Sonya Rose Poetry

Have you seen her, high on a hill, linking earth and sky?
Her blossoms unveil the blessings of life.

Give gifts of peace and freedom to a heart’s cry.
Have you seen her, high on a hill, linking earth and sky?

The most ladylike of all trees, I can most identify.
Her fertility and reliability flow deep in the afterlife.

Have you seen her, high on a hill, linking earth and sky?
Her blossoms unveil the blessings of life.

© Sonya Rose

Here in the air of X and O,
I pass right through yes and no.
My soul travels alone
on a path into the unknown.
Sing to me a song
of lovers whose destiny is one.
Wanting, waiting lifelong...
My song is over and just begun.

© Sonya Rose

Mankind plays in the forest
on seesaws.
Starving children
run with ripped wings.
Repeated words they hear
find openings...
Broken dreams
fall deep in my head.
Let them go,
gifts to the dead.
Have childlike faith.
The Master plan is unclear:
travel in the world
without reservation or fear.

© Sonya Rose

Focus. Change. Narrow
Eyes leap, contract, slit
Emerge in day. Flow
Sound returning wit.

Hear water, waves sense
Snare drums beating fast;
Clicking trains, sequence-
Communicate, vast.

Skin so sensitive,
Dark moment, feel free.
Vibrations, force. Live-
Offspring turn. Greet. See

Bond eternally...
Roam the world. Breathe free.


© Sonya Rose

I agree...
I don’t
really know your country;
But, I won’t
pretend to see
that you and I are truly free-
say to be
Nirvana's draftee.
Today, I woke up to this dream
on the side of the New World;
And, I was sailing in the bloodstream
to the forgotten old-world...

© Sonya Rose

My pen rose and I expressed fascinations
Trying to forget these frustrations
Irresponsible gossip let me be-
I spend considerable time and energy
Trying to resolve problems with the insight
Of a mathematician linking black-and-white
Genius and spirituality-
Beauty

Mathematically, I am ugly;
Yet my intuitive sense is searching for me
To inspire to be
Something fortunately-
I have experienced it; what does occur
The conviction of a final answer-
My sense: There’s no doomsday
Just doomsdays’, I feel this way

I met Mozart once in my dream, behind-
A large piece of music in the Mastermind
One idea, exciting, I thought
His soul was on fire with high winds; he taught
The complete order of inspiration
Telecommunication; I’m not alone in my vocation
His work grows,
And no one quite knows
How long an entire composition
Is finished in someone’s mind; my ambition
Begins before the musical prelude today
A feeling I downplay

In the morning, I glanced at a beautiful man
I missed the obvious; someone stole my superman
So, I listen to Beethoven’s music; mystical
He couldn’t...yet, my soul
Hears and he knows
The musical scores and sounds in his head, goes
No where; always in his head transcendent
Of human suffering and I am touched, underwent
Another miracle
Making it through the night, while I suffer ridicule

Einstein, Newton, Copernicus, and Ludwig
Is still surviving, unimaginable; and a theatrical gig
At 12,000 feet, I am forming in a visionary sense
I am struggling to breathe, another day tense
Their expression is unfamiliar; the lists
Of musicians, poets, painter, scholars, scientists,
And creative people, who will terrify...
Why they do it...I don’t know why
It’s intense; politics
And I come off the mountain, the quick fix

My mother says that I am the lower elite; still
The upper elite are twice as likely to get ill
Unpin the cap to womankind
Intentionally stirring-up intense emotions, I’m refined
To inspire themselves in their creations
My emotional hardship of my life, underestimations
I hide too much pride
Yet you offer your humble inspiration; I hide
Escape with you in real misery,
Our creative city

A mystery, unresolved these experiences; quite
The painful reality of an unhappy family, one more fight
Why are we at risk...? Uncanny, not
Simply talented alone; forget it brother, it’s a long shot...
Is your heart truly imaginative, innovative....?
Our life is secret, did you know...discriminative-
I encourage you to reenlist
You’re in need of more experience; there’s a checklist
Why are still in your nightclothes-
Sitting on your window-sill...thinking of that single rose
Expressing disappointment; you rushed someone’s time
On earth, sent a letter of the dead and wounded your crime

Who is reaching out to the families of the dead?
Rapid thinking, a flood of ideas...in my head
Can we enjoy angelic visions anymore?
Of those who hallucinate...who wants more?
Afflicted with the marvelous capacity of the brain
I’m curious about such an evanescent image...am I insane?
Does your mom wear Army boots?
I am painfully aware of the camp and my roots...

How many thousands were, are sent?
There are no guarantees in visiting and paying rent
The site of this historic event
This is effecting...the confident...
The entire world deeply...
May feel off-key....

Paperwork into the deep trough of time
The remnants of a former battleground; don’t waste a dime
They are fit to fight and we should save....
I appreciate the soldiers; how many more to send to the...let’s brave
Who hopes, proceed with a feeling of communion, say
That unforgettable way
The intensity of their difference; yet we are left pondering
Wondering....
The impoverished human potentiality is a walkway
It doesn’t have to be this way
If we could control
Target the greedy, help today’s death toll;
But, someone will argue with me
My special ability to see
For life uninterrupted, we do nothing...
Another Saturday in blizzard conditions, let’s watch something...

Do we have to prove that a person has wit?
Has to create a masterpiece to proof it?
A rare gift, maybe; but, the artist struggles, exhausted
Confused, and useless to those lying in a warm bed
How about those dedicated souls in turmoil? Why not bother...
Their crying for their mother or father
Lover to save them....every second, I’m crushed
Both my creative and the depressive halves..."mushed"
I am uncertain...sliding down hill some more....
Ten thousand tons of snow...what for...
The snow has to go somewhere...what I snow-blind
How you handle an avalanche...falling into your...rewind
While you are in your shorts coming undone
Sweating in the hot sun

It is the warmest year on record; who out there is a loner?
Things are changing; whose physical vulnerability...who’s a goner
What is your drive...your personals...? My hunger is curbed...
So many are emotionally disturbed
No matter who is doing what...? Whatever income
Do we have the courage to overcome?
Our childhood programming...
The way the brain functions...slamming-
Are we going to crash into hell....?
Some things take time...well,
Jesus is a hard act to follow....
My parent have not quite made it; I swallow
Their struggling, discouraged, I weave
My failure to achieve
My maximum ability...two by two

There are things you can do...
To save your lives I suppose...why fail....
It takes a matter of days to unveil
A new established order...steer clear of war
And move our country forward...The eagle is sore...
I cannot repress the politically dangerous ideas
Their contaminating the prevailing...we as
An artistic idealism - chart
The direction, alternative plans have a heart
In the arts and sciences, a star system of stability
...too many cooks, respectability
Are spoiling the broth for half a century....
For the soup of change...too many authorities agree
We’re causing confusion....for the sake of change...gone.
Explain....the shock, fear...barely enough to live on...
Simple dreams are not coming true...
The world wants a future...to grow up...we’re in the blue

God-willing....the minds of intelligent and creative people
Convince the chosen to stop-ringing the bell in the steeple
Close our eyes to the reign of Zion-
To the rescue...defines our reality about the symbol of a Lion.
Who is sane, who is not...reigning
Can you survive...are you just maintaining-
You writers, musicians, artists, composers, actors,
Directors, and athletes...here are the smart factors
The instability of my poetry, soon...
Just a few miles down the road...I resume
My poem will someday end...
And all the wisdom I required, I’ll send...

I am aware of the eagles flying higher...
Of the highest mountain burning in me...the western wire
So many sides of us...the different sides of Einstein, a freeman
Sorrow still reigns after the mushroom cloud over Japan
Enormous pressure, nervous breakdowns, in creating the color-blind...
What degree are you...in humankind; I’m snow-blind
None, mild, marked, or severe...in a win
Do you know Heisenberg, Fermi, Plank, and Edison
Darwin, Pasteur, Rutherford, Bell
Neils Bohr, Boltzmann, Mendel, Michelson, swell...
Strange-love indeed...still threatens us
With the apocalypse...what’s all the fuss?
And my friend, the mathematician is mentally high
Unstable...but, I’d rather hang out with my
Creative friend who has no threat
To humanity...so what he’s in debt.

And, I asked Herman Melville, what the big deal is about Mars
And Moby Dick...HM went away, locked behind window bars
-until he could finish the end...
I can’t possibly measure up...I am tormented, too...my friend
The issues of madness, genius, politics, do in fact overlap....
Don’t they....Churchill, De Gaulle, Lloyd George, Mussolini, and Stalin, nap
Hitler, Bismark, Disraeli, Lincoln, and Woodrow Wilson...the rumbling
Ezra Pound was defeated.....brilliant...yet crumbling...
Through the door, I don’t know...I hear the crying....our fate
Around here....in my country...we somewhat try to be straight...
The power struggle with suitcases in our hands....
We walk in this brutal world...having the courage to travel to faraway lands
To see the world the way it actually is....
I don’t know...I’m no whiz

We’re nervous...who is calling out our names....the Men-In-White?
The Men-In-Black...? If you see adventure, fly like the wind, like a kite
Another mountain to climb....in my head, I know....
The necessities...Take a shot.....taking risks, some low
Departing from reality is one thing....
We really are all tired of something....
Amen...We all lost sometime....
Having second thoughts all the time
What does your beautiful mind see...firepower in the raw-
Under the gun of John Nash...I can’t see anything, never saw...

Let’s take it easy-thinking I am through understanding; yet have the key
The incomprehensible paradoxes of yesterday’s tyranny
So what kind of music....can we promise to painlessly-
Dissolve the ‘ice people’ tomorrow...are we...
I see the destiny of nations in the hands of the insane...doesn’t it seem
The progress of mankind....my friend who is bi-polar extreme
Was inflicted by that mentally unstable scientific genius
Who damaged man and the environment....all riding in a bus...?
Opens the universe to human exploration....takes the chance
Can you hold opposites in balance...?
Focus...should be no separation
Into the depths of a future or our own creation
We are not the fortunate ones: let’s just have fun...
Someone is prying a beautiful girl out of her sun...
That’s not what she really wants...
The scientist willingness to test her ideas, hunts
The greatness from colleagues...not a lunatic....
Protects his creative exploration, grabs a chair to watch her flick
Is there a boundary to separate genius? Do I know the trick...?
A line away from madness, science from magic
Lady Love never smiles at Dr. Strangelove, a sad tone
So how can he break the spell...he realizes she’s all alone
Is anyone out there, he shouts....he’s got to know...
Newton was a magician; modest...he always has a foe

Close my eye...Is there a romantic image for me...?
The heroic rebel who may not have denied God; look-see
He’s fooling me, all-together...
Without uttering the name, not ever
We are loosing the vision all together....
If you really care...the knight of faith....whether-
I tread on holy ground, don’t desecrate it.
Sacred Earth....Orphan of the Universe who’s been hit.

Now, I’m in a lounge, forgetting my neck pain....
Observing everywhere...where love walks in vain
Shoveling dirt, adopting organic culture....malnutrition
Let’s go to the supermarket...important transition.
Glad I take an interest in biology and medicine-the pain
Your secret lies outside the brain...
Did you know...don’t believe everything you read-
Lay off the caffeine...these pills and drugs, slowly feed...
Killing people I know...so many different sizes and colors, a clan
What makes a man hate another man...?
Help me understand; Ecstasy is not leading me to paradise...
So far brainstorming has two meaning; my fingers are a twitching devise
I have a bright idea! Call this poem Jumble Me!
I can’t dream it, will all fit together...ABC’s in the DVD
Let me drift off to space...no trace, no race, and no face
I’m waking and sleeping...The Whiteface
A sudden jerk...I can’t face the night...
I’m in tears; I have to break apart from the suffering...right?

I don’t know what I’m going to do about this feeling inside...
I’m without your love...suffering, in my bed, I hide

I never heard the voice of Christ; but, he is the reason why...
Where’s that area in the brain with mystical experiences? The eternal high-
Can’t help but think of sexual fantasies...still, reading poetry
Designed to evoke my feelings...not ESP
Money now on my mind...

My mother warned me of untold dangers...I grind
The danger of creativity...The Little Prince’s flower
Broke me down...only for an hour
Don’t mess around...the wound and the bow
Let’s embrace if it’s o.k. with you...no?
Let’s rise up...have fiestas...hot, hot, hot...
Learn the fear, the change less...our age, spot-
Troubled minds take their lives...trade-in
Dressed-up in my own skin...
No escaping....why some are so pushy, mothers
Attack all others.....

Oh, this new world order...we are aliens in our own lands
I’m crossed-out, worn symbols...shaking dirty hands
My world is now camouflaged....I want to fly-
Not come down....I have fire in my wings, prettify
Reason-to-believe that they’ll do it again...baby steps-by-steps
Operating deep within, guiding our evolutionary foot-steps...
This is urgent...They’re playing tricks on our minds...
We are evolving...waiting in lines
The seal of the creative...human touch of madness
Obsessive quality....unique, sadness

Intimate...
No thought of oblivion....mad in love with art...Fate
My heart is in my head....
So powerful....How are you feeling? There’s ringing...never wed
Who can we believe in....Who I should call now...? Leave-
The stars are still shining...I saw a star shoot on Christmas Eve
And I can’t see any reason...if someone drops and I submerge, my kite
Thinking in quantum burst of energy...my soul’s alright...
Listening to the haunting melody...the one I know by heart (sweat)
Can’t let go...am I dreaming? I can’t believe; I refuse to forget
Who is knocking at my door, at this hour...a junky? Go away (fried)
I’m not here no more; I just wish to be alone...hanging outside...

There’s no sound...I keep to myself...nothing wrong with my state
Of mental health...God plays with loaded dice...love and hate
Future I can see, let’s play...
Disturbs my friend, the scientist who walks by Route 89, that highway
Who can it be now? We are living in? A lie
Extraordinary times...How ordinary are...I?
I’m attracted to plenty...a symphony of souls...
A little bit of this, a little bit of that, Rules
A little bit of me in this kind of passion
I’m entranced by this consuming love, changing fashion

Charged with sexual fever...
Love from afar...unexplored feelings, disbeliever
For the other...it’s all been a game...
I have now discovered a new peak, the loneliest, the same
Of mortal reflection...a sacred moment...sanctify
If you can see...share the intimacy...give someone else a try...
The heavens can open rivers of time part...
Marry me...my world is filled with strange arrangements...one heart
The look of love, promise of paradise...what is your reason for living? Lost keys...
I don’t know all the answers...all the information....these
Intense feelings I all create...never judge the look
By your armor...unleash my knight; I’m standing in the wind...an unwritten book
Not waving good-bye...unaware you are...I am
It’s understandable....should I try like Steven Crane, John Lennon, Paul Gauguin,
Leo Tolstoy, Frank Lloyd Wright, Pablo Picasso, Henri Matisse, Eugene O’ Neill,
And George Orwell....who cares about poor grades....What do you feel?
Looking for an answer...trying to find the design....
I am still singing the lost-love song from those days-ran over, behind
Get back to the beauty of a naked Greek goddess, exposed in private...
My instinctive channels....intercommunicate
That music of that one human voice is memorizing, born out of time....
So little time...I’ll be coming back for more to my mountain-my rhyme
It’s not something which really exists, so abstract....
But, I have this streak of wildness....of madness, as a matter of fact

Suppressed for years...
I turn to Nature...to the night, in my fears.
To my pillow...not truly isolated, plugged into space
A network of beauty-brilliant revelation, birthplace
Programmed into the Renaissance, I find
In my theater of sleep...in my emotionally torn mind...
The cast shares a common sorrow....contagious grief
Makes me sweat from the bright lights; Make it brief
Their endured mental and physical agony
Does not destroy them; we don’t forget our lines; “to-be, or not to-be”
Why we are on stage...who we are performing for...
Stepping into the start of the Twilight Zone...our allure
My mind spreads its wings, return to being upside down...hauntingly, beautiful sound.
We’ll sing and dance to a new song; the feeling never goes away, I’ve found.


© Sonya Rose

There is a love song
that Heaven wrote.
I couldn't even recite
the words or note for note.
Only could I tell you
with my eyes-
the way you move me,
like the song of no goodbyes...

© Sonya Rose

eternal glow
soul, embryo
feed innocence
digesting sense
missing minds grow
daring, baring
writers wearing
red...cells capture
him holding her
running, tearing
skin, never-five-in-hand:
smell, seek, sight, stand
fire, air, water,
earth and ether...
taste, sound, fall, sand,
climb...chemistry
fantasy plea
glancing, dancing
romance, chancing
rise slowly me
...evaporate
dreaming face, fate
forgotten, dust
match, dying gust
wake conjugate
hearts sip, slide, sing
phases parting bring
happiness, pain
racing, rest, rain
love, greatest thing...

© Sonya Rose

There are many torn lives in this world, whose lives are now changed forever. Perhaps, you are one or share someone else's grief, a friend, a relative who can't let go. It is no doubt life is a lifelong struggle and you can feel so easily lost, finding your place in this world.

I wrote this poem in 1991, lying on the beach sands with my sister, without a care in the world, months before my grandmother in Germany passed away, and asked me to pray for her strength. I never had a chance to give her this poem that I created especially for her, never had a chance to say goodbye.

I just wanted to send a message to the depressed or wounded (spiritually, mentally, and/or physically) to remind them about "Yesterday's Run"; sometimes, you have to be able to find some beauty in it, then, be able to say goodbye to the ugly of it in order to move forward in faith and understanding, about why things are happening or the way it 'all' turned out to be.

Be confident about what's down the road for you...



"Yesterday's Run"

Close your eyes and see...
What will set you free?
Does the wind brush your face (anymore)?
...ever so softly in a special place?-
Listening to the waves
Come closer, they all crash in lonely caves...

A vision sprung by desire...
You have walked your soul through the mire.
Try to heal your wounds from the fire.
Balance your life on the wire.

Take that chance.
Learn to dance.

Never count those years-
Move on. Fight the tears...

Lift your wings to the sky
And fly...
Towards the sun-
Farewell yesterday’s run.
Farewell...farewell...farewell...


© Sonya Rose

What talents bring...
My ears ring
your name
and you came
through
dreams I drew.

© Sonya Rose

Open your heart and share-
your love by God's decree.
Pray for the suffering everywhere.

The world in great despair
fights to be free...
Open your heart and share-

Invite strangers, foes into your care;
Green peace embrace; heroes of harmony-
Pray for the suffering everywhere.

Respond with spiritual welfare;
Here with me, heal the agony.
Open your heart and share-

Touch the center of prayer.
The world needs you, like a mystery-
Pray for the suffering everywhere.

In changing times, prepare
to march with mercy...
Open your heart and share-
Pray for the suffering everywhere.

© Sonya Rose

Listen to the blue bird...
He sings off the chart-
inside his cage, kingbird
of her heart.

© Sonya Rose

Go unnoticed.

Pass through

a crowd.

A ghost of blue

parts to the sea

in emotion;

Dreams free

in motion,

dissolving in heat.

Noises distract-

thoughts complete.

Go and interact

in other's domain.

Flutter your ideas

through muddy grains-

a world of panaceas.

© Sonya Rose

Christ from Dead Sea Scrolls

"Hold fast, my beautiful one.

Sail across the barriers of time.

Reach deep within my waters

and find me in the center-

My existence.

Do you hear the most beautiful rhyme

singing in heaven?

Come closer, little one;

Can you see me?

Can you forsee-

your

life?"

© Sonya Rose

A universal dialect spoken through the Great Room:

© Sonya Rose

Inspired by an island of beauty,
she survives dreaming,
running fast towards the sun.
By her side is he;
two to run
a coast of dreams,
racing side by side
never ceasing. Until one
captures the other
then, the dream has died
and the gleam of time
between two eternities
passes away...
yet somehow, still
gripped at the knees.

© Sonya Rose

Inspiring Truth
is where we began,
the founding sleuth
of woman and man.
A little glance...
and it's over now.
Placed in a trance,
I wonder how.
Reaching within...
deeper still,
glass so thin-
passing thrill
in one night,
eternally sound.
My soul in flight
is halfway bound.

© Sonya Rose

Our love is a perfect love,

one that fell from the skies.

You are all that I ever wanted.

And my soul tries

to be one

with you;

yet, never do we meet

and say I do.

© Sonya Rose

Droplets of a dream
fall by the dozen
into a basin,
a whirlpool
creating ripples,
washing upon
my feet...
I contemplate
escaping
five minutes longer...

© Sonya Rose

Heaven, can you hear us?
Stop the crying.
Heaven, can you see us?
Help the dying...
Are you there-
feeling our pain?
Souls are in your care...
Our hearts contain-
a slaying, secular song.
Will you send
the strong
to descend?
We hear a warning,
trumpets on high;
coming in mourning,
we don't ask why...

© Sonya Rose

A passing bell swings.

Petals of passion

fall three evenings:

common compassion,

equal encounter,

blowing battle blur.

A brilliant-cut dream

bridges suns and rays,

arms in prayer team,

unlimited days,

luminescent lights,

the sting of death rites-

Mosaics of you

...mourn the lovely view.

© Sonya Rose

Innocent victims
found behind masks,
soaking in reality,
drinking savage rays-
burning layers
of delicate skin...
Penetrating deep
past the surface
are the souls
of infinite measure:
exploring, stirring
sacred grounds.
Hearts,
miles between,
fall into a cavity
of the lost.

© Sonya Rose

A Poetic Memoir / A Page of My Life


"Smiles from Heaven"


I sometimes lift my eyes to the setting sun.
Without paints, I create while on the run.
Every thought and every move, I find...spirit in eternal sands,
wisdom in wonderlands...
gripping my heart.
The waters allow me to start-
swimming in a current thought
deep beneath its forethought...
Beyond every wave,
every breath God gave-
reigns a silent kingdom;
a peaceful medium-
inner – unrhymed,
a complete up climb.
Oh, I close my eyes;
watch how time flies...
I see a familiar face
smiling...we’re not far from this place-
Heaven...Whatever you do-
Share your dreams with someone true...
the ones who love you...
who really love you.

© Sonya Rose