Fire and Water written by J.V. Stanley & A.N. Ramey

J.V. Stanley & A.N. Ramey Fire and Water
Two lifelong poets, sisters, and best friends have fused together to bring you a variety of poems designed to melt the heart and inspire the soul. Separated for a time and coming back together stronger than ever they proudly present, "Fire and Water." The poems touch upon the earthly and otherworldly cares, delving into the complexities of the soul through the various trials faced through love, heartache, and everything in between. Join them on their journey through the dark and into the light. Travel with them through the gauntlet of poetic life with its obstacles at every turn. Each challenge they faced, however, paved the way for them to step forward with fierce determination and ever present love. Their poetry is mostly free-verse, but touch upon various forms such as the Kyrielle, Harrishma Rhyme, the Italian Sonnet, Etheree, and Twin Etheree.
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Die Nacht beginnt!
Meine Traumphase
ringt mit dem Wachen
und siegt:
ich bin wieder da,
Dein Sohn-Dein Bub...!"

Endlich sind wir wieder:
,,Schau' nur:
Ich kann wieder Lachen!
,,Weine nicht",
Papa meint es nicht so,
wenn er schimpft.
Er liebt uns bestimmt...!

Sieh' nur:
,,Ein Photo von uns Beiden!"
,,Mein liebliches Gesicht!"
Dein selbstgestrickter
,,Wir sind Eins!"

Meine dicken-roten Wangen~
Bin ich noch der Gleiche...?

Im Dorf das ,,Rotkäppchen":
Mein rotes Samtkleid,
rote Basketkappe,
meinen Teddi im Arm:
,,Das bin Ich...!"

Mama, sag' doch was!
Wann kann ich:

Der Tag erwacht-
Nebel steigt auf!

Schwarze Madonnen
der Nacht:
,,Gebt mich zurück...!"
,,Nach Hause,
zu meiner Mama!"
,,Denn wir sind: Eins-
Sie und Ich!!!"

Hans-Jürgen Schulz-
* © by Author-
* Photo:
Hans-Jürgen Schulz-
(1952- 2 Jahre alt)-
* Photo-© by Author

the night begins!
My Traumphase
wrestles with the guards
and wins:
" Mutter-Mama ,
I'm back again,
your Sohn-Dein Bub ... !"

Finally, we are again:
',Schau' only:
I can laugh!
"Do not weep", Papa
says this is not the case, if
he swears.
He loves us ... !

You see only: "A
photo of us both!" see
: "My
lovely face!" Your
"home made prolog"
"We are one!" My

thick-red cheeks~
I am still the same ... ?

In the village the "Little Red Riding Hood": My
Red Short Velvet, red
my Teddi in the arm:
"I am ... !"

Mama, say but what!
When can I:
"Wiederkommen ... ?"

The day awakes,
fog rises to!

Black Madonnas
of the night:
"Give me back ... !" "at
to my mum!"
"Because we are: one -
you and I!!!"

* poem- /poem:
Hans-Jürgen Schulz (
Germany)- *
© by author
* Photo:
Hans-Jürgen Schulz (
1952- 2 years old)- *
Photo-© by author--

My Life as a Human- Entry 201-Love??...

The first time I met you, was through a glass window.
You were crossing the street, trying to catch your bus and beat the rain.
You turned for a brief moment and our eyes...
Our eyes met, and I froze... Time froze. 
And then, 
Then you smiled and my heart, my heart... 
My heart stopped and I melted into nothingness,
Into swirls of colours,
And dreams,
And visions.
You captured me in one glance and I knew I was yours.
The first time I met you, was through a glass window. You smiled and imprinted my heart with your promise of forever. 
I. Am. Yours.

 Y. Salmon

Pen'D Poem: October 27 - November 2

#My Life as a Human - Entry #13 - Dreamer's Declaration

I have all this nervous energy coursing through my veins.

 I can feel anticipation, anxiety, fear, restlessness...and Serenity?

My mind boggles at the body's capacity to withstand so much at the same time, 

in a matter of mere minute seconds, balled up and ready to explode.

How is this possible? Why is it possible?
My mind races, so much to do, so much to get done.
My dreams are no longer secrets, my dreams are no longer 'dreams'. 

They have morphed, capsized and regained consciousness. 

Life has been breathed...resurrected... I have dreamed, no! 

I have breathed (exhales) life into my dreams. Finally.

Finally I am no longer an escape artist. An escapist of my dreams, of my fears, of failure, of rejection. Finally I am a dreamer realized. Recognized. No longer hospitalized. No longer imprisoned.
I have done what was once thought impossible. I have set fire to my dreams. 

I have let them out and commanded, no! Demanded, that they roam free and wide and fierce!
I have declared a revolution on my fears, An Evolution on my Dreams.

I am free. I am free. Finally, I am me. 


-Y. Salmon  

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just how long will you sit and wait
while hours drip upon the earth
with loneliness your only mate
as your tears stain the dusty ground
and you call this your painful fate
how long beneath this willow tree
i guess nobody knows but thee

is life so lonely cold and mean
you said once that you had a dream
you said “friend” on you to lean yet
you’re still alone this i can see
this unjust world’s a master scheme
how long beneath this willow tree
i guess nobody knows but thee

is it a plan i’m confused it’s
not what you have but what you choose
this human world of hurt and pain is
is not some blissful paradise
heed the earth moan her troubled blues
how long beneath this willow tree
i guess nobody knows but thee

Dennis John Ferado Copyright 2013

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