Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....
Copyright © EMMANUEL SAMSON | Year Posted 2007
Sunrise, Heaven And Nature Conspire!
At sunrise, when morn breaks into sweet day
Darkness,eases into another far lost realm
Light returns to splendor in its bright way
Sun-ship glowing,celestial giant at the helm!
We that rise up to see this wondrous event
soak in its beauty, holding its glory fast
Our future embraced and our past thus spent
each day's memories and hopes sail at last!
Heaven and Nature conspire to give that gift
hours await to explore life's great dreams
Darkness fled,giving again blessed day shift
full of promises riding magnificent streams!
At sunrise, when morn breaks into its sweet day
Earth gives man more time to love, dance and play!
Robert J. Lindley, mid-70's
Old sonnet, perhaps mid/late 70's.
Had no date on it.. Certainly was at an
optimistic time in my young life.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
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.
Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013
“Well,” She asked; her eyes wide. Beads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature
crystal suns. Her angst was palpable. “What is it!”
The air was still. There were no words. Just the sound of bodies breathing in – and
“Congratulations.” He held out his arms, handing the mother, her baby, “You have a son.”
The moment shone like glass in the center of the heavens – pure and eternal.
It was redemption from every wrong thing she’d ever done.
It was the shining eyes of God smiling onto her exhausted face; lighting it with hope.
It was the only place there was – the only time, the only space.
It was the only feeling that existed.
They were the only two incarnate souls in the room; on the planet, and in the universe.
This was her child –
And she was his mother.
(there are no words for such things. suddenly, I feel like an intruder. there are too many
eyes, words and moments here. so it is here, I take my leave; leaving this mother and the
only soul in her universe to their perfect moment. they will have many more moments in this
lifetime; but none as sacred, as human, or as eternal as the first look from life to life;
mother to child; heaven to earth, as the very first. None.)
“It’s a boy.” she whispered. Her throat a crumbling tunnel; stunned, but not really. Like
she’d known it all along. “My baby boy…” She smiled into his ancient, brand-new face;
tracing his delicate cheek with the back of her finger. “He’s perfect.”
She ran her palm along the bottom of his soft, miraculous foot, and laughed. “Look at
your feet – they’re huge!”
And as she wiped the tears with the heel of her shaking hand – smearing what was left of
her mascara - she looked in to his, as close to heaven as one can get, eyes, and said, “Hi.
I’m your mama.” He smiled at her. He knew. He’d known it all along. “And I’ll love you
The world closed its shades then. Leaving the sacred to its history; the moment to
eternity; and their universe to its quiet, little room.
*Inspired by Deborah's, You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby, contest; and every mother
who has graced this sacred room.
Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2009
jacaranda blossom bells
a cobalt carpet
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2010
Imagine you are outside sweltering.
You’re faint, and it’s a bad state you are in.
What sweet relief a summer’s rain can bring -
When droplets start to kiss you on the chin!
Or maybe you’re a little bit too warm,
and air conditioning is all you seek
when Mother Nature comes and shows her charm
and blows you kisses - wind across your cheek.
And maybe it is winter, and you yearn
for something lovely as the north wind blows.
You turn around and suddenly you learn
God heard your prayer as snow flakes touch your nose.
The rain, the breezes and the snow are His.
How natural your kiss from heaven is.
By Andrea Dietrich
For the Contest of Gail Angel Doyle
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
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
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012
A glacial heaven on blue earth
Swaddled in blankets of crowned snow,
Suckling breast of my ancient birth
In mountain streams, bamboo trails flow.
When life’s finished, here I will lie,
To hear my ancestors’ lullaby.
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2011
as I stand here and gaze
into the heavens
this dark, inky sky
ahhh . . .
now I see you my love
my bright, shining Gibbous Moon
the dark cloud
moved on into the night
showing the heavens my spirituality
for we are as one
whether you are a mere Crescent Moon
mere tantalizing part of you
we may only guess
what is hidden
in the darkness which is you
its as if you are having wicked fun
at my expense
time gives me the taste of
your delicious and tempting Half Moon
glow of iridescence revealing
more of yourself
although it seems the more you show
the more is hidden
you are playing me an exotic dance
befitting your lofty aspirations
an enticing, though half naked smile
I stand there
wishing the nights would flow faster
as each night
slowly evolves into the next one
you know I will
be there again and again
for your final unveiling
and shows me
your patient lover
you in all your majestic glory
a huge, bright and lustrous
Full Moon rising
I almost sob
Copyright © Jerry Bolton | Year Posted 2014
or Saturday afternoons,
look and feel richer,
dense relational liturgy of mundane ritual,
often more sabbath quiet.
Quiet neighborhood school playground
celebrates more solitary visits
seeking co-sensory silent selftalk,
muse swings back and forth,
happy slides up elational,
then downright ecstatic.
of a warm winter's sun
pretexting Spring's co-redemptive dance,
prancing across jungle gyms
of mythic pirate romance,
swinging Tarzans and Janes
flying rope to rope
bar to bar
beating outdoor kettle drums
of Sunday's sacred playground joy.
This light we bring to sabbath,
Sunday's sun absorbs full resolved through co-play,
a child again
in love's sequestered Solar Systemic womb
giving happy birth to weeks
diastatic BeLoved Queen Shabbat's
weekly baptism in love's regenerativity.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
O'er tempest,soars the
eagle with wings
stretching towards the
Up the sky,a figure
with outstretched wings
battling the turbulent
wind and frowning sun.
Soaring like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
Gliding like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
Mistaken for an eagle
in the sky-never an eagle.
Utter's sound as the
eagle-never an eagle.
under a stormy wind.
For paid price-loss of
The works of mother-
nature can never be out-
dated or equalled.
Frog-men under sea
and frogs in the waters
can bear witness.
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
A staff is more than handhold, its worn
to the grasp, trust in what fell down from above.
The llama's sure foothold fits like our staffs
in the rocks climbing upward to the top to the sky.
We risk the blaze of sun, for the wide wings of condor
soaring, spiraling, hunting for a meal, never assured
except for his hold on the sky, flight, supreme
over the rocks and tumbles and worn out straw
of season of cold passing into days of warmth.
The spindle clatter, the roil and curve of weft needle
a prayer to on high, like the spirals of rock to the sky
the sun speaking to us at feet, these are complete
to the rest and remain of our escape to safety
in the cradle of our summer retreat, waiting for stars
to fall among us, waiting for stars to carry us away
from homes built within a circle of spires, three spires
to bring the ley lines of power into our grasp, to offer
escape from the dust and dung we live in, amazed.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013
Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear.
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ?
What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.
I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the power of water itself .
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .
By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost .
The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?
What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth,
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
HEAVEN THROUGH THE EYES
Won't you tell me places called heaven on earth?
for so long, so long, I tried to search and search
Come east. Come west. North to south, I all reach.
my quest began since day of my birth. . .
It's pre-historic paleolithic age, this beautiful place
Karnataka's architecture amidst it's greenery.
Heaven through my eyes seeing such scenery
to walk it's ground my thoughts gently grace.
Meandering many miles from a dripping spring,
the Fraser River in it's glory catches my eye,
heaven through my eyes as I stand nearby
to hear it's lapping waters as it sings.
This magnificent fissure, one of earth's abyss,
the Grand Canyon on the Colorado Plateau.
Heaven through my eyes, in erosion flow
resided the ancient Pueblo whom lived in bliss.
Supple strong arms cradle me from harm
Salty tears they slowly fall, to flood
cracking gradually sadness that long clog
Heaven reveal to my eyes your charm
behold thee not by a necklace of glitter
but a love so peaceful and oh so tender
that 'til this life is through I'll remember
no longer do I want ever be shut!
as all these infuse in me reasons to smile
and again take a look at yellow horizons
with it's curly shaped clouds white and some blue
Heaven is revealed to my eyes by the presence of you!
Evergreen leaves so lush cluster among trees
Daisies, magnolias, orchids they paint a beauty
Ocean blue touch the sea's face of purity
Heaven through my eyes displayed for free!
Beyond this life, beyond this whole wide world--
do you believe a place called heaven up there?
If you do, won't you tell me a clue to exactly know where
and what to do for so long, so long there I like to curl?
©J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo
01:00 pm, December 26, 2014
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015
In that glistening azure pond
I had a favorite
A quacker kind of
Recognizable by the
Atop her bobbing head
She swam aloof from
And refused all bread
Thrown her way
Even the finest bits
Collected from week old
Leftovers from the
Down the road
The one managed by a
Kick boxer from the Bronx
The one that
Refused entry to
But kindly gave me
All the crusty crumbs I
And I am not embarrassed
Not so macho
I loved that duck
In ways I can never
But let me try
To put my affection
Just this once:
Tawnablu, my pretty Canard
Quacking so hard
I want to ride your back
Down a stream
Tawnablu, my epic Canard
Quacking so hard
Take me, wild beauty
All the way to
Copyright © Catman Cohen | Year Posted 2012
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
Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013
Shining brook glides over smooth rock, Sun shines and sparkles appear I am me and the wilderness is we so show no fear Towering trees above our heads shelter us from the tearful sky Days go on weeks pass by Such beauty and splendor do I feel high Golden green grass on the country side, smell of fresh morning dew surrounds my mind Warmth and happiness in this I find God's creatures great and small vanish as the sun does fall Glowing luminous man in the moon Show us the way be it too soon Leaving this heaven only to return to the city But my mind so clear will forever remember you, oh so pretty~~~~~~~~
Copyright © Catherine Trout | Year Posted 2014
Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
Above a frozen ocean
A small plane quivers
Copyright © Jim Wilson | Year Posted 2009
Worldly concerns gone
Sanguine spirits escalate-
We all laugh as one
1st place in the "HEAVENLY HAIKU" contest by Sweetheart
Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2010
And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth
I stand among the reeds in the basin
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013
People dream of their own heaven
Where happiness dwells and time suspends
No more tears or life barren
Where difference always mends
With nature so calm and beauty surrounds.
In this remote terrain of dreary sand
Distanced from my dream at hand
I dwell in the nostalgic past and moan!
Alas! how can I make you understand
The heaven that is my motherland grown!!!
© Nadiya (20 Jan '15)
*Won 3rd place on 4 Feb 2015 in the contest 'Dizzain Me' by Dr. Ram Mehta
Copyright © poesy relish | Year Posted 2015
Arouse the morning
Light filters on jade waters
With icy sea stones
Lapping sounds caress
God’s beauty for soothing sound
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2010
upon the black velvet
heaven awaits the explorer
Copyright © Frank Polgar | Year Posted 2013
Heaven on Earth
The place we go to
in our dreams are amazing.
The place we see
created by our maker
is breath taking.
Heaven on earth and more.
All we have to do
is open our eyes
& take it all in.
Copyright © Asheka Collins | Year Posted 2012
She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror
Copyright © Bill Kim | Year Posted 2013
Humbled I am by all this glory that I see.
Such gifts are wrought with every flower-every tree.
Across the way those hills seclude so many creatures.
Far as one can gaze such wealth of nature's features.
Greenery and color shared create such bliss.
Tapestry of peace and joy- nothing's amiss.
Longing for the hills when I have gone away.
Captured thus I never want again to stray.
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2014
I sit alone in a grassfield,
Coping up the stressful life.
I watch the big fireball,
gently swallowed by the sea.
Until the clouds fade its glance.
Then in a sudden glimpse,
My whole world turned to grey.
Looking up, I start to see musings.
The fair sky became a wide mystic land.
I see the hands of an artist painting his canvass,
A perfect scene from up above.
I feel like floating in cloud nine.
Witnessing the beauty of a night sky.
The twinkling stars and galaxies.
The moon shading her majesty.
The planets shining from afar.
An evidence of the most powerful hands,
Remind us that we're just dust in the wind.
Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014
A perfect evening sky full of stars and
a bright, translucent crescent moon.
Hung like a blanket over the tree
filled mountain tops, bursting
The hillside is silently lazy with the
cast of yellow foliage smiling at
the glare of a perfect night.
Small embers sift through the windows
adorned with flickering light.
A quite little town sits in the valley
below. Everyone at home, near the
Welcoming all the people,
in the distance a church tower is standing tall.
A cross atop it's steeple,
the warm feeling of come one, come all.
I am here on a blanket, kneeling on my knees,
watching the spruce trees as tall as the sky,
swaying in the peaceful, light breeze.
What a beautiful sight as I stare at the heavens
above. A wonderfully lit night,
painted by the angels with love.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2015