To rest awhile
In my Moondust’s arms
In a meadow of flowers
A shady tree
Watching her smile
I wove star flowers
In to her hair
She wove me into her heart
Never such love, so rare
In a meadow of flowers
We talked and sang
Until the sun set low
Fires lit, in reds and golds
Of loves’ glow
In blue wool
and silver stars
Amongst its’ folds
The first bird called to me
I looked up
Saw the first morning star
Across the meadow
Above the trees
The early light
Caught the flash
Of the birds’ wing in flight
I woke my Moondust
Across the meadow
Is the way
The bird showed me
In its’ flight
Guiding us today
We walked through
The flowers of the meadow
Moondusts’ horse followed behind
In that early sunglow
The rush of water could be heard from afar
The meadow ended too soon
The stream could be soon
The Bridge of the Morning Star
Of ancient oak tree
Carved with magical hands
Its’ trusses carved with birds
On each rail, silver stars were inlaid
A beautiful canopy of redwood
Completed this crossing
Carved on it, ancient words
“The Morning Star”
of The Morning Star
As soon as the sun rose
Like The Morning Star
The bridge faded too
In the coming of daylight
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2009
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
PRINCE OF SWEET SONGS
"Prince of sweet songs made out of tears and fire......" ( A Ballad of François Villon:Envoi-A.C. SWINBURNE)
The prince showed up in the terrace
Looked skyward a bird falling down a shooting star
The prince called his lyricist and a hangman
Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014
It's a beggar's repentance...
Two swans dance
between the mist and
A sapphire oblivion
rages from the moon.
...with a pocket
full of apologies.
Copyright © red barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015
star magnolia's bright
blooms against February's cold...
robin hops in yard
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2016
I did not plan,
To meet and fall,
In Love with You!
It Just Happened!
As some things do.
What can I say?
I do not regret,
nor will I fret,
I kind of know.
I guess that you,
don't feel the way I do.
I will always love you.
No matter what.
You do or say.
I can not help it.
Nor would I.
I will just view You.
like gazing at,
And pray and wait,
that you are.
Copyright © gary dye | Year Posted 2014
The sunrises like the aurora borealis this morning
With the morning star still glowing brightly
Crickets calling for their mates to come
Noise of man already begun
The air is cool with a crispness
Inviting one to stay on the porch
Taking in all God's awaking of the earth
A few whispy ink black clouds grace the sky
Breathing deeply enjoying the oxygen supplied
My body by God who created the earth
Birds begin to sing God's praises
One lone bird flying high in the darkness
He is just a shadow flying by
To grace my morning on the porch
He must be the early bird that gets the worm
There is a stillness but yet a can feel the air move
As the sun comes slowly up the morning star fades
Gradually disappearing from sight
Yet it is still there its brillance hidden by the sun
Each tree shadow takes on a different shape
The colors in the sky constantly changes
Just like our lives, no matter how well planned
Life happens and changes occur for good or bad
With mountain top experiences or down in the valley
God is always there but sometimes
We walk off and leave him
He weeps as we turn our back to go
Thank you God for this time
My time on the porch
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
I am vowed by the long tail of the bright falling star,
delighted by the notes of my guitar;
Its sheer brightness,
reveals the Heavens,
it resembles fireflies flickering in the night's vastness.
I begin to dream under the shimmering firmament,
and with closed eyelids, I start to count;
I seem lost into the blue,
images come into view,
then the night covers me with sparkling dew.
I put aside every doubt and enter the atmosphere,
such a mystic place of enlightenment to share;
all creation done by His hand to be forever praised.
I am vowed by the adventurous flight of a beautiful lark,
admiring the loveliness of the night so calm and dark;
his wings flutter,
he goes far,
in this wilderness he moves freely owning sky and air.
Can we learn the lark's melody
and sing it to the Almighty?
Inspired by Mystic Rose's poem,
" Stars Are Our Link to The Great Beyond And God Himself. "
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
I splendidly shoot past you with a sigh
as a flaming fiery streak in the sky
like the clear glistening crystals of burning ice
I see your heavenly dream of souls renewed
then sparkle brighter as I slowly exude
Your small request
will soon be met at my behest
I seize your thoughts and hold them tight
it is an amalgam of genius and light
at the wonder of God's creations beautifully synced
I splendidly fly past you in the night
as a fluttering bird in great delight
to stand out exceptionally in the throng
If only I could sing along
Like you for God all my lifelong!
April 10, 2016
(posted on 11th April, 2016)
Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2016