Halloween

Orange and black,
Bags of snack,
Pumpkin lights,
A night of fright.

Children play,
Fear and horror,
Disguise they wear,
And knock at door.

Cold settles in,
Return to reality,
All Hollow's Eve ends,
And back to mortality.


     -Devin Gaughan

Is This Life?

Wake up.
Regain control.
Freed from the Nightmare,
Freed from that Role.
Memories of you,
Fear of the Present.
Emptiness.
Longing.
Morning Light seems filled with Blight.
Find only sanctuary in midst of Night.
Tears of Sorrow.
Tears of Wonder.
Why did you do this?
Where are you now?
Marco.
Polo.
Heart of Death,
Mind of Oblivion.
Screaming.
Deceiving.
Believing.
Is this Life?
Or is this Death?


       -Devin Gaughan

Thank You

Thank you for your poem(s), and I hope to receive more to display for the world to see, right here at the Benevolence blog!

Keep sending in your submissions. We want to see all of your favorite poems, whether you are the author or not (please give the author's name with every poem submission, so credit can be given where due.)

          -Benevolence Blog

On a Wing and a Prayer

I found this beautiful and inspiring poem today on this website, and I really wanted to share it with you all. I hope the author doesn't mind, not that I could find the actual name of the author on the website. I don't take any credit for this piece of work. Please enjoy this wonderful piece!

I’ll never forget that fateful day 

When I heard the doctors say 

We have bad news, the tests are in 

I suddenly lost my happy grin. 

They said don’t fret, but to no avail 

We will get through this..we will not fail 

There is no choice, we must stand tall 

And beat this thing, once and for all 

Three months have passed and I am weak 

My body tired, my soul so bleak 

I will get through this that I know 

But at this moment, it does not show 

I want to rest my weary fears 

And pretend for a moment that I don’t care 

To carry them all through the day 

Just makes it harder…please go away 

Four months have passed and I am bright 

My cheery soul shines through the night 

I think I’ve beat this monsters grip 

My strength and courage, I came equipped 

Today’s the day they’ll tell me so 

You’ve beat this thing…one month to go 

Let’s sing and dance the night away 

I’m happy now…so won’t you stay 

I always knew right from the start 

I would prevail…for I’ve got heart 

They said don’t fret…what did they know 

I had to prove it was my show 

I fought this beast and now I’ve won 

Thank you mommy…said my son 

I don’t know what I would have done 

For it was all or merely none 

I' ve shown such strength and through it all 

I never wavered, I stood so tall 

I made it through, from there to here 

All because of a wing and a prayer 

Copyright © 2008 RG/Gloria Gemma Breast Cancer Resource Foundation

The Leaves

The leaves had a wonderful frolic.
They danced to the wind's loud song.
They whirled, and they floated, and scampered.
They circled and flew along.

The moon saw the little leaves dancing.
Each looked like a small brown bird.
The man in the moon smiled and listened.
And this is the song he heard.

The North Wind is calling, is calling,
And we must whirl round and round,
And then, when our dancing is ended,
We'll make a warm quilt for the ground.

-- Anonymous 

November

The leaves are fading and falling;
The winds are rough and wild;
The birds have ceased their calling--
But let me tell you, my child,

Though day by day, as it closes,
Doth darker and colder grow,
The roots of the bright red roses
Will keep alive in the snow.

And when the winter is over,
The boughs will get new leaves,
The quail come back to the clover,
And the swallow back to the eaves.

The robin will wear on his bosom
A vest that is bright and new,
And the loveliest wayside blossom
Will shine with the sun and dew.

The leaves today are whirling;
The brooks are all dry and dumb--
But let me tell you, my darling,
The spring will be sure to come.

There must be rough, cold weather,
And winds and rains so wild;
Not all good things together
Come to us here, my child.

So, when some dear joy loses
Its beauteous summer glow,
Think how the roots of the roses
Are kept alive in the snow.

          -- Alice Cary 

Autumn Poem

In autumn when the trees are brown
The little leaves come tumbling down
They do not make the slightest sound
But lie so quietly on the ground
Until the wind comes puffing by
And blows them off towards the sky.

The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.

          -John Muir

Google Wave

A friend sent me this poem that a friend of his sent to him, and who knows where it came from before that. If anyone knows where it originally came from, or who originally wrote it, please let me know so I can give credit where credit belongs.

Enjoy!

Wave at me please
I know you'll be pleased
to give me a Wave
and make my day

I'm a student you see
but not geeky
I don't do business
or philosophy

I'm studying theatre
you know the arts
and creating new work is my favorite part

we work on group projects
from movement to scenes
and currently there isn't much textual collaborating

I want to use Wave in the creation of art
from the writing of grants
to the more fun parts

Just think of a play being written in Wave
by a collaborative group,
it's something I crave

So....

Wave at me please
I know you'll be pleased
to give me a Wave
and make my day


    -Anonymous

Untitled (for now.)

A close friend of mine, and his friend have been working on this piece. It is an ongoing work, but I managed to get permission to post the unfinished copy here in my blog. I hope you all enjoy it, and please excuse any typos on their behalf, one of them speaks English as a second language.  :)




Await the coming storm. Behold the sign in the sun.
Chaos upon us spawn! The arrows of time pinpoints us all.
Oh, well the maddening laughter growing louder with the memories.
Atoms like incense rising, like a thousand candles all blown out
at once.
Fear tangled with despair.This ghastly symphony of malice breaks it.
The spirit sails out on waters. An intergalactic sea of sorrow.
Solemn oblivion with thee.

Ways of darkness.
The third eye reflects the images of vast reluctant pasts.
Ethereal eternity awaits the final act.
It crawls toward the altar destinied to collaps.
Tragic legend, eerie stratum.

Twisted, this mortal flesh evoked again, with echoes still haunting;
The curses chanting.
Embrace the outcast state of chaos. After all its unalterable.
Beweep this thought, then arise with wisdom,
Nowhen I hallow in the gateway of different plains.
Open your heart and let go. Oh Vanish. Divine infinity.

Ah, this wraith I am. So many aeons ago since.
Ah I suffer eternally. The inevitable did unfold.
Oh well, a collection of particles held together
by the force of a soul and its memory.
Be warned (you stand) on the edge of infinity;
Where coloured waves will lead the way into the void.
Fear tangled with despair. This ghastly symphony of malice.
Oh well the maddening laughter growing louder with memories now.
Atoms like incense thing.

Ways of darkness.
The third eye reflects the images of vast reluctant pasts.
Ethereal eternity awaits the final act.
You are drawn towards the altar destined to collaps.
Tragic legend, eerie stratum.

In between the arrows of time I suffer eternally.


    -Stitch and Arcturus

Seeking Hope

Endless black, seeing without vision,
and roads of infinite depth,
walking to hope, and living in dreams,
mind existing outside shell,
with connection to reality severed,
cannot feel cold, cannot see road,
source of mysterious energy,
propelling forward to hope.
When will dreams shatter?
When will hope be experience?


      -Devin Gaughan

Key to Life...

Source: http://icanread.tumblr.com/

A Splendid Rose

A Splendid Rose,
Stood all alone,
Surround by,
A wall of stone.

Around the wall,
Were roses too,
Still neither knew,
The other grew.

So often we,
Like flowers dwell,
Too deep within,
Our human shell.

And pass through life,
Not understood.
Nor making all,
The friends we should.


      -Anonymous

Fusion

Tick, tick, the clock whispers another hour,
Time crawls by, falling petals of a flower.
Waiting patiently with chin in hand,
Tapping your foot on the fertile land.
With nay to do, and motivation none,
You wonder what denies you fun.
Busy as can be, everyone around,
I stop and take your hand, pull you up off the ground.
Awe in the feeling of bliss,
The life you would have missed.
Together we are one,
Apart we are none.



   -Devin Gaughan