Poetry from the Soul of Me

                                              
What is it I see, as I look into clouds above me?
Is it a face and arms of some semi visible body?

No this can not be!  My eyes must be deceiving me.

Yet here is the picture before me.  

What was this?  merely clouds offset by the sun.

I have no answer, only a mystery, that is what is left for me.

Original poem by Tamirisc M Richards.  Thursday Evening February 21st 2013.

Poetry from the Soul of Me

Q's sense of reality, or it is mine???

What do I see before me?
Is it a sunrise, a smiling face, or the divine presence of divinity?

Does my mind really understand the images before it?
Or are these things so beyond my ilk that I put in things that make sense and  not view what is there, or do all I can to forget.

Is the world really what we think it is, people, animals buidings and trees?
Or is it so beyond our minds perceptions that we would go insane by its' true appearance, be dirven to our knees.

No I am not like Renee Decarre, I do not believe the world is images that fade away when we go to sleep.
I feel the couch I am sitting upon, taste the soup my wife makes for us, smell the scent of flowers.

This world is no illusion, and it is what I know it to be.
For if this would be untrue, then with the snap of my fingers, all could change around me, and that does not happen.

So I am happy that all is as it should be, I will drive off now in my Ferrari with Christi Lee and take the yacht out on the sea.  Oh wait that is just a dream, not reality.

Then again what is reality?

Is any of this real or a dream?

by 

Taniris M Richards February 5th 2013  9:04 A,M.

Poetry from the Soul of Me

Sedona sunrise I never saw until my final day
As I was out on the highway.

Riding in a shuttle bus, on the way to the airport
My stay ended, it was time for me to depart.

Yet this I know Sedona, land of spirit and of change
I will return one day, to continue my journey and transformation
my life you have already begun to rearrange.

A new poem by Mark Tamirisc Mimar Richards
Friday January 11th 2013

Poetry from the Soul of Me. A weekly challenge

I used to write poetry, daily.  I wrote romantic verse, historic and dramatic as well as political poetry.  For the past year I have not written hardly any, so I am doing a weekly challenge to see if I can write at least one poem per week.

Here is my first effort, inspired by my two most recent walkabouts here in Sedona Arizona.

                                        Walkabout on State Route 89A

Waking on State route 89A, is something you can do in less than a day.

Walking from where it begins at Sunrise and Coffeepot Drive, can stimulate you and make you feel alive.

As you walk past places like Walgreens and Natural Grocery, you view the stunning beauty of nature that is everywhere, going on for infinity.

As you continue your journey, you suddenly realize that now you are surrounded only by natures' tranquility.

Mountain ranges seem to go on endlessly, as does the mix of open lands and regions with cactus of so many types that you can not count them, they seem to be endless in variety.

You do not get tired nor does your body ache, you seem to be revitalized by the walk and feel you could continue without stopping or needing to eat.  Yet as the sign for Junction 179 comes into sight, you know it is time to go back before the onset of night.

Mark Tamirisc M Dagda Richards Sedona Arizona Friday, January 4th 2013.