking and cracking under the wait it must hold 
my soul is steady 
like the melodic beat of my pulse 
reminding me I'm still alive 
I look deep into the murky water in front of me 
and I find a perfect reflection of myself 
reminding me that I'm so imperfect on the inside 
the morning dew still drips from my hair 
and I feel the numbness of my reddened hands 
maybe this is why she never came 
because she saw through my reflection 
I ponder as I watch the water disappear 
into the rippling mirror in front of me 
and distorting my perfect reflection 
the sun hits my back finally
breaking the dark binds of the clouds 
and I finally break the binds that bound me 
to nothingness and the shallow process of selfishness we call life 
for so long I feel the pain go away
because of her not coming 
I realized someone noticed my imperfection 
and I can cast off the mask I once wore

Background Melody Alchemical Meadow & 
Poem Written by Emotional Dick Puncher
https://soundcloud.com/motionalickuncher/alchemical-meadow
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Melodic Poetry Alchemical Meadow

It’s these peaceful moments that I cherish
The lingering quietude of solemnity
Between the bustling chatter and noises of others 
Where words are oftentimes spoken
In the haste of the messiness of life
Where such a discontent brews inside a wound
hidden wounds ….wounds in plain sight
That tears well up from their fountains
And they ripple across our faces
Like little daggers of misery
Begging for one more chance 
To right the wrongs of the darkness
And crucify the devil for his ego the ego we all know
Filled with the abundance of our emotions
Scathed by hollow walls of mayhem 
Scolded for feeling the feelings
Saboteurs of love and life
Who are you…really
The ones with the crippled heart
Hiding their bruised veins
Spilling poison from their lips
Cursing at all the wrong pathways  
For their blind grudge into death
They wither like a dying elm tree
But their wood is salvaged for the fire…


POETRY Crippled Heart

Poetry Sacred Sanctuary 

There is this refuge
Deep within our souls knowing
That we are the divine essence of love
The sacred gateway of all that is eternal
A resonating force of all that is meant to be
And all that has been within this unison
Echoing and vibrating from the depths of our heart
A sacred shine that illuminates pathways
Offering footprints to our homecoming
We are the lanterns of love’s light
The omnipresence of God
The visors of godly presence
That shines into every darkened aspect of life
This poetic sanctuary of our souls
Where our words scribe among the ancients
Listening to the cosmic forces of our soul’s soul
That we are divine nectars of infinity
We are the gatekeepers of preciousness
The passion vessels of god sending wisdom
We are the love of all lifetimes…


POETRY Sacred Vessels

Mother's Beautiful Symphony of Bird Songs Serenading Their New Day...even though we have a bit more snow. March 23rd, 2015 7:34 a/m 

Mother's Morning Bird Songs

when I realized
the sun shone across the valleys of your heart
with so much omniscient beauty
I was quite surprised to see
that there were no blossoms of my love for you there
no matter the seeds and the roots that I sowed for you
you plucked all my petals
one by one
time after time
with unsung memories
unaware of my timelessness 
for you
I still did not quite see the beauty of my own garden
blindly giving away all I could give
the love I spilled with nectarous words
endlessly bathing you with my love
attuned into the attentions of your desires
I knelt for decades
patiently waiting
beckoning upon beckoning 
within the dredge of silence  
or so it seems
uncharted and carefree
selflessly
into every moon spun dream
that you awakened in me
(or so I thought)
like the millennia of cascading waterfalls
breathlessly banishing my heart
I reveled inside the promises of your wishes
cultivating the trellis of many perfumes
your words that I gave meaning too 
inhaling the fragrances I created for you
as I realize 
I am not in the garden of your love
no blossoms within the pelting rainfall
I was, and am, merely a pathway 
a gentle breeze to help you along
a guiding light to shine on your darkness
the surrendering of my own footsteps
so that you could find the love you sought
follow your heart my love
follow your heart
as I now set myself free 
like a seedling on the windtide
so that I too may grow anew...

Follow Your Heart My Love by POET Victoria L. McColley

Wrap Your Heart Inside God Sweet Child

I delight in the gorgeousness of the song Wrens, who happily made their nests in my Goose Neck Gourds this year (2012) I grew the gourds in my 2011 stock garden. I hung 8 dried Gourds for the birds. The Finches build their nests in the gourds too. 

Sounds of My Yard Wrens & Doves

must we always drift across the moments of time
whispering to the starry storms of an unhesitating eventide
unaware that the blushing morning glory of bird songs 
distracts our audacious memory from the recurrent promises
where we blessedly laid our silent dreams to peacefully rest 
remaining unadmittedly jaded by the dried rose petals
saved on their thorny stems near a corner davenport
where the feigns of aging dust gently gathered resolution
and the senescent perfume faded into stale memories
moth eaten and unripened by the events of dismay...


The Dried Rose Petals

Trilling Dalliances 

where the plushness of love mirrors
all that everyday commands
awakening the mystic song birds
near whispery oceanic sands

may I gather you a rose blossom
or the trumpets of a new daffodil
caught near the climbing moon ivy
over the grassy sought clover hill

oh sweetest, sweetest nectar 
my lovely honey bee
our dragon fly messages 
are wrote for all to see

as we drink from falling water creeks
delighting in fragrant zephorus imbue
whisper to me your trilling dalliances
thirsting in your sweetest plucked clue

Poetry by: Vctoria L. McColley


Trilling Dalliances

Surrounded by Black Birds

we are the mystery
…the magic of the world
…the art of words
…we are POETS
I am a living poem

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