Editorial Assistance Please :)

To all of my followers and gentle readers, I am busy preparing my anthology of poetry to (hopefully) be published by year end. Introduction has been drafted, cover has been designed, back stories for some of the poems penned and a few interesting photos of my working notes have been taken to (hopefully) insert into the anthology. To try and give you the reader, a feel for my writing and creative process, and what it looks like in rough draft/scribble – (hopefully its not to scary).

This is where you dear gentle reader come into the picture,  by helping me to select 30 to 35 poems, some of which are listed on my site:

Michael’s Poems

Tag one of your favourite poems to be included (by commenting on this post), who knows, you might get to read the back story (as to what inspired me to pen that particular poem), or get to see some of the original draft scribbles and scrawls, photographed from my notebook (which is always in my bag or on my person) – as you never know when inspiration is going to walk through the door.

Thanks again for all the likes and follows … see you in the web world 🙂

 

 

Blood or Love?

which runs deeper
blood or love
which runs thicker
which cuts deeper
there are ties that blind
blood ties, love loosens the bonds


love is worth the sacrifice
moving beyond
break the chains
rattle the locks
break the cage
loosen the ties that bind
no not sever


let me show you what love can do
break the pillars
shatter the foundations
spread that love
come now my darling
just lie in my arms
its you and I that now remain
let me show you
what is possible with love

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

A Symbiotic Life

A blog I follow posted the following stunning pictures of moss growing on a tree. The pictures inspired me to write the following poem.

https://withmyheadintheheavens.wordpress.com/2016/10/01/brushstrokes-of-nature

https://withmyheadintheheavens.wordpress.com/2016/09/30/moss-clings-to-bark-creating-new-life/

new life crawls over the old
 masking the scars of the past
 choke, mask, regenerate?
 do we discard progress
so not to mask the past
 is harmony possible?

 
the new need not choke history
like moss
let the new enrich
beautifying the scars of our past travails
old and new
a symbiotic relationship
survival is dependent on the other
 

let the past benefit from the new
without causing harm
both have the ability to harm
the path of balance needs to be learnt
past, present and the way ahead
the way of the cleaning symbiosis
discarding the excess

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

White Feathers

Inspired to write a poem on peace, seeing as the 21st of Sept was/is the International Day of Peace.

a white feather fell from heaven

doves fly by

a bullet whistles past

blood drips from the bough of a tree

peace in our time is the mantra

can it be believed



cowardice, faith, protection, bravery

peace

so many messages, to which do we cleave

hope from beyond; past, present or future

don’t shoot the messenger



crying white doves circle

hoping they do not die bringing their message

doves cry where children die

hope dies when doves cannot fly

may they be lifted on the wings of peace

upwards to a burning sky

to a place with no name



the sun sets on a world in disarray

how many more white feathers need to fall from a burning sky

the spirits are watching

are they at peace?

I pray that they will be

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

Choices

choices

heaven or hell

real and visible

surreal yet invisible

within and without


paths

high road or low road

real or imagined

stepping into the jaws

or away from the maw


lust anger greed

passion love temperance

heaven in hell

or

hell in heaven


any day now

today

right now

your choice

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

Mortality

black is the colour

red is the number

blue is the steel of the knife

lost is the answer

what is the question



gray is the smoke

orange is the glow

the smoke curls upwards

mortality is the answer

preservation is at stake



golden is the silence

orange is the colour

ripping the silence apart



crystal are the tears

raining down on the moment



lost is still the answer

the question remains uncertain

all that is certain

is mortality

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

Rainbows in Her Eyes

fluttering eye lids in the morning light

cascading hair across her visage

my love lies in a gentle slumber

slowly the gateway to her emotions opens

fluttering eyelids reveal what lies beneath

 unleashing the emotions

lying behind the portal



they spring forth

revealing all the colours of the rainbow

the colours of love, lust, longing

desire, happiness

sadness

the rainbow in her eyes

I am privileged to see

and partake in all the colours

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

Surrounded By Life

there is life is everywhere

it exists, and always has

in all that we see there is life

even in death, there is life

it is light, pushing darkness back

fighting those that rail against it



in the most unimaginable places

life claws out an existence

life like hope is the eternal spring

that we all desire to sate our thirst

long may the well overflow

with a never ending

river of life

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

An Incomplete Puzzle

the sky is as empty as my life

a vast unfathomable emptiness

charting a path through the maze of nothingness

searching for the piece of the puzzle that is missing

my heart demands the puzzle to be complete

it yearns for the picture to be made whole

only then can the bleeding stop

 

in a bed with an empty pillow next to me

I dream of my missing puzzle piece

of the one who holds my heart

so sad that what we do to survive

can make the puzzle incomplete

I asked myself in my dream;

so why do I do it?


dreams like puzzles are riddled with missing pieces

the one piece I need is within my grasp

it comes to me all alone

it means so much to me

the piece, the puzzle, my beloved

completing the picture

bringing me full circle

to completion

serenity

peace

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

Elijah’s Door

we open the door but no one comes in

but we must always be wiling

to leave the door open

for those with wanderlust to enter

or those with questions to exit



the door to the dark

enter from the dark to the light

or exit out into the dark

either way we can always

while waiting

sip from the chalice at the portal



knowledge brings light to the darkness

making the unknown known

the artist ventures out into the dark

through the open door

to measure the unseen

to tell the story of the unknown



the open door leads out

to all that is not yet known

we can get lost out there

in the vastness and strangeness of the dark

although we can also find harmony

those with wanderlust can become anyone

or no one



the door is always open

if we can find our way back

as the solitary aspect of getting lost is enticing

mystery becomes our compass

we become like Dante traversing

jumping to hell and back

to find ourselves back in paradise

at the open door



always be willing to leave a door open

peace could enter unannounced

future redemption could even enter

or we could exit on another enticing journey

getting lost on a quest for questions

questions that might not have answers

what then comes first?

the question, the answer

or the intention?

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich