Thank you Allison Grayhurst…

allison grayhurst

Allison
Grayhurst

I want to dedicate this post to Allison Grayhurst, this prolific poet has recently provided her followers and the general public who visits her website, nine… free eBooks (Kindle) of poetry.  I want to use this post to thank her for her generosity.

These books are:

Book 1: Journey of the Awakening
Book 2: The Longing to Be
Book 3: Death and Other Possibilities
Book 4: Outliving the Inevitable
Book 5: Into My Mortal
Book 6: Red thread – Black Thread
Book 7: The Many Lights of Eden
Book 8: Pushing Through The Jelly Fire
Book 9: The River is Blind

Allison has had over 275 poems published in more than 160 literary magazines in Canada, the U.S., United Kingdom, India and Australia. Her book, Somewhere Falling was published in 1995 by Beach Holme Publishers, a Porcepic Book. Since then she has published ten other books of poetry and four collections with Edge Unlimited Publishing. Allison’s recent chapbook was published by above/ground press, December 2012.  She is also a sculptress.

Please check out all of Allison’s wonderful, mystical, exciting work, follow her website, purchase her work at Amazon.com.

http://allisongrayhurst.com/

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

 

Thank you again Allison for continuing to give your fans, followers and the public a reason to read and keep poetry alive.     Ann Johnson-Murphree

 

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Tranquility…

A flame that burns

within the soul, like

flickering shadows

below the clouds,

spirits runs wild into

the ravine.

Mossy ledges dark

and profound while

through the quiet

valley peaceful

wanderings crept;

reflecting upon

dreams while the

sun slept, up in the

heavens the moon

wept.

Mysterious waters

beneath the falls,

bottomless pool

with no end rushes

downward on an

invisible course, a

crevice gives way to

a wild babbling stream;

emerald leaves canopy

the forest floor, a place

where lovers’ hearts can

soar.

Silver skin and dewy eyes,

drink in descending curves

and unimaginable forms;

the sphere, the abyss of

where life is born.

Beneath the pallid stars

and sliding moon is where

hearts bloom, merging their

flames with twilight, yielding

into one mind; ecstasy

plummets into serenity.

 

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

Reflections of the Season…

I watch, from a shoreline at

autumns pulsating marshes

where motionless in an idle

stream; swam a Swan with

graceful black wings.

A Red-Tail Hawk circled; flying

high over Oak and Popular

trees, then a song sweeter

than any I have ever heard

came floating from among

the reeds.

Beautiful birds a long voyage

ahead for some; their winter

home in southern lands until

their Spirit says that it is Spring,

no need to linger long as the

season to come will be

relentlessly.

The day warm and sunny, Gods

paintbrush had provided a

Heavenly scene, winter silently

waits, a season that I love; but I

push forward in my mind visions

of spring.

 

 

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

Illusions of Reality…

Shrouded in white, voice

shadowed with mystery,

words played upon senses

revealing the mystery and

majesty of man.

A hint of heaven inhabited

the darkness; a spirit of love

lined the path to hopefulness,

to the soul.

Limbs and breath intertwined,

lost in the arch of paradise

depths, exploring delightful

realms, with a desire of never-

ending ecstasy.

A red morning dawned, a furnace

burned secretly, separation from

the dream brings unhappiness,

tears flow, a cold steam of regret

among the reeds of reality.

 

 

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

Walking the Valley of Death…

Blackness surges toward

the secret that lay ahead,

rugged, dark,  filled with

fire and poison, crystal

shrines evidence of

a path

ascending

descending

toward judgment.

Fortification, crowned with

sapphire heavens that

gracefully float toward a

path of great ascension or

deep dissension, granite

demons watch throughout

the long burning day, night

brought speechless shapes

under the moon.

Countless colored hues

infused with the winds, a

strange symphony, a cry in

the blackness that veiled

over ebbing life, then a cold

pallid light surrounded by

the crimson bellows of hell.

You have arrived”.

 

 

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

Breathing Life…

Obstinate lone ghost,

messenger during long

silent hours of the night,

in stillness it brings hope,

tears; breathless kisses.

Like an incommunicable

dream, evening phantasm

suspended, unheard

murmurs in the air, gone

from the untimely tomb;

moldering bones wasting

in the wilderness beneath

the earth.

Weeping in everlasting

sleep, singing passionate

notes of love, fate, a vision

locked away thirsting for lips,

lovely, sacred; now alienated

lured to the living daring to

breathe in the secrets of being;

searching for life.

 

 

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

 

EBooks on sale at Amazon.com:

http://www.amazon.com/Ann-Johnson-Murphree/e/B00CGBLQZO/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1375763518&sr=8-2

 

Stop the Madness…

Mother Earth, Oceans,

Lakes, Rivers, Air, in unity

with my soul; goodness,

wickedness the choices

we make gives us warmth

of spirit or a life frightening

and cold.

Morning, noon and sunset a

tingling of a new season in the

air, sighs of contentment,

burning wood; gathering of

boughs with the mist clinging to

your face like a lovers kiss.

Ah, this world is wonderful from

shadows to sunlit heights; we can

give or take, make or break fellow

human beings; give hope or

disintegrate with sadness or

delight.

We can gaze upon a world of deep

mysteries’ with love and caring in

our heart; we can impose death,

downfall, bring friend and foe to

their knees; we can destroy, rip

this world apart.

I chose to inspire the desperate,

remove their dark hope, bring

light; leave gentleness behind as

I walk into the night, wipe away

the tears of children, bring hope

to those in despair…I believe it is

time to stop this madness and

show each other that we care.

 

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

 

EBooks on sale at Amazon.com:

http://www.amazon.com/Ann-Johnson-Murphree/e/B00CGBLQZO/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1375763518&sr=8-2