Rough winds blowing
Washing wild waves ashore
Scattering about seashells
It always makes me want more
Shield Love - Quatrain - A Collaboration
Embrace me In your soft tender arms.
Holding close within meek tenderness.
In close embrace I feel your soft charms,
I await the touch of your caress.
Shield me from life's hate,
On my knees Love's dying.
Do not hesitate,
From soft eyes tears crying.
Love's fights to survive,
As Love bleeds passion of forever.
Love must ever thrive
Let us now share our Love together.
Really all one desires now,
Knowing Loving you.
An essence of Love allow,
My heart ever true.
Queen of endless pleasure,
Holding you to the end.
My ultimate treasure,
Stay Lover and stay Friend.
In a flash of light,
As long as this world keeps on spinning.
You light up my night,
When sights of Love to my eyes dimming.
All I ask of you we stay strong,
Always sleeps one dream of endless beauty.
Ever In your light I belong,
To be within your heart Is my Love's duty.
Sings In your heart Love,
The song of Love's divinity.
We dwell high above,
In Love ever entwining.
A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.
Amidst this greenery and purple heather
Azure blue skies grace our naked souls
Beneath the Cullins on the Isle of Skye
Two in love sharing adventurous goals
On our tartan blanket facing each other
Noses in touch sharing kisses aplenty
Rapid they are in teasingly smother
Tongues now fence, complimentary
Wandering hands on porcelain skin
Gracing, caressing, she sighs as I do
Arching her back, her breasts in rise
Pert to the air, this soon to join two
Slowly in kissing crawl, to her lips I
Caressing undulations, blushing she
Our eyes meet, for they tell no lies
In loving clasp she welcomes me
Rhythmic we are in this rustic place
Seismic groans of wonderment cry
Skin to skin of loving abrasions
Two fused astride my manly thighs
Gyrating hips in sensuous grind
Internal flows await their desire
Passionate kisses now frenzied
Fusion of two in wanting transpire
Just a circle in the dark, paved roadway
A halo of light in a blackened world
Just a ray of sunlight in a forest of shadows
Pointing straight while others have curled
Moving on, and searching the horizon
Just a lighthouse on a stormy night
A beacon to the shops in the harbor
So consumed with pure terror and fright
Sunlight to the clouds in the sky
A rose in a hackle of thorns
Just a circle of light in the darkness
One in white among millions who mourn
You shine to all those who surround you
Don’t blow our for the need is dire
And with your light, you lead the way
You have the power to change and inspire
ENLIGHTENMENT, HOPE, AND HARMONY
Between The Kisses And Distances
What is that shape now taking place out there?
If distance could have a name it would be passion
A hunger for my love as she draws near
Eye candy on the wind is fashioned
Distances grow remote, in a faraway place
Filled with emptiness and the unknown
I’m fevered, with anxiety, until I see her face
Until she is here with me and safe at home
I study every step my precious love makes
Coming from the distance brings her closer still
A small figure against what a vast landscape takes
Hair flowing out along the cliffs and hills
Between the kisses and distances mysteries are born
Like magic she appears with glowing face and smiles
Our love will keep us fireplace warm
To savor Valentine embraces and kisses along the miles
Created on 1/21/15 for Mystic Rose’s – “Magic Kisses And Valentine Wishes” – Poetry contest
Forty years of married life, the couple set out to celebrate
Fine dining beautiful wine, and a waltz with stumbling gait
Turning to her husband she demands for him to remember details
Quickly he answers, “Yes darling, your beautiful dress, my hat and tails.”
He walked beside her hand in hand she notices a tear drop that falls
Thinking he’s sentimental she demands to know what he does recall
Sighing wistfully looking at the stars he tells her, it was before they did wed
Your father had a shotgun, he said if I didn’t turn up I'd wish I was dead.
“Why do you remember that, is there nothing more romantic you can say?”
The virago of a wife demands more memories of the wedding day…
The husband sighs “He said he would send me to jail for forty years at the very least“
I just had a thought, if I hadn’t married you, tomorrow would be my day of release……
Entry for Laughter The Best Medicine sponsored by Vie
I love how you love me
In all you do and say…
Your love language I read
The words in sweet array
I love how you see me
Beauty flows from your eyes
The light does anoint me
It declares I’m your prize
I love how you praise me
A goddess in your mind
You let me rule supreme
Your heart to me is signed
I love how you touch me
Your hands awaken dreams
Everything falls away
And heaven nearer seams
I love how you kiss me
Your lips, travelers fine
They leave no virgin site
Every visit a shrine
I love how you taste me
You relish the refined
I flavor my body
For you, nothing confined
I love how you feed me
Satiate me with treats
I never go hungry
You reward me with sweets
I love how you take me
How you tenderly please
You hold back your fire
Till I beg for release
I love how you want me
Like the desert craves rain
You wait for the deluge
As I course through each vein
I love and adore you
For your delightful ways
My sweet essence of life
Take me through all my days
Eileen Manassian Ghali
We waved goodbye to the summer skies
As we walked below the last canopies of green
Our memories in awe at mother natures blooms
Appreciative as we witnessed her scene
Fading colourful spectrum's shared many a bed
Butterflies and insects buzz out another year
Yesterdays scents captured in our minds
Her beauty simply amazes, even brings a few tears
The winds through the trees whistle mournful tunes
Whilst the weakened leaves start their spiralling fall
We walk as they drift on the Autumn breeze
To watch their demise leaves an eerie enthral
The evening descends absorbing the light of the day
Giant cathedrals of brown change to an ebony black
Invisible sounds resonate amongst shadows of dark
This seasonal change shows no lack
Hand in hand we have walked through this beautiful park
Stopping and staring at the most beautiful of views
We head back home contemplating tomorrows writes
My girl and I sharing natures inspirational muse
Everyone knows our dear Charmaine
From the Mediterranean Isle of Malta
A beautiful lady so loving and gentle
My admiration for her never falters
Charming and sweet are a couple of words
Describing this dear loving soul
I hold my breath till her name appears
Since this ageing heart she stole
Others on the site are sweethearts too
Can't possibly mention them all
But this is all about Charmaine Chircop
That dear sweet Maltese doll
Since the day Charmaine came into my life
The sun has never stopped shining
She fills each day with such joy and kindness
Forever on her love, I'm dining
© Jack Ellison 2014
The dandelion sat along on the hill
watching the rose's play.
He asked to join the fun and games;
is it all right if I stay?
The rose's said, you can not play,
for you are not one of us.
Go back to your hill to your grassy clump,
and don't you make a fuss.
For we are tall with our beautiful stems
and nicely shaped leaves.
Our petals are grand,
the best in the land,
so stay away you weed.
A beautiful flower, tall and grand,
you are, the dandelion sighed.
Your petals are grand, the best in the land,
but i'd rather be pretty inside.
For the rose's and their beauty so grand,
will fade and wither with time,
but the dandelion's beauty within,
is one thing that will never die.
Amongst the oaks and the maples and shrubbery so green
Runs a translucent flow, a stream so pristine
It's meandering contours hugging the land
Takes me back to the day, we met unplanned
The sky was pale blue on this hot summers day
Cotton wool clouds in mesmerising display
It's as if you could reach out and brush with your hand
This candy floss coating ceiling our land
Many meadows I walked through capturing the sounds
Listening to her marvels in cinema surround
Technicolour rainbows so radiant to the eye
Such beauty in nature, understandably why
I reach the turn-style that leads to the forest walk
Listening to the breeze through the trees as if they talk
These pillars of stature, as old as grandfathers years
Many stories they could tell, that would bring you to many tears
As I stroll through the leafy lanes, mapped out over many years
Trampled underfoot by it's inhabitants, badgers and beautiful red deer
I now reach the stream as I follow it's meandering flow
To a pool at it's end where past maidens bathed in glow
My ears now pick up sounds of singing and a splashing
Resonating from the pool, a glimpse of pink now flashing
A lady stands before me, bathing in the stream
Scarlet clothing in sporadic lay, am I in some kind of dream
I call out to this beauty as she turns and looks at me
Towards the bank she walks, and invites me in with she
Knee deep in crystal waters our bodies close in touch
My clothing now drifts away, the two of us in clutch
Into our eyes we both now look as blood flows through my veins
Her touch is soft and gentle, my hands now stroke her mane
Deeper we edge out as she floats and hugs my waist
The two of us in join in this beautiful serene quiet place
Our emotion creates commotion as our undulations reach the shore
Ripples of joy they are as underwater hands explore
The coldness incites a reaction, in pert and firm caress
In delightful blend we release, two souls in loving press
Kissing we reach the bank, on her summer dress we lie
Sighing in breathless spoon, we stare at the green canopy sky
Many, many hours have passed, lying naked below the peeking sun
This is the day I met my scarlet woman, the day our lives began
The fear of her looks
Became thorns in her side
Her images were shattered
Because the mirrors decide
This beautiful girl
Who sees a different face
She hears the world laughing
No matter where she is in place
In her bedroom at home
She faces her demons alone
Unknown to her family
For years she has roamed
In her dreams one night
She receives her wish
Surrounded by mirrors
She cuts her wrists
Because the fear of her looks
Had penetrated so deep inside
This beautiful girl
Who now, no longer resides
Through my living room window
I see the most beautiful glen
With granites of grey
Towering up to a Ben
Greened spreads of heather
Purples and white
Amidst an ocean of green
A most wonderful sight
Carpet the glens sides
Whilst a sparkling river
Centers the great divide
I look to the skies
As they turn battleship grey
An impending storm
Is heading my way
It looks like the glen
Is in for one hell of a night
The last storm we had
Was an explosive delight
Fork lightening, thunder
Obscured by clouds
One follows the other
Arcing out loud
I await the winds
And the vertical rains
Lashing with force
Against my cottage panes
Suddenly, theres a massive roar
More powerful than i have heard before
A sheet of lightening lit up the sky
Capturing the Ben of granite high
This man of old, caught in silhouette
Standing guard over his beautiful glen
This icon, this keeper of the Saltire Blue
Stands tall and proud like Highland men
Hours pass as i look on in awe
From my cottage window through the rain laiden panes
The power of nature in many scenes
Drums and a light show washed down with champagne
Tough and hardy, this bushy shrub;
Roadside decor in blazing sun,
Flowers pretty enough no doubt
In sure rigour bear heatwave run.
Blazing colours in crystal tints:
Orange and red, purple and pink;
Range of flavours, violet-white hints;
Touch unafraid such tensile links.
Flowery bursts in hot weather,
Sparkle and shine, blooming clusters;
Tough with dry thirst in warm splendour,
Outlook feels fine in sheer wonder.
Hot evergreen with thorny hedge,
Sparkling colours that look so good;
Nature now seen on dusty edge,
Arid odours as harsh drought broods.
Unnoticed show that bears hot heat,
Blooming in hues that gathers lots;
Bear fast or slow as time retreats,
Flowers that cue in sun drenched plots.
Bourgainvillea vines in the sun
Tell a story of survival;
See joy appear in sparkling run,
Flowers breezy in recital.
14 Apr 2014
Struggles and success,
Sufferings and happiness,
Dreams and Goals building to life;
Like colours of the rainbow making light.
A blessed day for you my dear readers :) Cheer Up, God bless
Life can be such a fragile thing.
There is nothing that is for sure
When you think its figured out
Circumstance has no certain cure
It changes in a matter of seconds
Sometimes change is in the cards
As life teeter-totters up and down
Being the fulcrum can be very hard
As we plan ahead we look behind
Using our memories from the past
Just as every dream has a scheme
Every single play must have a cast
As you choose your teams players
Learn to choose them very wise
Many people you cross in this life
Are illusions based solely on lies?
I was once that type of person
Wizard came before my name
My universe was in my flask
I was a master of the game
Honesty has no boundaries
It is never best for us to lie
If we do these words are true
Something up inside of us dies
Life and death is but a breath
Only a second rest in-between
Through honesty I have found
Lies destroy any type of dream
So as you build up your life
Let truth be your foundation
In the end, you my dear friend
Will be such a beautiful creation
I’ve placed it in the most visible place
This old photo of black and white
Taken in 1943, the edges worn and frayed
Papa, Mama, Winnie, eyes bright
Though one by one they’ve all gone
They’ve left legacies of love, faith
And the sweet memories linger on
This beautiful photo transmits
When I look at their eyes
Warmth and gentleness residing
Dressed in their best, wearing subtle smiles
Beauty is captured, surviving!
Inspired by a beautiful photo of my parents and eldest sister...R.I.P.
My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.
It's another North Carolina morning,
Just before I see the sun rise.
To lighter blue the sky is turning,
And nature wakes opening her eyes.
©2013 Honestly JT
We will cherish these moments
Because they are few,
But please always remember
I will always love you.
I was scared oh so scared
Seeing my baby that way
Her tiny little body
Was all purple and grey
My heart feared the worst
I thought she was gone
Down a dark corridor
My mind had been drawn
My heart became joyful
When the doctor touched her feet
A crying pink angel
This proud papa would meet
I waited to hold her
A truly special day
The cutest thing ever
What else can I say
Moments become years
Special memories are made
Ones that are important
In my heart I've replayed
Like watching musicals
Nick naming her, Gal Sal
My Christina would giggle
Her daddy's little pal
Her happy disposition
Would always make me smile
I treasured each moment
Saved them in a mental file
Like learning to ride a bike
Needing to do it alone
I loved the look of triumph
When she did it on her own
My little daughter growing
Still daddy's little girl
Her my special angel
A treasure and a pearl
My spirits had been low
She went with me on a walk
I felt so much better
Christina let me talk
She had become a woman
Sensitive, wise and kind
Within her heart a treasure
My answer I would find
Cruising down a river
In China mile by mile
Wishing for forever
Yet it passed in just a while
Still I can remember
I really saw her that day
Travelling on her own path
She had found her special way
Now today on her Wedding
I could not be more proud
There's special in her quiet
She is strong although not loud
I entrust her to Michael
My most precious gift
On the strong wings of prayer
Together may God lift
I wrote this poem using My wife Mary's, brother inlaw's memories.
Today July 26th, 2014 is his daughter's wedding day. May God bless
Christina and Mike's union.
I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."
Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!
I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.
I stood on top the leaning tower of Pisa
And watched as the tourists walked by.
I felt just a little bit closer to heaven
When surrounded by her bells in the sky.
I visited Rome in the springtime,
With its colorful flowers galore.
Seeing Saint Peters sparkle in sunlight,
You couldn't ask for much more.
I have ventured down and around
A narrow cobblestone street,
And marveled at ruins near the edge of the city
Where the old and new come to meet.
While viewing the beautiful fountain of Trevi
And watching as young lovers kissed,
I could feel the cool breezes blowing
As the fountain caressed my face with its mist.
I remember the wonder of Michelangelo's David
And the pigeons that flocked to his arms.
How proudly he stands in the city of Florence
With her glorious art that defines her charms.
Beautiful Italy, where rolling hills of
Vineyards produce the finest wine,
And its grapes so plump and juicy
Can withstand the test of time.
In Venice, the city of romance,
Where lights in the evening dance on the sea;
Where all of one's cares seem to vanish,
And all of your worries will flee.
Oh beautiful Italy,
Where lover’s dreams come true.
A land of love and romance
Where I fell in love with you.
Italy - for "Somewhere Over the Rainbow Contest" by Debbie Guzzi
Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!
It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.
Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.
No matter what you're going through
It only lasts a while
Only one thing lasts forever
That's your beautiful smile
THE DARK CLOUDS
The dark clouds are
The farmer is
He is busy sowing
And will wait and
The dark clouds are forming
Little rose is happy
To dance out in pouring
Dancing is her hobby.
The dark clouds are
The pilot is afraid
The hostess alarming
Passengers are dismayed.
The dark clouds are
The homeless are worried
For the place of
To avoid getting wet.
Oh!you earthly dark clouds
You bring joy and
Though you are the same clouds
We think of our needs.
24 april 2013