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Three words

I need to hear three words,
gotta know,
I Gotta KNOW
3 simple words
the world could be right
put an end to what seems like endless night
Just 3 little words,
held back
makes me wonder
makes me wander alone,
on a broken path of cobbled stones
not a clue which way to go and
3 simple words
to light the candle in the window
in the tower on the shore
3 words
3 words
to guide me home, seal the fractures in my soul

Burn the Diary

Gone midnight at half dimmed moon
by time of yesteryears and whisperings remembered
recollections ripple the diary page fast the melody fades
and midnight passing becomes awakening time
…  memories of the quiet mind brooding, fill the half faded light
illuminating the shadows in the heart…
Discontent remembered;

Let's talk a little

The busy world and its machinations
have overwhelmed our little space.
The routined utterance of people
without life, without substance
that float in dull air
have made the last bird
to look once in the sky and sigh.
so many words wasted
at the breath of the day
and still no dreams,
no promise of change in the end.
Let's for instance
talk for the sake of talking
Let's talk like the birds
whose utterance
is as wild and free-flowing
as the Niagra, not bound

There was Yesterday, And Now Today

Time is short.
Shorter than we realise;

Shorter than we expect.

Yesterday plans were made...
... today I am told I will never see him again.

Outside the midday sky is grey
hours passed in a numb void
and unrelenting is the rain.

Sharonlee Goodhand Imageweaver

Goodbye dear friend, it was an honour and joy to know you... the day our families became one when my daughter married your son is one of the happiest days of my life. Rest in Peace

The full moon rose over suburban streets
faint traces of daylight slowly draining
from a shadowed sky…
… bats swooped above tree silhouettes
darker shades against the night…
A perfect time to walk in fading light;
Branches echoed with a babbled chorus
as parrots squabbled for tree-space
and one by one lights shone
from regimented rows of houses…

Time's Memories

Time came to her late one night
wizened and weary, carrying a light
He paced across her kitchen floor
- his agitation impossible to ignore;

Oh me! He exclaimed. Oh me oh my!
the hours are simply flashing by
I cannot remember my memories
and I'm no longer sure of my destiny!

She blinked at him a second or two
then said - surely your destiny is to simply be you?
To fulfil your role as you've always done
perpetually existent as the moon and sun?


Poetry, a search for language for
emotion, wanting clarity, is it worth
speaking on? For the sake of the
good. It doesn’t mean it’s for the
right, poetry alone won’t cure moral

A Dream

A Dream

I often has dis poignant dream
Of a maiden whose beauty is soft and dear,
A lovely dame of yesteryear,
Who kneels beside a shrine and a stream.

And tan in the moonlight she comes to me,
In the nascent moonlight, tender, of the spring,
Which inspires songbirds in the trees to sing
In a minor tone, by the fountains near the sea.

John Lars Zwerenz
#love #art #beauty #life #travel


Advancing the soul,
metaphysical orc, promote
original thinking,
experience all, I need sleep.

Tears In Rain

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe
Nerds clamoring for an autograph
off the main floor of Comicon's endless aisles

I watched cosplayer's with low budgets
embarrass themselves in the light
near entrance gate C
All those moments will be lost in time,
like tears in rain.


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