Your Art Matters

Your Art Matters

This morning I picked up the paper,

Usually I read the financial section,

But instead I took a brief moment

To see the who’s who in the cosmopolitan

Of the New York Times,

I must say I have found a lot of things,

Especially on what’s happening

In the world of literature and modern art,

Sculptures and new books being released,

I have spotted that the Jewish Art centre

Is shifting identity,

The Judah L Magnes Museum has

Reopened as the Magnes Collection

Of Jewish Art and life,

And is also now part of the library

At the University of California, Berkeley.

I am so delighted that art hasn’t died yet,

Those historic monuments can be carried

Through generation after generation.

We stand to know that Art does matter,

That whatever we do in this life,

That our creativity will never not

Be outnumbered that Art is timeless.

Poetry Picnic Week 23: New York Times Headline Topics

This is from Hyde Park @ Poets rally

Lost Without Passion (12/1/2012)

She was the one who brought

The words out of me

Her hazel green eyes

Was stilled deep within me,

She was the one I wanted

To share all my days with,

But then she left

And my heart has never

Overcome it

As I've mourned the departure

Of her being without me.

Distant shores of no passion,

The muse inside has left

I've missed you being there

I've missed your heartbeat

That's long gone away.

I've brood and I've sat in the

Darkness hoping you'll return.

Death was my only way

To be with you

As my passion was you.

I was lost without passion.

Self distraught and mentally

Unsatisfied nothing could

replace you.

There's just silence where

Your voice once was.

It’s all still now.

And my grief has washed away.

Copyright by C Davids

This is the poem I have written after being creatively blocked in this festive season, I thought I have lost my passion, my muse was nowhere to be found. Its then i went to read up on May Sarton and her life as a poet, this lady inspired me with her words, with her zest for life. She was 83 when she died, and even before her death and her last words, she published her last volume of poetry and even today her works been studied all around the world.

I nominate Summer Rain for next Rally

As poets

we unite

as writers

we weave

verses

for

our

souls.

Thank You Poets Rally for the award.

Love In A Medley



Love In A Medley

When I look into your eyes

I see a love that transforms me,

I see the good weighing out the bad.

When I look into your eyes.

I see your smile shining through.

When I look into your eyes.

I can see our future.

I

Carry

You everywhere

I go.

I keep you safe inside

Of mine.

Where I know that you

Will always be close by.

I

Carry

You everywhere

In my heart.

When I look into your eyes

I find a medley inside

Of my soul that yearns

After your love.

You give it

To me freely

Like a heart served

On a silver platter.

Love I wouldn’t falter

Our love.

Distance and separation

May have split us,

But I will never give up

On loving you

On giving up

On

Our love.

We walk a journey

Together to find a

Love of Medley

Inside our hearts

Binded together

Where no other

Can divide

The love we have

For each other.

Copyright C Davids 2/12/2011

 Thursday Poets Rally Week 58 (December 15-21, 2011)

Thank you to Poets rally for the award, i nominate Mindsinger for week 59

Letting Go of Unavailable People

Letting Go of Unavailable People

I have been trying to figure out

Why I cant let go of you,

Why I am always drawn to coming back

Knowing that we haven’t had a successful

Relationship, but then it dwelled on me why?

You and I are both unavailable beings,

We consume ourselves with the same things,

Emotionally we are drawn to each other

On a powerful energetic level.

That is why we have this strong connection

Towards each other the near fact of either

Of us don’t want to let go,

Yet we are emotionally driven

To stay bounded to the other.

You have this hold onto me

And I have this emotional hold onto you.

We have an inner radar system that

Keeps us compacted with the other

On an emotionally intimate level.

We both had broken childhoods

And we walk around with those wounds,

I thought if I help you,

We might have a better chance at our forever.

But we have kept each other behind as well,

I don’t know the circumstances your in now.

“The reason that we get involved with people who are unavailable,

 Is because we are unavailable.”

I love you I truly know that I do in my heart,

But it is not possible to love someone

Enough to get them to stop feeling.

We have to stop that delusion,

Even though you are with someone else.

And I know that you shouldn’t even be,

With anyone because you feel that emptiness

Inside of you that has been missing since

You were a child,

I wish you could focus more on healing

Yourself on the inside

And understanding and healing the

Emotional wounds that have driven

Us to pick people who could not give

 us what we want emotionally.

I am letting go of you, not because

I don’t love you, but because I think

We both know you are holding onto

People with the fears that is still

Stuck deep within your soul.

Until then we will both be ready

For something with someone that

Is available for us.

Letting go doesn’t mean I don’t love you,

It means that I will always be here for you.

Copyright C Davids 16/11/2011

Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 56  (November 17-November 23, 2011)

An Epic Love Tale

An Epic Love Tale

The depth of my soul cries out

To the one who's imprints

Has laid on its soul,

My heart sings out to you,

As much as I love you,

My heart wants to hold onto you for decades and centuries

Yet I know that in another life

Our love will once again blossom

From the depths of our souls

We will journey through cosmic stars

As Venus match with Venus

On a cold chilly evening

Our tears will fall under the same moon

As each one of us will pray

To up above asking our savior

To keep watch over the other.

Here's my heart my soul

That will wander searching

For the other half of my heart,

The way I've always loved you

The way you've always charmed me.

Your beautiful smile,

Those dark brown eyes of yours

That smile I use to put on your lips,

I'm no Shakespeare, no Keats,

But this I know as a poet

I've come to serenade you with words

As you've always been my number

One true fan.

Oh how I've loved your praise,

Having you be apart of my life

Was heaven, yet here on earth?

The ocean has separated us.

There's not a person in this

World that can tell me what we had

Wasn't epic, we came through

The worst and each time we got

It right, someone cannot describe

To me ever what the perfect love

Feels like.

You were my epic tale,

A love filled with tragedy, beauty

A lover’s fa tale,

Two women from two opposites

Of the world,

But no one, love no one,

Will ever love like you've loved me.

I found healing in your love,

I've found compassion, encouragement,

I've found abundance in the faith

You've shared with me,

Your love was what carried me through.

The depths of your heart will always

Be combined with mine.

You're the inspiration where my

Words use to flow.

Tears will fall tonight as they stream

Endlessly because of what I've lost.

In your own words

           "Creo que eres hermosa.

            Y probablemente no debería decir esta última parte,

             Pero me gustas tu"

"I think you're beautiful.

And I probably shouldn't say this last part, but I like you."

             “Mi alma es tuya te la entrego

              Soy completo para ti”

My heart is yours, I give it to you

              I am complete for you

Copyright C Davids @ 28/10/2011

Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 55 (November 3-November 9, 2011)

Words I Couldn’t Say

Words I Couldn’t Say 6/10/2011

There’s a box in my cupboard filled with all of you

You’re pictures scattered around me as I stare at

Them endlessly, I am so far lost that I’m hoping

For the words I couldn’t say then.

In a book in a box, in a line of a song

I hear the words over and over.

But never the words I couldn’t say.

The words leave my lips as I whisper your name.

Silence all around me as I sit on my front porch

Hoping that somewhere the stars I’m sleeping

Under will let you know I am thinking of you.

The words was there on the tip of my tongue,

There was you, and me but that’s all gone,

No back up plan, no second chance and no one else to blame.

I’m left with silence only hearing my own breathing

At night, no words to comfort me,

Nothing it’s all lost and I can’t blame anyone,

Words I couldn’t say.

Lost in a world where there is no second chances,

There is water pouring down from the sky,

Yet it’s all falling down on me,

There’s a wall I try to take down,

What I should have said is lost and gone.

Words I couldn’t say.

Words that I should’ve said just couldn’t

Pass my lips, now here we are and I’m too late.

All I can hear is the footsteps of your heart passing me by.

I should have found a way to tell you

How I really felt then,

Now I am telling all those things to myself.

What do I do now, its too late I can’t blame anyone,

There is nothing that remains

But the silence.

Because of the words I couldn’t say.

© Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved.


This poem was inspired by my favorite band Rascal Flats and the song Words I Couldn't Say.

Thursday Poets Rally Week 54 (October 20-26, 2011)

Lioness vs Lioness

Lusty Leos

She's new to my world,

I don't know how this all

Come about,

It’s that cosmic flow

Between two stars

Unknowingly drifting towards

Each other as orbits

Coming at each other

With a firing speed

As these two collides

In a fast pace.

Nothing can control

The emotions that's

Going at it as these two

Fiery stars collide.

They represent charm,

Entertainment,

But it feels too much

Of a good thing

All at once.

The air of mystery

Should always be kept

Alive not to leave

Each other bored.

Her fiery nature

They're signs that

Are flirtatious

And never back down

A challenge.

Passionate, giving and caring.

 It is the rhythm of life but

to be a part of her life

 you must first earn her admiration.

 She's unusual, complicated,

 and opinionated but

she can be one of the most

 beautiful experiences in your life.

How fast can this speed

Of two similar stars moves.

The fiery lust and passion

Explodes as these two

Comes together,

An extravagant feeling

Of pouring the cupids arrow

In the same direction.

They creep under your skin,

Making you crave them

As thought of lust

Running through your mind.

Like the animal spirit

Of the lioness,

Never leaving your side.

As these two combat

to awaken snoring sex drives.

The lusty frustrations bloom,

As waves explode

Into this big fiery balloon.

As sweat been wiped

Of the brows,

It’s only a matter of time,

Then its only then

We would experience

Cloud nine.

Copyrights C Davids @ 1/09/2011


The history behind the two signs.

The problem in the compatibility between two Lions will be that neither will be ready to take the backstage. Both of them want to be the center of attention all the time and both of them want to dominate in the relationship.
On one hand, it can help them to conquer the entire world and make it fall on their feet. On the other hand, it can lead to great rifts between the two, especially when both of them want to lead and neither is ready to play the second fiddle. On the emotional level, Leos are perfectly compatible. Both of them are very passionate, extremely romantic and full of care and concern for their love ones. Even in the loyalty area, there will no problem as both the individuals are very sincere in love and not at all prone to wandering.

Week#51 Thursday Poets Rally 08/09/2011 till 14/09/2011

Word To Ponder

Words are the epitome of our nature

we are quite beings with deep

thoughts as we watch the world

through a different set of eyes.

Emotions sways us

and creates us into poets/poetess's

that establish good

words of arts.

I Nominate : Kez

Open Road

The road ahead seems tarnished
As the wheels touches the gravel.
Sometimes I like this kind of drives
Where the road leads me to places
Unknown, places I forbid to reach.
But is it possible that we have
Always let ourselves be on
An concurrent drive as we
Protest that failure can slow
Us down.
What do we seek in life
If we always play it safe
Never to reach that open door.
That old familiar feeling
We always get where we stop
Ourselves from enjoying life.
We fall in despair as life takes
An unprepared turn
As we venture through pain
And heartache pulling us down.
We get to the brim of our adventure.
As we look far beyond the distance.
That long and unwinding grayish tar.
We see a road never ending.
We look at life as its on going,
Recurring each step as the days come.
So does that open road become.
A road that has so many other
Directions, it all depends
On the outcome.
On what we want out of life
And also what we seek to console
Our burden hearts.
I've come to a open road
And I've failed.
I've failed what I thought I knew.
That I can grow with each mistake
And turn it into a lesson.
Sometimes we think to much about
The end of that open road.
But all along its not about
Where we came from,
But where we we'll be
At the end of the day.
Finding hope and holding
On to our love for ourselves.

This is my entry for FWF by Kellie Elmore
Week#50 Thursday Poets Rally 25/08/2011 till 01/09/2011





Tears In The Rain

It’s been days; no it’s been a fraction of two weeks.

Since then I have been walking around as tears

Cascade down my face, but who can see me

I pretend I am in control now

I avoid not falling apart because if that rain

Starts falling it is hard to hold back.

You can see tears in the rain

No matter how hard I try

They wont see anything

Only the rain in my eyes.

See I have waited for that storm to come

So I could hide my tears in the falling rain.

Here I am walking in the countryside

My umbrella keeping the rain from crashing,

But deep inside it’s a whirling wind of emotions.

My heart is breaking, the pain unbearable.

You’re the angel up above

Holding me close from falling face down.

I couldn’t blame you for leaving

You had your own tears to mend.

The time has come now

I’m letting go now.

The rain’s going to fall down and they wont see my pain

I see our lives flashing by us in a ray of hope,

Just a glimmer of something to stop the tears in the rain.

Hold onto our memories that was once our forever,

How ironic is it that the very rain that we once played in,

Is now the very thing that’s making me cry?

Tears in the rain.

C Davids Copyright 26/07/2011


Author Notes :
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
If tears could build a stairway,
And memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to Heaven
And bring you home again.
~Author Unknown



My Entry for Poets Rally week#49

Jingle Poets Rally #49

Optic Illusion

Optic Illusion

The creations of what we feed to our minds

We come to the realization,

That what is out there can be seen

If we keep our eyes on what it reaches,

For days we have been living in this atmosphere,

Where certain pictures gets created and inside

Our minds we develop what we want it to be,

Deep in your subconscious you’ve created him.

Even though I know he isn’t here anymore.

A life taken unexpectedly,

Not ready to walk back into the light,

He hears your cries and your pleading.

Just when he was about to walk through he heard

A girl’s voice calling him,

“I need you, you promised you wont leave.”

Stopping him in his tracks.

“I should go back,”

He says, contemplating which way.

He holds his hand up to the guard

Standing a few feet away from this crystal gate.

“Can I go back just until she’s okay.”

The guard stood up and he walks

To the young man.

“You have a choice, either you leave now

And go with me, or you stay and wait for eternal life later.”

The boy stood he have to make a choice,

Its either he goes now, but he heard her cry once again.

“Sir I love her she is all I had. We grew up never

leaving each other side.”

The guard looked passed the young man’s

Shoulder and saw a girl on

A lonely bed in a room where she is

Strapped to a bed. The guard felt his

Eyes wet as a lonely tear fell down his face.

“Son you should go back, be with her till

she is okay to let you go.”

The young man grabs the guard and hugged him.

“Thank you.”

He turned around and walked away from the light.

Away from the crystal gate that was waiting

On his return.

This is a story of what love can do,

Even if you don’t believe in the illusions

Our minds create for us, but living

Through visions which I was gifted with

As young child, I always knew

That this girl is going to find her faith

And let him go home.

My Entry For Poetry Potluck Week #43 , “Life in Free Verse!

“If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.”

My entry for Poets Rally week # 48

Passion Propels My Dreams

Inside my dreams you live in the deepness,

         You’re strong arms around my waist

As I cover you with  mine.

         Holding it in front of me,

As we become entwine in each other’s embrace.

        The passion that propels my dreams,

Everything about you makes me turn lustful,

         Whether it’s love or just the feeling

Of being with someone, releasing me with the pain,

          Of my hormones taking me to another place,

That is where I found you, in the embrace of my dreams,

          Never crowding me, but holding me

Never leaving me for another’s arms,

           Never clinging to you as another would,

But feeling as one. As our hearts beat with each thud,

          Soft sultry music flowing through the air,

As our heart play the same violin strings,

          In perfect harmony.

As pouring rain come crashing down us,

           We never stepped away, but holding close

To one another, as lips and wet skin never stopping us.

           The passion that propels through our dreams,

Becomes a heaven that only we would ever feel.

Copyright C Davids
22/06/2011

Thursday Poets Rally week #47 ( 28/06/2011- 06/07/2011)