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A Walk In Winter

Twin, silver cathedral bells, sway and chime.
As every note peals out, clear and sublime.

No winds blow through the sky, this silent night.
The peaceful heavens, filled with a celestial light.

Arm in arm, down the icy lane we do walk.
Heart to heart, our souls they seem to talk.

A pair of happy cardinals, one red, one gold.
Go bobbing through the snow, so white, so cold.

Along the hillside, stands rows of frosted pine.
The fields, blanketed in diamonds, a vision divine.

Couples, young and old, seated in horse-drawn sleighs.
Making new memories, and reminiscing their by-gone days.

Nestled so close together, like two turtledoves.
All bundled up, with warm scarves and gloves.

Amongst white winter lands, we two do wander.
While our light hearts, are growing ever fonder.




Written for Isaiah Zerbst's contest - "Let It Snow-12 Paintings of Winter"
This poem was inspired by the painting-"Christmas Day" by John Ritchie


Details | Pantoum | |

Ever Turning Circle

In winter’s white, as angels cry
for early spring to warm the wind,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned.

For early spring to warm the wind,
at Valentine’s romantic calls,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls.

At Valentine’s romantic calls,
rebirth of nature’s light divine,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls,
and blossoms pastel shades recline.

Rebirth of nature’s light divine,
when day equals the hours of night,
and blossoms pastel shades recline,
to hail the queen of May in light.

When day equals the hours of night,
a summer’s sun will come to play,
to hail the queen of May in light,
we chant and sing along the way.

A summer’s sun will come to play,
so life can grow as gods decreed,
we chant and sing along the way,
with warmth and light our hunger feed.

So life can grow as gods decreed,
the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
with warmth and light our hunger feed,
the wealth of harvest is our own.

The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
in autumn breeze that chills the heat,
the wealth of harvest is our own,
as gold and red belies our feet.

In autumn breeze that chills the heat,
a year that ends with blessed Samhain,
as gold and red belies our feet,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign.

A year that ends with blessed Samhain,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign,
in winter’s white, as angels cry.


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


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Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Acrostic | |

The Sun Rises- -The Moon Sets

These were set in motion from the beginning of time.
Heavens abound in each of their glory, power sublime.
Every excursion that they set upon revolves in rhyme.

Solar orb that secures life upon this planet we dwell.
Universally seen around our globe, for all to tell,
Never tiring it revolves, captured within its cell.

Rising up from its core, flares of powerful streams.
I respect what has risen from the sunny beams.
Sharing the glory that it has upon everyone, it seems.
Evident by the life that it supports even in dreams,
Solar star of daylight hours continue as nature deems.

Till nightfall approaches while another completes the set.
Helping to guide travelers for centuries the positions to get,
Evening ignites different phases upon this satellites debt.

Monthly revolutions of this celestial body sway the hours.
Orbital bliss has spoken richly along with romantic flowers.
Opening souls in sensuality and fulfilling romantic powers.
New moon to which many have fell into its magical showers.

Splendor of the night as it falls to set upon the new dawns light.
Exemplary versions follow a pattern, which marvels natural sight.
Take notice of what you may be missing each upcoming night.
Said, I’ve heard, old sailors delight, shining, enchantingly bright.


Details | Quatrain | |

In Your Dreams

Was it all a sweet dream or just reality?,
  I sit and ponder that very thought,
During the daylight and in the nighttime,
  Wondering, were we ever there or not?

A crescent moon smiled down on me,
  Shedding it's white light upon the ground,
I sat amongst the petals, waiting patiently,
  And it was there, that me, you found.

Lavender flower petals I did pluck,
  As I was seated atop the green hillside,
Does he love me, or does he not?,
  My love for you, I could not hide.

I only saw you as a dark silhouette,
  A shadow that walked upon the ground,
Among silver stars and a midnight sky,
  Your gentle voice was the only sound.

My darkened silhouette was no longer alone,
  While yellow fireflies around me dance,
When you came to join me atop that hill,
  In the meadow's softly illuminated romance.

I was embraced within your arms,
  As your most tender kiss met mine,
On that one warm summer's night,
  When our kindred spirits did entwine.

So sad was I when the time came to part,
  As the rising sun shined golden upon my hair,
Although, what a beautiful dream it was,
  When I awoke and found you there.






       
        Waking Dreams Contest


Details | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


Details | Haiku | |

Spring into Haiku

Smiling Sakura
blows kisses to Bush Warbler
Dreams of distant love


Details | Pantoum | |

LOVE NOTES WAFTING

Like love notes wafting in the air Floating petals of multi myriad a-hue Brushing velvet on my shoulders, bare Flush of nature seems to give a cue! Floating petals of multi myriad a-hue As many a-drifting prismatic rainbows Flush of nature seems to give a cue, For two dancing hearts to come close. As many a-drifting prismatic rainbows Flutter vividly across melting, meeting eyes For two dancing hearts to come close, Splashing colors of romance in blue skies. Flutter vividly across melting-meeting eyes Visions of intermingled sweet fragrances, Splashing colors of romance in blue skies, Beckoning in love, the open secret entrances! Visions of intermingled sweet fragrances Melody of the cuckoo's song, its sweet urges, Beckoning in love: the open secret entrances Desires collide, into a dream, the sight merges. Melody of the cuckoo's song, its sweet urges Brushing velvet on shoulders bare.. Desires collide, into a dream, the sight merges Like love notes wafting in the air... Yesha Shah


Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


Details | Free verse | |

Wild Flower

Unassuming simplicity 
Child of the wild 
A bit of color to catch the eyes
It’s too much to leave her behind 
Sentimental blindness
Can only give bad guidance 
Leave her; why break her?
Look only, but do not touch
You’ll soil your hands
Can never be friends
To embrace nature is not in your nature
Think you’ll just put her on your table?
You’ll be unable
A narrow vase by your hands made
Freedom cannot recreate
Take her home, and she’ll wither
But your guilt won’t die with her


Details | Ballade | |

Softly sipping honey wine

Softly sipping honey wine

Sipping softly honey wine
I hear the rivers song
Lovely lady by my side
With love so sweet and strong
How the river sparkles
It’s on its way to meet the sea
As softly sipping honey wine
We sit here you and me.

Softly sipping honey wine
There’s only you and me
As Pelicans fly us by
This essence, endlessly
Seeps in, as a boat goes by
And trees dance in the breeze
Softly sipping honey wine
We sit here hearts at ease.

Softly sipping honey wine
I know I love you so
No one, my love, could ever love this true
Softly sipping honey wine
I feel loves tender glow
As I look at you, and know you love me too.

Softly sipping honey wine
The two of us together
River reflects the somber skies
They’ll soon be rainy weather
Here in this cosy chalet
Telling you that I love you
Softly sipping honey wine
And sharing love so true


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Ladybug, Fly Away

Ladybug
Little friend
Little dancer
On my pen

Gentle bug
Little soul
Little creature
That I know

Fly away
Under the moon

Ladybug
Lovely girl
Lovely part of
This whole world

Gentle bug
Lovely boy
Lovely life which
Gives me joy

Fly away
Before it’s noon

Ladybug
Lonely heart
Lonely song from
Nature’s harp

Gentle bug
Lonely you
Lonely me and
We make two

Fly away
Don’t die too soon


Details | Triolet | |

cerulean loss

her alabaster lips did drown
the sea with rage that fateful dawn.
how beautiful with skin so pale,
her alabaster lips. did drown
the roar of waves and shredded sail.
Poseidon's wrath on human pawn.
her alabaster lips did drown.
the sea with rage that fateful dawn...


Details | Romanticism | |

Nature

I woke up in the morning,
Thinking all about you,
Only to imagine your eyes,
Shining like a morning dew.

I rolled my arm across the bed,
To Find your empty space beside,
Your presence can always be felt,
Fresh as air all the time.

I took an effort to leave the bed,
And glanced through the window,
Only to see the beautiful sunshine,
Like the beautiful heart you endow.

The tree's hustled across the lane,
Dropping leaves as trail, 
Like your soft voice and true words,
Leaving a mark on me,they never fail.

The flowers bloomed in the front row,
All Red, Yellow, Purple and white, 
Like the variety of roles you play at home,
With all respect, love alike.

Someone embraced me from behind,
Someone i felt i knew,
As i turned around to kiss her head,
And tell her '' I love you! '' 
She smiled like the day,
All Refreshing and so bright,
And hugged me to the core of heart,
To imply everything is all right,
Peace to have nature in my arms,
And say that '' It's all mine!"
Happy to spend my life with her,
Cause even forever is less in time.


Details | Romanticism | |

Evening walk on the beach

I walked alone
along a sandy and lonely beach.
The raging waves from the sea
crashed onto the slimy sea shore.
The riding waves were white and bare,
but when they violently crashed, turned white and black.

I walked along the lonely beach.
Listening to the seagulls chatting
on silver rocks and boulders.

I sat near the shore.
The waves coing in and out
crashing violently on the silver rocks and boulders.
I sat there, lonely skipping pebbles into the vase and endless sea.
The waves came in and swallowed the pebbles, I threw its way.

The sea crabs wabbling from side to side, came up from the shore.
They kept me company on a lone and quiet evening.
A lone dog walking without an owner
came and curled up next to me,
and barked at the chattering seagulls.
They flew in panic toward the setting of the Red Sun,
and disappeared into the evening paradise.

The lone dog gazed upon the red sheld sea crabs,
and chased their wabbling bodies away
back down to the slimy sea shore.
And at the setting of the evening, I was alone.

Soon I had seen something
that had shocked me,
A young and beautiful gypsy woman.
She crossed my path along the lonesome beach.
All of a sudden the beach became full with love and life of all kind.

The lilacs, and roses, and violets and daisies
grew tall and bloomed, like madmen.
The waves pulled in by the full moon,
that shinned upon me and the Gypsy Woman.
She was decorated with ragged skirts and blouses,
with shinny, white pearls around her neck,
and golden bracelets around her wrists.

She smiled at me.
I smiled back at her.
Her hair black, with a vail of flowers around her head.
She stopped me and held my hand.
I was astonished and afraid.

What was this stunning and beautiful woman doing to me?
A victim of lost love and heartbrake.
I had no money, no jewlery.
I asked her what she wanted.
She replied with loneliness in her voice;
"To be loved."

I pulled her in, and kissed her,
and whispered softly in her ear,
decorated with silver earrings;
"Me too."

We joined hands and walked the lonesome sandy beach.
Listening to the waves, now softly coming in and pulling out.
The shore, now not so slimy, 
and the silver rocks and boulders sleeping so peacefully.
I turned to her and she smiled at me.
I held her in my arms and kissed her upon her sweet brow.


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Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby

          Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby.. 
                          wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

 Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby 

 Twilighting glow of the sky..
 Wanna fly so high..

 Sparkling amidst the million stars..
 chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par.. 

 As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
 Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
 
 God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
 Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim.. 

 At an astounding pace time flew..
 But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..

 Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
 Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..

 Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
 But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..

 As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
 You cuddled my persona..like a sip of fountains..

 Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
 Full of high spirit and delighted..

 Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..

 Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
 Madhavi. Suyog.Pagare




Details | Light Poetry | |

Autumn Whispers


Autumn Whispers

It's almost September
A time to remember
The welcoming of Autumn calling my name
Such a welcoming game

Colors of the leaves bright yellow and red
The sounds of the wind dancing in my head
Crisp chill in the air...wind blowing freely thru my hair

I long to be with you this wonderful season
Falling in love with you was for a reason
Gazing into your eyes of blue
Remind me of the reasons why I fell in love with you

Walking hand in hand down that long mile
With you by my side makes me smile
Being with you all day long; in each others' arms where we belong

Autumn...
It's a reason for it to be in September
Because being with you forever 
Is a love to always remember


Details | Rhyme | |

The Stars Beyond the Sunset

Walk with me
the water's edge,
when the sun
and sea have met...
Our shadow's long,
the day is gone,
but it's not
dark just yet...
A kiss, and passion
fills our souls,
as the beauty
of the night unfolds...
Lovers now
-  in silhouette,
we share the stars
beyond the sunset...
 
Copyright © 2011


Details | Haiku | |

INTO THE SUNSET

late afternoon flirt...
dusk a romantic sweet tease
melting into you

*sunset.. the romance of sun and horizon

Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name: Into the Sunset
Date: 5-14-14


Details | Rhyme | |

Wonderful Trees

Wonderful things are trees 
waving about in the breeze 
showing off their color and light
what a beautiful sight
Protecting the birds that live high above 
helping the Earth, protecting from flood 
Whether mighty oak or tender sapling grow 
it is up to us and our children to sow 
A tree is like eternity, reaching for the sky 
It can be there when we are born 
and there when we die. 
From weeping willow to tallest pine 
all the wonderful woods and forests are mine


Details | Rhyme | |

The halo effect

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked. 


Details | Free verse | |

My Nest

Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.

Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.

relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.

who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.


Details | Ballade | |

Amidst the flowers

Love midst the flowers

The roses bloom so endlessly
In pink and red and yellow
And orange too with purest white
As the morn feels soft and mellow
We sit together drinking tea
As love fills all of me
And oh, it feels so wonderful
Cause, that’s the way love be.

The birds sing out in tenderness
As they pray to the golden sun
And you and I sit sipping tea
No longer two, but one
As the love, the joy of perfect love
Does deep within me sing
Those birds are singing just for us
And so much bliss do bring.

The Sun shines in the deep blue sky
I smell the whiff of Jasmine
As love sings from a gentle heart
Above all worldly din
As you and I together, dear
We sit here sipping tea
Nothing matters in the whole wide world
But the love twixt you and me.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Canvas of Night


The Canvas of Night


Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,


I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.




Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


and my being is infused with feelings of hope,


for even in darkness  I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.




note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.





Details | I do not know? | |

Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.


Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.


Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.


Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,


through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow



Details | Lyric | |

Don't Doubt I Love You

You can doubt the sun will rise
Or that the skies are ever blue.
You can doubt an eagle flies
Or that truths are ever true.
You can doubt everything you see
Within your field of view.
But don’t you ever doubt…
Never doubt that I love you

You can doubt the change of seasons
Or that stars will always shine.
You can doubt both faith and reason,
And that elements combine.
You can doubt the things I say
And the things you see me do.
But don’t you ever doubt…
Never doubt that I love you

No, do not ever doubt.
No, do not ever doubt.
No, do not ever doubt I love you.


Details | Haiku | |

The Rose

Fragrant, erotic, dangerous and red, the rose smells of love's odor.


Details | Free verse | |

The Garden

The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.

It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…

That mood, 
that beautiful frame of mind.  
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.

I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.

This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!

But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…

Walk with me through this garden.


Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms

The silk like blossoms

That bloom in the night time air

It captures moonlight


Details | Pastoral | |

Lines of sweet garlands lie beside

Lines of sweet garlands lie beside,
The winding road,
The stooping hill,
Pines and moorland bend to the ride,
Of Cupid’s delight,
The eerie, hoping thrill...

The shepherd’s flock, wool a-blowing,
Cow and music softly lowing,
To the wind which wisely, thanks bestowing,
Accepts the bow of Cupid’s aim...

Wind tripping lightly all along,
Its spouse, the cloud,
Its smile, the sun,
Sings the slipping, flighty throng,
Full voice aloud,
Along the frantic, joyous run...

The shepherd’s sweetheart, far away,
Stops from her song, stops from her Maying,
And hearing the sound, begins a-praying,
Accepts the flowers which high noon’s bride has thrown...


Details | Rhyme | |

The Blinds and Pane

Through the dark still summer's night,
'bove waves of sea-green foam,
speeds a beam of dim moonlight
that's left its lunar home...
Easily it makes its way,
as nature was intending,
through Heaven's gate
its path is straight,
not circular or bending.
Between the stars, and fields of grain
it sets the world a glow,
as it slips between the blinds and pane
of a single house below...
It lands upon a snuggled pair,
for its path was true (and chosen).
A kiss they share, their bodies bare
they're lovers interwoven...
Copyright © 2007


Details | Haiku | |

Blushing

the spring's warming wisp                                                                                           heats the summer blaze sunshine's                                                                               delicate first kiss


Details | Free verse | |

Moon

Might I ask about what the moon means to you?
It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite.
Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky?
It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living.

So does the moon fill the air with hope?
The moon itself is hope for people.
Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching?
It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life.

Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth,
And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth.

So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night
With romance in the air that is so bright
We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk
And with such passion we would talk
The moon gives us our pull on each others heart
With a dinner that we take part
The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love
The moon is always there to shine right above
In time we think we are blinded by the moon 
But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon
It gives out a warmth in the darkness
We probably do not think of it less
Because the moon is our memories of our past 
It shows it everyday and night and always last

April 13, 2013


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Paramour within Santa Anna Winds

 Paramour august never longer
 Till days shall pass
 Will I be among torment unto fervor
 Or in acceptance
 Of the yearning, thy touch to have

 But, in days absent sojourn
 I shall sheath myself
 Amid the arid
 Of the desert’s spirit burning
 Counting blessings He has left

 And, within the Santa Anna winds
 Are they
 From off of austral shores
 Tales in warmth that ferry
 Oh, my maiden aurorae from afar

 Your essence seizes upon
 The Sierra whispers which carry
 To whelming rumors crossing, Mohave floors
 And an envisage dances in whirlwind
 Softly humming, the nightress tune of thy return
 Evermore


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SILENT STREAMS

SILENT STREAMS Silent streams resonate yesterdays puddles while we discount that our lives are packed with lunatic floods let’s talk of strawberries that are tasteful and succulently arduous We are as gentle as the storms eye as mild as a quiet hare-brained crazy mad-capped fire we whisper that our universe and splendour can never expire ©Kim van Breda— 23 June 2014


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To a Red Rose

As I wake to a sunny day,
a crisp and cool day, I may say;
I dress and go to the garden-
ad I gaze upon the beauty,
I see a beautiful gift sent to me-
you my dear, swing thing;
sent down on angel's graceful wings,
to a lovely tune that a nightingale sings-
Yes you my red rose.
You the one who makes my heart sing.

To a red rose,
my favorite of them all,
as I walk in the meadow of love,
no other flower compares to your own
beauty and color;
so pure and lovely
I shed a tear for you
my red, red rose;
so beautiful-
I love you.

.12.22.2013


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






Details | Free verse | |

The Human Seasons: Elements At War and Peace, Part III

                                                                  3.

Wrapped close, in implacable, bitter embrace,
The winter grips the land and holds it immobile,
The cat upon its mouse.

Stripped bare and glazed with stony ice
Ashudder beneath a slatecloud sky
That drops its snow in a hush of crowding dimness,
A white leaden mantle
Is lain over empty fields, piling 'round the trunks of skeletal trees
Standing soberly and waving their bony branches in the frozen air
The twilight days light a world now comatose,
Drawn in against the cold and huddled like 
Some invalid giant shorn of all his strength,
Lying stretched half slain across the firmament
Gazing into nothing with a distant blank stare
As scattered carrion birds wheel against a wan canvas,
Waiting.

Those two in their little house circle 'round as well,
Moving without purpose through the events of their lives
As the cold outside seeps into the rooms
Invading their thoughts
To make them tremble
Shaken in the blindness of their desperation,
And though the fire blazes orange-warm in the hearth,
Defending this inside space from the day's deep gloom,
Autumnal sorrows have collected in the silence
And worn their hearts weary with cares,
And thus the spirit's wounds have festered and widened,
Filling with the poison of despair.

Soft sparks the glow of the fire makes in his tired eyes,
Reflecting wild fears that her love is lost;
They dance in his mind, stabbing with a pain
That knows no cure.

Long the time he just looks at her,
This life that chose to be with him always,
And he sees that
Whatever
The hurt that came between,
He cannot bear that she leave him 
Condemned to go on without her,
Alone.

Her thoughts for him are much the same,
Though she says it not.
Yet when at last he reaches out across the table
And takes her hand in his,
She looks up, and for one long moment
They two become the lone human pair
In all of space and time,
And in one another's moist crystalline gaze
They read a deep sweet tale 
In a language without words.

          Something melts,
                                       And something breaks

In that moment when she gently folds 
Her delicate fingers over his,
Looking down again with a schoolgirl smile
Spreading irresistable over her face.

Outside, in the blackness of the star-shot night,
Ice cracks
And waters run clear beneath the snow.


Details | Free verse | |

Sliding Down

I’m hoping for my dreams to become a reality
I’m hoping for a phase of gratitude
I’m rejecting my hopeless fate
I’m accepting your side of the story…but don’t intrude 

Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight
I grab the rope for extra support
It burns like a vertical line of fire
I’m unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down… 

I cherish you like my own belongings
I designed you on my bedroom wall
I have you displayed deep in my heart
Believe me – you’ll never split it apart 

Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around
My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress
The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees 
And I imagine the memories we share with each other 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

When I reflect upon the joyous times,
My heart never fails
To pound vigorously for you
I’m sliding down 
I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you 

I see the light in your eyes
I don’t see an insidious nature in you…
I wish I hadn't believed in the lies
I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

I’m glad I've met you in the first place
We’re a perfect match – 
Don’t deny it…you made me feel handsome
We’re on the road of victory
We’re making great progress
We’re hanging on the edge,
But we were rescued 
From sliding down…

At least we’re kept ourselves alive……


Details | Acrostic | |

Beach Blanket Bingo-w

(**I visited the Kuta beach in Bali, Indonesia in the early 90s.The expressions 
in the 
poem is the powerful of feelings recollected in tranquility today in 2009 
remembering the visit.)


Beach I remember of getting wind in my hair Eyes were full of tears of joy and not grief And to stand on the sand and simply to stare Clothes dampening while playing “run away” Hear the wavelets at play tickling our toes. Be seated on the beach with feet in the sand Listen to ocean’s song to clear the mind And watching the crimson sunset at the same time Not to bother for any cares, watching God’s bounties. Kept roaming on the beach to find colored shells Eavesdropping to hear the ocean’s deep roar The tired mind to be refreshed smelling the salt. Behold the beach! Here I have found peace I have found love too, here, here and here Nowhere but on grains of sand that blankets Graciously and gorgeously offering a bed of comfort. Oh, the freedom to run, fall, hold, cuddle and coil.
+++++++++ Date 12-30-09 The poem originally in Free Verse was turned into Acrostic contest in 2011 but before I could submit it, the contest was closed). Dr. Ram Mehta Form: Free Verse Third place win Contest: Impress Me II by Giorgio V. Motif - Romantic/Nature


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The Snowy Life of Two Loving Ghosts

Taking suggestions especially on this poem. This is a first draft and I like it, but I don't have time to edit at the moment. Thank you!
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The two ghosts dance through the barren forrest,
leaving footsteps to be pondered about
by the man who owns the land in the morning.
Howls and Screams and Laughter and Love
fill the dewy dark sky.
The two, lovers in death,
never knowing of the truth,
that their lives were taken
Snowfalls before,
being murdered in these woods,
their throat slits and their bodies mutilated,
No one knew who they were.

But here they are again,
running through the spindly trees,
taking in the scenes of their
eternal winter.
He takes her hand,
leading her to an opening in the trees,
a perfect circle, no light insight
but the stars above,
so beautiful,
so prominent.
Theres not a place in this town
better than this
to see the future amongst the stars.

They came here that day,
tent in one hand,
telescope in the other;
their thoughts in the air.
They were seventeen,
Seniors awaiting the approval
of a diploma,
They should be studying,
mid-terms next week.
They took a fatal break,
spent the night together,
only belonging to each other.

The ghosts;
who's sight doesn't recognize
the spot of their demise. 
They sit on top of a large smooth stone,
Left their by the world in it's hurry.
They gaze upon the stars,
waiting for the world to reveal itself.
The screams and wails and love still permeate the air.

They fell asleep in each others arms,
and so they never heard the footsteps,
the drunken laughs of men full of sin,
ready for some action.
They found the tent,
they killed the innocent souls,
but instead of leaving they bodies,
they left the ghosts,
taking the bodies and
depositing them in the freezing lake.
They then sat upon the rock,
laughing about the deed done,
passing out in the deadfall of snow.

The transparent lovers jump to the snow,
throwing themselves down to sleep the night away.
They cuddle,
protecting each other from the snow,
the danger,
the truth.
The smile,
and with one last scream,
they kiss,
disappearing,
merging with the snow,
Part of the world,
and this spot full of false truths.

No longer do lively bodies wander about the woods,
and the owner hardly visits.
But a few times each winter,
when the snow has fallen so deep,
You can hear the screams,
the howls, 
the laughter
and the love
of two ghosts
dancing in the snow.


Details | Rhyme | |

White Swan Black Swan

Sleepeth thou darkling,

   fade....

How privy thy existence  made,

   to shade the feathered extremity

   thy plumage gave;

   a kiss unto pools sleeping

   white at noon....

   neath bowers in waking rain,

   through arbors, dripping and brawn


The black swan returns again,

   ('tis no shame to love him so)

   Seeker of the serfs;

   with slow power he fends her,

   such flight to beating wing,

   to dawn never ending

   (seizing watery throne)


Thou art royal among the waters

   and scarlet skies make pink

   thy billowed white hues;

Little boats of lovers sigh

   your white-spirit near

How good omen fosters good cheer ----

How blessed they feel your presence

   here,

   grace upon the gentle waves


There is black among the pond,

   sable Lord from Melbourne;

   his speech unruly and red,

Likened his beak with surly scarlet 

   throngs,

   how honest his nature bequeathed 

   (how darkling his arbors met)

   floating in the nestles, watching

   with spring-fed breeze


And she to him, a Queen of fair hope:

   " Shall I call thee white love? "

   said he  



Keith O.J. Hunt (C) 2014


Details | Free verse | |

On A New-Spring's Morning

Sky’s all around as washed blue.
Oh! Sun is shining very bright.
These trees, there the nearby forests, 
Are covered by light-snow 
Fallen in the night.
 Men and women in the street have gathered 
And talk loudly and laugh aloud
And I suppose, they share some good news.
Cocks crow in the neighbors’ yards,
And sweet sparrows--after a long time 
Chirp by my window.
It all indicates some good sign…
A good day! A good month! A good year ahead!
And it all fills with joy my saddened heart again. 
It seems so and I pray!
 I shall be employed this year
As an English teacher in a school,
To my satisfaction –forever.
And we shall reconcile –she and I,
And secretly see each other
Oh! Again and forever.


Details | Quatrain | |

Orb of Night

The dark of the night sky: clear, unlimited space
Lights and a bright white moon, of clouds no trace
The mood suddenly changes, the lights are faded
The vault of heaven is raided, the azure invaded

Realization in a flash, the barren moon stands abashed
Now fainthearted, lily-livered, her quiet joy is crashed
Hide not your face behind clouds the color of yellow dirt
I know your phases, feel your moods, I know you`re hurt

Battered, barren, lonely, evanescent orb of night
From your cursed dance peace you`ll never find
But I`ll be your fire eater, one who devours the sun
Artemis, Luna, Diana, your true name knows none


Details | Free verse | |

On A Relaxed Recline On A Springs Soft-Sunny Day

 On A Relaxed Recline On A Spring’s Soft-Sunny Day
=====================================
This cool country and this calm forenoon,
Singing birds and murmuring stream—
Far from that noise and dust of the concrete city.
This recline in half sun and half shade,
By the blooming willows, in the grassy yard of my lonely wooden cottage,
Is princely and priceless...
'As I recall the scene-- those weak, naked, 
Indian laborers on a blazing summer’s day 
In the heat of brick kiln.'
Reading an American poet, and imagining his horse ride 
By some dark woods on a snowy day.
With a bowl of plane water,
And a view of a very high elevated, pillar less, blue-like roof, 
And heavy woods’ walling all around the town.
And adding spice into the fantasies-fun
With the musical memories of my love-days.


Details | I do not know? | |

In Time She Wakes

In time she wakes; I, the the sun, that kisses her face. 
No lies or disguise, just the radiant reflection of African skies on the rise in her eyes.
Beauty unmistakable, incredible, unforgettable;
My eyes drink the scene until I'm full. 
Her hair, her face, that skin, where to begin? 
So smooth the soft surfaces surrounded and swirled in swirling sheets that keeps my amber bright morning light tight in her sight. 
She can't quite fight the bite to ignite with all her might. 
Yet before the day slips away she'll sway and play in Plettenberg bay. 
And from her lips drips the sips from oceans where now sleep the ships and slips of men that crashed and smashed from sirens singing and calling out their longing and wanting so haunting - the sound spilling from that same coy style of a Mona Lisa smile. 
She wants to linger on but horizons blue, orange, yellow and red hint of bed instead it must be said. 
Soon to the night she'll wed but before that rest she shares her shape in shadows on the shore. 
A dance does she once again as I gaze with the last blaze of my rays across the waves, 
until again, through the morning haze, I'll wake her just to see her eyes kiss the skies that light up from the light in my eyes. 
For she is my earth, my world, my purpose, I am her sun. 
This breathing circle, this vision, no dark nightly dream would it seem could ever forever our helix make undone.

C.L.Baker©2013


Details | Free verse | |

That Sunny Forenoon

THAT sunny forenoon
Beside the new spring’s
New thorns bloom
Swaying with the steady
Tender blows of breeze.
And she’s springing, racing
Over the garden’s wet grass,
Seeing at me, smiling,
As she knows her childish fun
How I am loving and enjoying.

Again, he’s waiting this whole winter
For such another spring’s
Another day’s another sit,
Oh together! For facts and fantasies fit.


Details | Light Poetry | |

soft strength

pleasure leaks as your sweet harmony joins my vicious endeavors, a new genre for your love streams, my manhood elevates your passion capturing your emotions' allow me to bury my transgressions please rescue me from my intentions. purify my soul open my eyes to a love untold', conquer my heartbreak align my romance with the deepest parts of your fears, catapult my ambitions unmask my ignorance sweet dear for the sweet edge of my sword of bravery admires my prideful gain.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya - My Beloved Has Returned Home

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)

Autumn:


the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.


Winter:

pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.


Spring:

birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.


Summer:

alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,


Monsoons:

heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.


Details | Verse | |

A steep descent of a small river

Once I tried to embrace a cascade A steep descent of a slim river With a soft regalia of steps but she sprinkled scantily on me But I was aroused, flushed and reddened. Enjoying her warm and soft impact Before she became a cataract with strong undercurrents and deep holes.
+++ October 31, 2014 Form: Parallelogram de Crystalline Dr.Ram Mehta Contest: some form of crystalline by nette onclaud


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


Details | Sonnet | |

The Lady Suffers

The Lady Suffers 


What of the slow falling of morning dew 
rain that sets a cold shiver upon you
A sky that dances to yet mock anew
goodness and gentleness surely your due!

Can earth dare to ever this one reproach
promises of your sure sweetened approach
Pretty maiden of your innocent ways
sends joy into glorious summer days!

What of wind that so evilly blows
away all sacred words that you compose
Dares wickedly ruin your pretty hair
disrupt loving mood of my lady fair!

Nay, Nature careless , so very cruel 
made up of harsh acts that so rashly rule!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-24-2014


Details | I do not know? | |

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…


…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.

…

The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude


Details | Free verse | |

A Feeling for my Cousin

Thirteen books! And you are in class one,
And the answers to the difficult questions
Are my brother, long!

In the bushy country near the low hills,
Kids, calves spring in delight;
Cows and goats graze whole days.
The cowboys enjoy warm sun, 
Wild meadows, cool blows of air!
My boy, you have to be indoors all-day,
Behind wide walls, airtight and high!
And ah! Grassy school-ground be guarded by numb tutors.

I see the suffering of your tiny soul…!
My boy, a bird with trimmed wings,
Can’t fly in the fair sky?
A hobbled horse can’t race in a pasture;
Fastened tight with tie,
You can’t shout open in the open outdoor.

How can a caged parrot like
Even if given golden grains—
You are returning your tiffin, always half-eaten.

I will hug your beating baby-heart
And rub long with my chest;
Kiss your fear-laden face;
Help you lifting the hefty bag;
And shed a tear afterward…
This is what I can do for you, my boy-brother,
Everyday.


Details | Imagism | |

NATURE IS AN INSIGNIA

When the sky kisses the ocean
Its hue is alluring as the rising sun
I see beautiful bed of roses
Near the dancing green grasses
 
A winged- creature soars
As I travel while I glance unto the shore
Leaves fall in this glaring summer
But the Breeze of December is what I remember
 
The imagery of nature captures my sight
Wondrous formations are all so bright
Everywhere are all astonishing
God’s masterpieces are indeed lingering
 
Nature is an insignia of my admiration
For eternity I’ll carry and I’ll never abjure
In the paradise is the gate towards heaven
Completely smiling though there’s steep sides of ravine
 
The gripping root is “YOU” my man
With bravado and strapping hold in my hand
Though we undergo labyrinth in our journey
Because people give words of acrimony
 
You and I are eminent trees
Emblem of strength as they can see
Upheaval is what populace might bring
Yet we hold strong as tied strings


by: JOYZEL MAE P. SOTES
dedicated to : JAKE O. DELA PAZ
May 15, 2014


Details | Free verse | |

The Girl at the River

The girl at the river
with folding mountains 
and shaggy trees

Watched two white swans 
swaying with the moody breeze

She watched as they danced
and ruffled their feathers 

In a way they were separate
but always together 

She sat for a while as
she inhaled the moment

She knew in her heart the
swans would always be devoted

And as the swans drifted softly 
away with each other

The girl at the river
thought only of her lover


Details | I do not know? | |

The Swaying of the Grass

1.

 

A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,

 

sashaying in the summer breeze.

 

2.

 

Along the path,
lightness settles within,

 

feeling the grass,
swooning,
tickling ankles,

 

swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,

 

brushing the remnants of pain away.

 

3.

 

Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,

 

teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,

 

to silently be.

 

4.

 

Walking on,
savouring the peace,

 

a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,

 

all is quiet,

 

a stillness cradling fractured emotions,

 

the grass in the fields sway,

 

dusk descends,

 

shadows lengthen,

 

nudging dimming light to take leave,

 

of the day


Details | Free verse | |

As Summer Kisses Autumn

Many trees do blush
Bringing color to leaves
Nature's decorations falling sweetly
To caress mother earth

Reminds me of you
First time lips touched
Your cheeks so rosy
Fell sweetly in love

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn




Details | Romanticism | |

Sing to me My Love

The sun has risen and we still in the chamber den,
listening to the bluebirds sing love songs
and the rushing of the stream outside our window.
Life has awaken and we still hibernating and still in love;
giving each other kisses and cuddling close together,
to where our hearts kept warm forever.
Sing to me my love and I shall close my eyes,
and hear passionate lyrics roll off the base of your tongue
and speak your lovely, red lips the words of passion and love.

Sing to me my love
a song to make the bluebirds shed a tear,
to make the prancing deer come up to our front step,
to make the wolves howl at the silvery-laced moon,
to make the mountains grow higher to touch heaven's gates,
to make the rushing water in the streams lead to the seas.
Sing to me my love, oh sing to me.

Love rushes and the birds fly together,
high up above in heaven's blue skies,
and the rushing waters provide charity to the thirsty deer.
Sing to make the flowers grow in our garden,
and sing to make my heart skip a beat,
and I shall hold you in my arms,
sitting by a rich flame, which warms us up,
and I shall sing in return.

Love, my dear, love is all we need together,
we are beauty in nature,
as we sing our songs together,
harmony is what turns the world round and round.
Sing to me my love
and we shall love more than any lover loved another.
Love me, my dear, love me,
and listen to the angels in heaven's grace and glory
sing a chorus of sweet music to our ears,
and we shall sleep together and forever,
and the sun shall rise again,
the birds shall sing,
and we shall sing along with them
in love forever, my dear.

.12.18.2013


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For Me, O Friend

See someday! Without a sound,
In the calm midday of midsummer,
That hard by clump of woody willows.
Standing, lay your soft shoulder with one’s meek bark, 
Under and amidst the bending branches 
So clement and lingering.
Civilly! Eavesdrop the brown sparrows talking in soft shade;
Look at there, the animals, feeding in the pebbles-pasture;
Visit, the humble herders, their tall goats, their big-headed dog;
Hear, the roaring of that rocky creek, the din of that bouncing brook;
Smile at the low lying cloud, stare long those cedar- woods:
Of mine ear, of mine eye,
For me, for me, for me, O friend!


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Forests Of Blue Bells




In My Tunnel Of Sunlight Thoughts Of You..
Bouncing ..Rays Of Warmth
Bouncing Bark To Leaf..
Your Pine Scent Wisps My Nose..
In Silence I Feel Your Heart Beat..
I Hear Your Foot Steps..
You Are With Me, In Forests Of Blue bells..


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Chime

Cold steel loosely hanging
Spirit wind passes by ---
A warm melodious song.


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Lovers Peace

Water trickles down a crook,
I sit happily with a book,
To escape this world of filth and greed,
On magical words my brain dose feed.

The birds are singing in the trees,
The scent of roses is in the breeze,
Dreams of love and thoughts of bliss,
A longing for a lovers kiss.

As he strolls through country grass,
I think my dream has come at last,
He lays his head upon my knee,
In this moment our soles are free.

I stroke his hair, he kissed my lips,
A fire rushes to my tips,
I slide down with a gentle pull,
In his arms I am peaceful.


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The Sunset

Watching the sun set, walking with you along the beach
There is absolutely nowhere else I would rather be.
The waters kiss the shore near the bottoms of our feet;
The seagulls provide a loud yet soft melodic symphony.
I want to enjoy the simplicity of this peace,
This heaven on earth provides a sweet release.
Taking our sweet, precious time, we’re in no rush,
Feeling the softness of the sand collapsing beneath us.
The white sands are grainy between our toes,
Quietly washed away by the gentle waves’ flows.
As the sun descends, my love for you swells.
My heart and soul are where my love for you dwells.
Along our infinite path of love layered with sand,
We walk together, side by side and hand in hand,
Two happy people who love each other deeply,
Finding pleasure in a love that I find completes me.


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Juniper's Daughter Springtime With My Family

JUNIPER’S DAUGHTER - SPRING WITH MY FAMILY
   We went on a weekend to the Lake District, my love and I, in our flying disc. We had just been married not three months past. Ourselves together, my pagan witch wife and me, we were a family? Yes. In my eyes we were, extra additions would come later. Of that I (we) was sure.
   Climbing up Great Carrs mountain under a blue spring sky, we were under heaven. There was still snow on the tops; we passed the snowline at 2,500 feet. I used my pick hammer to lever myself up the steep incline, at the head of a U shaped valley. There was no glacier here now, only my wife and I. She was nimble and quick, needing only her toned limbs, ex British Army boots and thermal gloves to ascend the mountain. Looking back, she smiled down at me. She always beat me. I dug my hammer into the frozen earth and picked up some snow. My snowball hit her shapely behind; a shriek of surprise came forth. There was a wet patch on her jeans.  
   “Just wait till I get you on top, you’re for it!” she jested, nodding her head. With that, she turned and continued climbing the sheer fifty degree slope.
   “I know,” I chuckled, picking up my rock hammer and going on. “Is that a promise?”
   After half an hour more she reached the top of the mountain and stood on the rock edge. A vertical drop of a thousand feet was between her and the ground. Strenuously I finally got up to her, my muscles ached – no chance of a massage with her vivid expression. I stood there breathing heavily by her side. It was clear who the winner was – my dear wife. With a wicked smile she took my hand and in a Judo move, dropped me onto the snowy ground. A meter separated us from oblivion. She straddled my chest and proclaimed her win with a kiss.
   “I win my dear husband.”
   “I know you always do. You’re on top.”
   “Yes, I know.”
   “Take me then, winners reward.”
   “I like being on top. I’m a woman.”
   “I know,” I said, looking up at her pretty face, in shadow under a high spring sun. Below me, I saw the abyss of the valley created by monumental natural forces. What was my dear wife in comparison? She was part of the same world of nature, encompassing her, myself and my family.
   “Kiss me my love,” she whispered. 
   I did so. Then we made love on an icy mountain, just us and this ancient timeless mountain in the greatest scenery on earth. Soon the circle would be complete, my pagan bride Juniper’s Daughter would be with child.


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lingual love language

In the lover's tongue's
they call them romantic 
languages for their own sake

Escucho tu susurro amor
I hear your love whisper

Her Spanish tongue trills,
a lingual click on her
ivory teeth reminiscent of
glossy blanco castanets

Her billowing blouse, a hint 
of hiding romance underneath.
Colorful skirt flows, just - 
just like her sensuous legs below

Sento il tuo soffio d'amore
I hear your love murmur

Dark-haired Italian woman
arms raised to Tuscan air
fingers together in emphasis
tells of passionate effort

to make herself known to
her lover - il suo amante

Je sens votre amour dans mon coeur
I feel your love in my heart

Young blond from Avignon says
as she sits graciously 
at the small table
off the Rue Carnot
fingering her necklace
and looking at, you.
How could you not feel that
love is in the air?
Of course you do...
it's soon to be spring,
isn't it?

love grows - amor crece - amore cresce - amour grandit

© Goode Guy 2013-02-22


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Thank Them--All

The fair breeze had 
steadily blown
And in the rocky 
pasture, the lilies 
danced.

The bubbly boys 
saw us
And giggled and 
shyly had run.

The grave cloud 
floated slowly over
And caringly had 
shaded us.

The wild grass 
grown very high
Had us in her lush 
lap hid.

The old tree behind 
her trunk
We had standing 
become one.
                                     The 
old man who 
was Godly 
And thus couldn’t us 
see.
                                     Those 
seeing birds 
in gaiety had sung
When by the country 
we walked
And secretly kissed, 
cuddled, and kissed. 


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In The Lonely Go Wherever Out Free

In The Lonely Go Wherever Out— Free
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Listen to the singing of sparrows—free 
Sit by the bank of a spurting stream
 Feel there, the quiet blows of breeze
Rest in the cedars’ shade or of chinars
 Play with the willows’ leaning boughs
Smell the scent of ripening roses
 In the heights listen to the quiet vale
Hand an old or pat an orphan boy
 See the sun setting over hill-top
See the dawn damp with dew
Wink at a City Lass or blink at a Country Maid
Hug a grazing calf or clasp a playing boy
 Feed a pigeon in cage, or a street dog,
Or come to me and enjoy in sips, a cup of tea—Free!


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Ivory

They each have a yellow extension,
Sure there is much more to mention,
Each is known to do a lot to protect,
Neither is known to get much respect.

The Helmeted Hornbill lives in the trees,
Watch out because they might have fleas,
Now the other is on an ice hockey team,
And uses a yellow stick to help fulfill his dream.

As the bird uses it’s beak as a weight,
I doubt very much the player is ever late,
While we watch the bird fly and glide,
It has been great having him on our side,

They both were born in Brunei,
Watch out for the bird in the sky,
Both care very much for their mates,
Wonder if the wife can stay up on skates?


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Every Vista Asked About You

Though the pallid water fell high 
And bathed the blue rocks continual clean.
Though to the deep,
 The cattle walked over the centuries-old glaciers
Though the horror of Sindh could be heard 
And the hurry of her water seen.
Though the calm cool lakes created
 Long lingering waves.
Though by the early evening, 
Nomads’ flock viewed of the far
 Walking to the far-off.
Though in the lush meads the horses’ dung in air 
An unknown fragrance had spread.
Though the goats grazed ‘long the standing hills 
And the buffaloes churned stock-still their heads, held eyes.
Though the horsemen galloped across the vale
And took the white women-visitors long ride.
Though the lofty road wayed ‘mid the Zojilla hills,
 High, along the Sindh’s cedars’ shore.
Though in the north 
The cloudy summits lived in frost and chill.
Though a country lad on the road’s side 
Stared sweet of half-open eyes—
The passing visitors’ vehicles, 
And tempted me to kiss.
Though to the uphill,
An old alone nomad reclined on a lonely rock
 Looked beautiful—lost in thoughts.
Though the Nature was in her sheer youth, 
Though I was flying in fervor and verve,
Every vista asked about you
 And turned, all delights into despair.


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And More, And More

Let’s now! See by the snowy stream,
Sprints slanting the pine woods,
Has weedy, sandy shore 
And more, and more…
I hunt nearby the old wild trees
And trap the vulture walking over the lawn,
You collect the woods and dry grass;
Sitting around athwart—
We wink, smile, love and aloud laugh.
Sprinting salt I present you the dark-red liver,
You return with the stout limb.
The fire shall still burn
Before the grassy cave,
You tickle me and irritate
And I punish you hard hugs, long luscious kisses
And more, and more…
By then the woman vulture returns home,
Finds eggs but not her caring companion!
Calls! Howls! And flutters between the tall trees!
We see, we sigh, and we grieve…
And slowly roll down our faces, big bright tears.
We pray for his pure soul’s peace!
Pray for her, her be born babies!
And toward the heavens forming fearful clouds,
We raise hands high, and for clemency beseech…