Person of colour is coherently germane,
He is never insane.
Some things about this person of colour may seem strange,
He is simple and he is yet to engage.
This person of colour loves the critics,
It is from them, he ticks.
This person of colour is natural,
And so, he is not a trial.
This person of colour loves to exchange
Ideas beyond his range.
This person of colour loves keyboard,
Tis with this he comes on board.
This person of colour is a charcoal- a black beauty.
This person of colour is me.
~Moon & Sea~
Hey boy won't you open that door?
Let's sing and walk by the shore
Come and spread out your eyes
Block looking for reasons, and whys?
The cosmos are more than a space to explore
Don't hide when I need.... Plus more.
Finish playing a master in disguise!
Lets find the perfect sunrise, sunset surprise.
Put your arms around me
Allow your moon to reflect off my sea
Too much time has passed you by
Come outside with and view the horizon up high
I've got my eyes set upon you
There's no need to feel blue
Hey boy comes, climb up this tree!
I'm going to show you all the things you can't touch, you can't see.
Lets fit the luxury and beauty of this world into our play.
Don't say them words that will set me free to walk away.
Take this kiss and see how it feel deep within your heart.
Close your eyes in my garden, and draw with the fragrance of art
I want to take you into that space, astronomy love.
Making it easy to float with the clouds way up above.
Glide away from the blame of gravity and self destruct.
Bounce of the dust of hurt when you fall and get cut.
Boy, let's hold in this perfect air together.
Leave the cold end of someone else's weather.
Follow me beyond the distance of chemistry.
I will expose your moon and explain the physics of my sea.
Give it another chance and you will see!
Your moon, is skin deep, needing water from me.
Turn on the tune in your heart, and listen to me.
In every sunrise, the moon entwines with the sea.
Here are butterflies who skip
Dull steps of metamorphosis
No isolation in coocoons
No gorging grubs like fat balloons
Pure genesis on snow kissed flowers
Comes with no imperiled hours
Their slow, eternal life begun
Beneath a pink pearlescent sun
Reflecting tints from rainbows born
With pastel lights of endless dawn
Transcend through fabled time and myth
To form the rings of Saturn's mist.
I wonder how things work, up there in the promised land,
I am willing to bet that your party there this year will be Grand.
Maybe there are other angel's tying up balloons and lighting chandeliers,
The love up there is more fullfiling then any we can find down here.
I bet you can dance now, and stand and walk all on your own.
I bet you sing amazingly, and you never have to sing alone.
I bet you have great discussions about all of us you left behind,
I just wanted to let you know, we are all going to be just fine.
See we are more blessed than most others ever get to be,
they wouldn't understand unless they felt love like you gave to me.
so Beautiful, so sweet, you were and are perfect in every way.
and I just wanted to say I miss you, and Happy Birthday!
Don't worry about us down here, you just enjoy your big day.
because, "I'm turning 21 with Jesus" is something we can only dream to say.
our tears aren't from sadness babygirl, this I hope you know.
It's just it's hard for us all to have a love so sincere and then have to let it go.
But, you go on back to your party and dance with your grandpa once for me.
and just know that I am happy for you, these tears,.... well sissy they are for me.
I love you bunches babygirl, there isn't anything I wouldn't give for another chance,
to just swoop you up into my arms, and have another dance.
I know I can't just yet but, please know I honor the memory,
of those days I was dancing with the Angel the good Lord sent to me,
I know that time has passed now, what was loaned must be sent home.
Just it's hard on your Birthday.... for us not to feel a little alone.
All Rights Reserved
SATURN - GOD’S FAVORITE
This floating sovereign rules her black see *
Like an Inquisition bishop - perfect : accepts no plea
No argument no competition,
Watching me watching her in adoration,
Her cold unblinking eye
Reigning the black and silent sky.
Saturn, Goddess of bountiful harvests, of you alone
Unreachable, O favorite of the Lord, in brilliant isolation,
Of beauty pristine and colder than ice,
Is it said * that God doesn’t play dice,
But His spinning gyroscope globe He enjoys :
God’s spinning top - the best of toys.
O bisque queen, gem with halo rings,
Like a dove with wide-spread wings,
Hover like the Holy Spirit, float on the inky blackness,
Send me a message to fill my darkness.
Long in the ether your far-light lingers on high
Before it is allowed to reach my eye;
O Majesty remote cold and beautiful,
Send me the vision of heavenly beauty bountiful.
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Beauty turns me on.
Anyone who has seen the planet Saturn even in a small
telescope cannot fail to be awed by the beauty of the planet.
* A "see" is the territory ruled by a bishop
* The saying “God does not play dice” is accredited to Albert Einstein,
when explaining the workings of the universe.
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Virgin snow sparkles in the darkest hour
as stardust dances with celestial power.
Silently it rains upon mother earth
giving witness to such an idyllic birth.
A fawn and doe now break the glaze
like tiny spoons upon crème brulees.
Below Polaris they prance and snort,
for they seem to know the time is short.
For such a night is a rare event,
as blue light above is heaven sent.
Wondrous luminescent tranquility
trumps any earthly poet’s ability.
Now the first rays pierce the frigid night
and Orion’s bow soon fades to light.
White carpet dulls now without the luster
of a nocturnal painter, the starlight duster.
James Nichols 12/29/12
I stare in the mirror, my tears fall in vain
Can’t see my reflection through the veil of this pain.
Who is this person I struggle to see?
I don’t want to judge her but it’s surely not me.
This stranger I cast looks so tired and weak,
I wish I could help her but I’m frightened to speak.
Cause it’s dark and lonely in this shell where I’m bound
Where once there was laughter, is now void of sound.
and the beauty I knew in just yesterday’s time,
seems gone in an an instant with life’s rythym and rhyme…..
Then GOD he spoke child…What do you mean?
You’re more beautiful than anything that I’ve ever seen!
The reflection you cast it don’t matter to me,
What matters is that you can see what I see.
That your spirit is filled with a breath that is true.
And a beauty so deep that this world can’t undo.
I know that your journey seems to heavy to bear.
But I’ve given you family that love and who care.
So hold on tight through the dips and the turns,
For the ones who believe are the precious who learns.
And wether your journey is to stay here or go,
Please know I love you so much more than you know.
I wish I could tell you the beauty that awaits…
But you will know only, when you see heavens gates.
Furry little caterpillar in
your coat of black and brown
It's so very hard to tell
if you are up or down
From your lofty branch
you fall onto a leaf below
Only to decide again
that's not the way to go
you are so steadfast
in your flight
I have such sympathy
for your plight
As you inch about to and fro
I wonder why I love you so
Then as the miracle
of life's performed
With golden wings
you are transformed
Your former self left stiffly dried,
no more a furry coat inside
Now as you glide on currents high
I need not wonder ,why I sigh...
Tis you I love, my Butterfly!
Author Mary Thompson
Light is the Most Damning of Natures Creations,
It Masks Beauty Whereas Darkness Perpetuates it.
- The Stars They Shine,
But The Night is Black -
This Space Was Destined To Be Understood By
The Ticking Minds of Sober Gentlemen.
- Not A Drunken Irish Boy -
- Ceaselessly Inspired by Its Beauty -
The Strings Cast The Vibration Through The Skin,
And the Mind Frees Itself With Anticipation
- I Have No Reason To Believe -
- That This World Was Built Upon Love -
The Foundations Beneath Us Quake and Sway, But,
We Choose To Live Above Those Rotten Fathoms.
- Ignoring The Ever Present
Corruption of Togetherness -
This Earth Spins on Its Broken Axis, Onto a Stage of
....I Wish I Was Just Visiting,
But This is My Home...
Finally I've made it to paradise, surrounded by the sea
Tranquil blues in shadow, are what it's peripherals be
White buildings reflect the sun, an image I'll never forget
To watch our sun disappear, the most beautiful of sunsets
Whilst the night comes down, such beauty continues to be
My eyes now in capture, to the sight that confronts me
She stands in proud like stance, a lady unknown to thee
Tanned, so beautiful I witness, impressed my eyes do see
Torso shaped with black, white lace adorns it's low
It's the she that wears it's colours, that makes it's beauty flow
Hair of dark curls hang, like the "Gardens of Babylon"
Flavours of life emanate, my heart appears in throng
As I sit here in La Ola, on paradise by the sea
It's where I witnessed that girl in the dress, captured, I am thee
Beauty can be rated by so many things
Like the noise birds make as they sing
Beauty is a flower growing from a seed
It also is a baby tender with its needs
If a person takes time to look around
So much beauty on earth to be found
Beauty is a mountain covered with snow
Or a fire light with its entrancing glow
One thing in life that I have come to know
No beauty is as beautiful as that of the soul
Reposted to enter the Deborah's
"The Beauty Way Contest"
Alluring elegance of Simla, the queen of hills,
Morning pleasant breeze, at night gives chills !
Snow clad mountains, silvery charming shine,
Tall Deodar trees , dense forest , also few Pine,
Aromatic flowers garnish nature's platter, vividly grow,
Rivers run smooth , at times exhibit a turbulent flow !
Soulful scenic marvel, must artistry come alive,
No artist or poet here can ever fail to thrive,
Green valley on one side, hilly serpentine road,
As summer sun peaks, it is my heavenly abode !
Written on 13/6/14
Contest- Hills are alive with poetry
Sponsor- Scott thirty seven
* Simla is the capital of state Himachal Pradesh ( Devbhumi Himachal meaning thereby Land of Gods ) in India.
Now for Andrea's contest- let's get technical
Soup ladies fine like wine
Poetry sweet a__ rhymes
Nature's, anesthetizing beauty held
tightly in escrow
'Til on tendered form its heavenly
charm can bestow
Fair maiden strides through
In her lovely essence, the enchanted
flora doth wallow
Overhead, azure canvas paints a
Her satin cheeks radiant in Helios's
Beneath, green clover spreads its
Her dainty feet tenderly the svelte
Lilac strands their fragrant
As her ebony locks in soothing
White, silken lillies fringe the
Roon paps gild voluptuous, damsel's,
Twirling dandelions their feathery
Maiden's silted bosom takes a
respite under fawning willow
Creamy buttercups in the noonday
heat their hearth's mellow
In their steamy shadow, frothy
maiden spreads her umbrella
Why; Hello Colin good morning mate
Son, there is no accent in hands of fate
Throw out the tea and chug the beer
Then I bet you find a keg in ere
Everything is a riddle once it is spoke
The tag is from you to me and then some other folk
But who should I choose, I’m here to say
So many beautiful feathers float by my way
Once while I was taking a path from here to there
When I noticed beauty beyond compare
She made me smile and she made me think
Looking at her was like taking a drink
She made me feel good and forget all the rest
I reckon that is a true poets test
The only thing I really did know
What a wonderful beautiful soul
My only complaint of her poetry was the last line
For I was hoping to have just a little more time
Talk of someone who needs no adorning
She plays a huge role in the global warming
For she has a beauty that could melt Glacier Ice
I guess everything wants to see beauty so beautifully nice
So who is the beautiful Angel that I’m speaking of?
Tag Christie Moses your it my love
Colin if I failed I apologize my head feels like it is in a vice
this morning but I wanted to respond. I will keep this poem
and then on a better day I will write a reply to you also. I
feel better guys & gals 0r guy gals & gal guys - One just
never knows anymore. At any rate God Bless you all, mj
Physics of the moon
I feel the lunar ecstasy in your heart
Connecting our vibes from over 1500 miles apart
With every swing of my mood ring, my sensational heart will sing
An out of this world phenomenon tune, "you are my everything!"
Absorbing every phase the moon goes threw
Sending energy between me and you
When our eyes meet on the darkest side of the moon
Your body mass rotates like a cyclone hitting my land like a typhoon
Like the gravity that bonds the earth and moon together
Our souls will collide with a massive force of forever
The image of you appears at all times like a moon cycle
Like a cascade running all around my mind, like a halo circle
Our love and vision orbits through every star
Giving us light no matter how near or far
The stars throb around the moon like a secret signal in the night
While you inhale my energy that exceeds into the morning light
Like a rainbow that enters and vanishes into the twilight of our sky
Our first kiss under the moon beam will twist our tongues into a tie
A sweet magnetic shadow will remain under the half moon
Sweeping our love above the clouds to float like a balloon
Holding a reflection with the moon's tide
Our journey continued, side by side
Emerging our love to find its way soon
Like a love mirage with the physics of the moon
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
A heritage no man can sell,
a history no man can tell;
so much we share in Jesus' band,
nothing to fear, in storms we stand.
To lordly things we are kindred,
mansions of gold, pure and sacred;
to endless beam, to saintly streams,
to heaven's gaze and holy hymns.
Our dreams are shaped eternaly
by faith and love in God's alley;
no baser thought our spirit fills,
as we approach heavenly hills.
We who are born of Christ Jesus,
Hallelujah is our chorus;
pilgrims we are, on earth we roam,
yet pressing on to our glorious home.
We lovers kissed as storm clouds rose and darkened early day,
Reunited again we held each other as storm winds made us sway.
Whispered winds swirled about as we lover’s sheltered true,
Softly caressing our bodies and blowing away the morning dew.
Slowly naked we did unpeel and pressed together in passions fire,
Kissing sweet and moving slow as lovers sing in personal choir.
Rain winds lap the cabin doors as if to condemn, defile, deplore,
As passion builds and cries aloud the storm outside rages more.
Beaded skins moved as one where words of love entwined our soul,
Enraging the storm it shook the world, two lovers lost within their role.
Gasped and teared, we clung to each other, till our bodies shake to rest.
The storms anger rages through and puts the cabins timbers to its test.
She leaves my side to meet the storm, naked, trembling, but with classic poise,
Opens the door and steps to meet the raging storm and its terrible noise.
It whips her body she cries aloud, claws her flesh and tugs her hair,
Yet stops as sudden and starts to cry its rain tears splash her skin so fair.
It gasps for breath at her beauty tall and brushes the hair from her eyes,
And leaves the world in silence now, except for its heart broken sighs.
Seosamh de Burca................. © 26th April 2013
Entered into Softly sensual contest
I am a red red rose
A beauty to behold
My texture captivates
My scent invigorates
Petals, a velvet red
Coverings for your bed
Leaves an emerald garb
That hide the hidden barb
Though thorns be on my stem
Touch me, ignoring them
Please, handle me with care
Dethorned, my beauty bare
I am a red red rose
Your passion for me grows
Rose water from me drips *
And wets your precious lips
I beautify your soul
My presence makes you whole
I am a red red rose
Eileen Manassian Ghali
PS...A different take on Robert Burns famous Poem, A Red Red Rose.
*By the way, rose water is used in many desserts in Lebanon. One of my favorites, Mouhalabieh, a white custard that is topped with syrup and pistachios, contains rose water. Yummy....Let your mind run riot with that one! :)
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.
In Sixty nine, I was eight years old
With no idea, how life would unfold
That pretty young girl, who caught my eye
She had a peace sign, tattooed on her thigh
My parents place was called the Coffee Cup
She was their waitress, I was just a pup
I was intrigued, by her lovely blonde hair
With that Peace sign, I kept looking there
I couldn't get her picture, out of my head
I drew a big peace sign, over my bed
My peaceful dreaming, her lovely blue eyes
Hoping she'd choose me, above other guys
I found the courage, to express my love
She was more gentle, than a soft white dove
She said "Don't worry it will be okay,
you will find your true love, some future day."
When I see a peace sign, I have to smile
I picture that girl, with her lovely style
My very first crush, she awoke my heart
A special memory, a pretty good start
Kristen Bruni's "The Peace Sign Contest"
Rings are the best thing with all the bling bling bling
The polish for my nails get looks that never fails
And when I add the eye shadow to my eyes
I get glances of admiring surprise
When I put the lipstck on, my old age just seems to be gone
. BEAUTY IS ONLY SKIN DEEP
When I walk I hold my head down.
Very shy and always carry a frown.
A little meek and hardly ever smile.
Everyone laughs cause I have no style.
The way I wish I was is only in my dreams.
Because of my bad self esteem.
The way I feel is oh so true.
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you"
I have no friends and no one really cares.
The way I look makes people only stare.
When I see myself all I do is weep.
Mama says sweetie beauty is only skin deep.
She looked at me and said you remember this
you close your eyes and make a wish.
Life is what makes you who you are.
Be a good person and that will make you a star.
Entered in Constance La France~a rambling poet~
Writing in the sublime contest
If I picked my Valentine
she'd be a perfect 10.
She'd have blonde hair with highlites
and answer where and when.
She'd be a little shorter,
yet tall enough to kiss.
Her reach a little longer
to torture us in bliss.
Her shape would be the bomb.
As sexy as they come.
With hair up for the moment
I'd meet her at the prom.
She'd talk a little faster
with words I'd say are smart.
Yet keep me to attention
in hugs up to my heart.
A smile just like a lion.
Her face a source of pride.
One to show my mother.
And then to make my bride.
My Valentine was perfect
as I lost her way back then.
How was I to know that she
would find her perfect 10.
Two angels from the sky
They are here not to fly
Standing in front of the altar
Singing “You are my only star”
Holding a book with your lovely twin
Voices so soft you might see our grin
Looking so cute and adorable
It’s my heart you really capture
They are wearing long white dresses
Sparkling like diamonds in small pieces
My favorite figurine angels inside my room
Happiness filled in my heart, no more in gloom
January 23, 2013
Inspired by two figurine angels that my friend gave me as a
Christmas gift last December and for Nathan's Contest picture :)
For Nathan's "Precious Moments" Contest
First Place Winner
It seems ages since we met over your long, golden hair
an hour glass on the table keeping the meter.
It seems like too many dress up doll days when we played
take me to the river but don’t get our feet wet.
It seems we lost our inner selves painting our faces
painting our nails, singing karaoke at the bars.
Oh, to regain those lost years of our youth, unwrinkled skin
turn back all the pages, like winding gold on a spindle.
Instead we have just leaves, grieves, and grandchildren
with their laser guns, plastic skin and smug attitudes.
They never challenged gamey little midgets with foul intent
they had us to pad them safely with money, love and scent.
Dear Rapunzel, do please let your hair down one more time
and play climb out of the cellar and up the apple tree with me.
Signed Your Dearest Play Mate.
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Yes in deed, for all to see.
And what a doll you are.
Sun - lit colored ringlets in a row.
You do your little dance for the judges.
For all the world to see, you are the color of poetry.
Second on your talent, as you went strolling by them.
Walking in your sun bonnet and percale, singing along.
Big blue eyes to sparkle and shine.
Then one day they found you dead.
Seems God called you home at last.
Said, come rest your weary head.
Your name on the tombstone read:
JonBenet Ramsey !
3/ 28/ 2012,,,, I put my 8month old daughter in about 4- 5 pageants. She was about 3 last time as I put her on stage, I thought no more of this.
Trees are moss are grass are stones.
Trees are spirit, nerves and bones.
Trees are air, stars and sky.
Trees are lungs, eyes and I.
Branded the most beautiful
She stands alone, no push or
Sparkling nails and eyes so
Her head held high as her
dreams come true
Rosy lips and a sculpted nose
Deafened ears that hear no
Shiny frocks and golden locks
She smiles away as money
Perfection drips, truly a beauty
But unfortunately she's never
learnt to share
Finally I recover from her
To discover this beauty here's
my only chance
I follow her everywhere
But what I find you wouldn't
want to hear
All the lies swept aside,
This is what alas I find
A cold stare, a cruel face,
A heart that has never known
Filthy hair and lips that lie
She's never had a reason to cry
Wrinkled hands that never
learnt to give
She forgot to love, let alone
Her eyes are just a waste of
Cause they never see the pain
others go through
A twisted mouth , a crumpled
she's got the world, but that's
It's all her fault that she's all
Cause no one likes a heart
made of stone
She's an ugly beast behind a
Is she beautiful is no question
When Heaven opens up, I feel the spill; the rain; the pour -
I know your heart still breaks, and you need to cry some more.
When you think you're alone, with no-one beside you to listen -
Remember I'm here along side you, drying the tears that glisten.
I see you in mind's eye; your soul is open wide -
I am not gone, I did not die; I'm always by your side.
Through your eyes, I see; my soul can boldly stride -
Born again, I'm free, as together our world's collide.
Over lush green grass I canter, I sprint; I bound and play -
Infecting flowers with laughter; a breeze tickling their gentle sway.
Twinkling star called love; it's beauty is you; love's abound -
A playful sun through cotton clouds, and dancing trees surround.
If the sunny breeze is a voice so warm; grass, loving hands so true -
If flowers and trees, a form - then the beauty around me is you.
Linked by love, so symphonic; I know, we're never apart -
Calming sound, so melodic; It's the music of your heart.
A mother's holiday should be everyday,
To show you the thanks I wish to repay.
A million word poem could never consist,
Of all that you do - a lifetime of lists.
So Ill keep it short - a miniature report.
To convey my gratitude for all your support.
Preparing this thank-you, builds tears in my eyes.
The bulletproof bond we share never dies.
Countless memories we've made as a pair,
Has given me more than I can compare
Your lessons of chivalry I've cherished so dear.
You've molded my heart to love with no fear.
Your lullaby songs that put me to sleep,
Created a herd of infinite sheep.
Happy Mother's Day Mom, I hope you enjoy.
Much love from your son, your grown baby boy.
- Yours Truly
How beauty sometimes seems so impeccable
With the watery spark of your lustrous eyes
Where nurtured meadows of harvest rise
I sink in tides, in your iris submerged
Waves, monsoons from within emerge
Enthralled I stand, my confusions declare
When only you stop and pause to stare
So sharp, I must say, a piercing of heart
Like flailing swords that with power impart
Within charm they grasp, they clutch, they seize
As they blink calmly and stealthily appease
How beauty sometimes seems so impeccable
Glimmering with your radiant eyes
I now have come to utterly despise
The times when you are asleep…
Entered into Sami’s Contest
I’ve journeyed to the highest peaks to glimpse beauty vast below
To gaze upon the Arch of earth, still higher one must go
I looked suspended from this world, the vistas I could see,
Behind me were the sun and stars, below humanity
So far away, I clearly saw, at last to understand,
the most wondrous sight is love within that tiny speck called man.
I wanted most to know all truth, I've seen glorious realms on high
But now alone among the stars, in this place my dreams must die.
I’ve found all that I sought back then when I was in my teens
My journeys taken me too far to evermore be seen.
Yes truth I hold such beauty pure, was love I desired so much
But to know this wisdom deep within I’ve come too far to touch.
I’ve known such noble; selfless souls, gained treasures none can buy
Suffered such pain and misery, I’ve felt an angel cry.
I went too far, forgot myself, I did not count the cost
I see also from these staggering heights my hope for love is lost.
Weep not for me, I’ve few regrets…I chose my life’s endeavor
And though my time is past you see…through my children I’m forever.
Life is like a hurricane.
Life, is like a heavy rain.
A lake of pain like lake Baikal.
Tears, flow like a waterfall.
People are like granite stone;
in the end your'e left alone.
But what of the good things?
Like the sound of when a church bell rings?
Or the miraculous, beautiful way
one helps another through troublesome day?
Tragedies of life aren't fun,
but in the end we learn a ton.
Though pain we do remember,
the flame eventually turns to ember.
You see, the thing about walking through earth each day,
is The King turns the curse to a healthy pathway.
Shall I tell you a story of sweet victory?
How even the blind one could suddenly see!
There's little old me with a case of the blues.
Then I dug out my red dress,the sadness to lose.
Now I'm painting up poverty,making it shine.
Having some glasses of dandlelion wine.
There's a big shaft of light that I'm gazing through.
If you care to come with me then you'll see it too.
A gold-dusted staircase that winds to the sun.
It sparkles like diamonds when our day is done.
Sparkles like diamonds on a silver edged tray;
the sun put to bed and the moon come to play!
written February 4th,2013
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:
Once upon a day there was
A young princess like a bloomy vase
A day a night and a year have passed
Waiting for this princess to be surpassed
A day a night and a year have passed
With this princess being just a past
Her marvellous beauty was never perceived
But once you meet her you feel relieved
Her shining eyes were deep black holes
Attracting brains and even souls
Her hair was strings of a wooden guitar
Or sectioned wires from a golden star.
All of this beauty went beyond sights
Deeper than valleys and higher that heights
To a world of awe and glory
Where our princess starts a new story
Between maids of equal splendour
And brave knights who do not easily surrender
Her wonder will stay as the eighth
Of the seven wonders of human faith
Playing cat and mouse were Beauty and the Beast
Right up to the moment the harvest moon ceased
To shine, that is, autumn winds ushered dark clouds
Even amber leaves were cloaked by misty shrouds
Alone on the terrace, Beast’s hand reached to her
Unfamiliar feelings in Beauty did stir
The masquerade party on All Hallows Eve
Beauty caught in his web, seeking no reprieve
Clouds now cast aside, moonbeams danced in the skies
Pulling his mask, Beauty unveiled Beast’s disguise
Seeing sensual eyes, her pulse rate increased
Conquered by longing for a man she’d called Beast
By Carolyn Devonshire for Michael’s “Falling in Love in the Fall contest
September 24, 2011
For the hills they undulate and roll,
Set beneath a crimson sky.
Image liken, to castle ramparts past,
Now slowly worn away with time.
For only seconds before the dawn,
And the mighty sun to rise.
Once more its rays to warm the earth,
And ascend into the sky.
For little bird how sweet you sing,
As you usher now the new morn in.
From branch to branch flit to and fro,
Along the leafy wild hedgerow.
For amongst the green, a dusting fare,
Of pastel shades of color there.
For gentle are the flowers that spring,
Who’s petals blossom like fairy wings.
© N Windle.
" The Rainbow and The Moon ... "
(From The Solomon Studies Series # 7)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)
The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Need The Sun To Shine
The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Are Very Beautiful Signs
The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Must Be Seen At Particular Times
The Rainbow and The Moon
Both - Spectacular, Above The Pines
The Rainbow and The Moon
Both, Have Inspired Many Poets' Rhymes
The Rainbow and The Moon
Both, Symbol-Gateways To GOD's Shrine
Tho' One Is Circular and One - Curved Lines
Both Are Geometric-Round or Crescent-Inclined
Tho' One, Day-Dances With Eagles & One, Night Loons
Tho' One Captures Mist and One Pulls Tides To Its Tune
Both Have Lifted Seas - In A Sparkle-Drop Spoon
(and Both Can Lift Man From Darkest Hour Moods)
The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Carry GOD's Loving Promise To Mankind
The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Are Waiting To Finally Greet The Blind
The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Are From A Sacred Source Divine
The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Reflect The Pure Glory of GOD's Great Mind
O' How I Love Seeing Rainbows and The Moon
Written & Copyrighted ©: 1/4/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
Everyday I view images, of a creature beautifully be
Through my eyes I see a maiden, such beauty in she thralls thee
It does not matter what she wears, or the way it's worn
She would look beautiful wearing rags, shredded ripped or torn
To her locks I mention, draped against porcelain skin
Like a magnetic I'm now drawn, her beauty draws me in
Next I value her loves, such intelligence abounds her soul
History, the arts and music, knowledge has been her goal
Everyday I view images, of a creature beautifully be
I can only feel so honoured, that she's fallen in love with me
Within his room the vestments are displayed,
Each garment hung,so perfectly arrayed.
Reverently he stands to survey his clothes,
Pulls up his pants and gently blows his nose.
In her boudoir a different scene is found,
Where dangers pearls, and fashions abound.
The mistress of the house she contemplates,
The trials and tribulations she must face.
Around the room her treasures now on view,
So many styles in vogue so much to rue.
Preppy Bombshell Classic perhaps Boho,
So much to choose,so much she doesn't know.
She makes a start her labours now begin,
Success or fail the line is paper thin.
The endless hours of shopping she's endured,
Those sacrifices to fashion, and haute couture.
At last she picks, after hours and hours of stress,
The body hugging bombshell will be the dress.
A look so daring, as to confound,
The best dressed woman, she must be crowned.
As she attires herself she smugly smiles,
Tonight will be a victory for her wiles.
Her muse is careful no word of his is heard,
That might offend his dame or be inferred.
The dress she wears is slightly undersized,
In a body so bountiful perhaps unwise.
Beside the village walls a hotel stands,
Once the village inn it looks so grand.
Wherein the great and good have gathered round,
Discussing serious matters like horse and hounds.
Our dame, comes in late to show her wares,
To consternation gasps and outright stares.
Her dress is nearly bursting at the seams,
Oblivious to it all,is her,it seems.
Collapsing seams it's stitches must resist,
Each intake of breath or they will desist.
But fatigued by constant shock they implode,
The bombshell dress now finally explodes.
Structural collapse has started to begin
Stitches popping, each ping against the skin
Seams, violently being ripped apart
Each tear another dagger to her heart
The dress itself has now become a frock
The blast has transformed it into a smock
Her body shape and size now unrestrained
Occupies the new found spaces it has attained
Carefully driving home, her muse says naught,
Believing that a spoken word will out,
The anger of his dame now in disgrace,
And the bombshell that blew up in her face.
Sea of sand, on this sun bleached land, painted desert's fight for life
Mountain peaks, ten thousand creeks, the balance of bliss and strife
Red dust swirls, yet splendor unfurls, covered by magnificent cloud canopy
Cactus is king, in the struggle for living things, narrow, twisted trunk, tree
Oasis and wasteland, more beast here than man, music is in the wind
The miracle of a desert in bloom, infinite expanse of room, lovely friend
Beauty to amaze, eerily echoing passageways, the eagle is flying high
Rain is seldom seen, a phantom often mean, the edge of earth and sky
Fire and ice temperature shifts, sheer edge of mountain cliffs, to survive
Secrets written in the rocks, rebel breeze that often talks, a canyon alive
A wretched place of solitude, creatures with attitude, hard rocky ground
Dusty trials lead nowhere, purple shadows everywhere, treasure's found
Lightning's rage, takes a center stage, see the tyranny of a relentless pour
Canyon bath in nature's suds, single rose in the mud, life springs once more!
*A kaleidoscope of views and impressions from the Grand Canyon
For Linda's "Nature" Contest
Wow!... words cannot express,
Such beauty, such finesse.
The shape and color of those eyes,
No description will suffice.
Just like wine, you're finer when older,
And beauty to the eye of every beholder.
©2013 Honestly JT
(its not going in d right
What makes me tick?
You ask me the question on what makes me tick
Well this I will answer, and answer it quick
Flowers and trees, the birds and the beasts
And all of the beauty on which my eyes feast.
Rivers and lakes, and oceans as well
And all of the dreams in which I do dwell
Music and poetry, Astrology too
And all of the wonderful things that I do.
These things keep me breathing and loving my life
And last but not least is my beautiful wife.
10 September 2013 @ 1353hrs.
Priceless pearl under the ocean
Everybody search for it up to the Mediterranean
Rare beauty lies on the crown-like shell
Waiting for special people to sprinkle the spell
O, what a magical thing shinning in the sun
If I have you in my hands, I feel like a queen
My heart yearns for your unique rarity
Engulfed me with your amazing purity
I will keep you inside the box of my soul
Cherished you forever, that’s my sole goal
March 22, 2013
For Craig's Contest
Having escaped from her attic on a bright summer day,
Constance skipped through the forest in fantasy play.
Flowers abloom; vibrant colors mix with green;
Constance found amazing beauty in everything.
A shy, maturing girl with only imaginary friends;
Flourishing happily in a world full of pretend.
In a pool of fresh water from a spring underground,
Constance knelt to take a sip and a beauty she found.
Where once was a little girl, a young woman she saw,
Whose beauty, adorned with flowers, left her in awe.
The reflection of her face in the rippling pool,
Smiled back with satisfaction in the water so cool.
Although unsure of herself in many different ways,
She saw confidence growing in the face that she gazed.
The water refreshed her when she finally took a drink,
But the reflection was more fulfilling for Constance, I think.
by, Joe Flach. For Constance's "Reflection" contest.
A little bit confused was beautiful Spring,
She had to choose for life a bridegroom.
Who will give her a wedding ring?
Three men wanted to be her happy and bloom.
March, April and May vied with each other.
About their great love they quietly talked.
April was for Spring like a brother,
With March she just often liked to walk.
Timid March gave her beautiful primroses,
Out of snowdrops he made a wreath,
He didn’t want to know any losses,
He promised her the whole world’s wealth.
Delicate and sweet was April.
He gave her a necklace of brilliant drops.
The life with him could be stable, - he said,
She’d be rich and would get good crops.
A wonderful May pleaded Spring:
You are my love! Take my wedding ring!
Be quick, Spring! Be my wife!
We’d be happy together the whole life.
And Spring trusted the handsome May.
Without any delay she sewed the white dress,
For the veil she took the apples blossoms.
That was her best and the happiest day.
The whole world was whirling in the dance.
May was getting married with Spring!
The Earth was full of love and romance,
Happiness to all this marriage would bring.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
Burying dead bodies usually takes place
In fancy holes dug on some land space.
Most people dig those holes somewhere nice
But sometimes they don’t have a choice.
Some people burn dead bodies to ashes
And this really saves on available land spaces.
Sometimes dead bodies are buried at sea
And slowly sink into muck for eternity.
Other fancy holes are dug large enough,
For the removal of some valuable stuff.
Sometimes these holes are dug somewhere nice
And most times people don’t have a choice.
When all the valuable stuff’s gone offshore
The hole is back-filled and land space restored.
Today we can dig holes in the seafloor
Right through the eternal muck and more.
Holes should be dug to bury the dead
And to remove valuable stuff instead.
I am a water Lily,
my petals are quite frilly.
I thrive on abundant waters,
the flowing streams, my AORTAS.
Great beauty in flowing scene,
planted in life’s flowing stream.
My nectar is quite neat,
my honey dew is sweet.
It is in April and May,
broad leaves on water I lay.
When I prepare to pray,
in nature’s usual way.
Being love’s Lily of life,
manifesto of love not strife.
Having variety of colors,
love imitates no others.
Please enjoy my view,
my beauty I give to you.
I sway in the gentle breeze,
with awesome beauty, I please.
From a world of useless strife,
come and quiet your very life.
Come and sit by my side,
on my river so very wide.
And let your conscience awake,
love’s nature made no mistake.
Love only made me for you,
as truth, I am as skies so blue.
Nature’s awesome retreat,
numerous days to repeat.
Petals of beauty quite neat,
a natural of love’s feat.
Contest; The Flower
In Honor of; Rambling Poet
A simple nap the beauty sleeps.
Her stupor is deep.
She seems to be thinking within this dream of a salient existence far away.
Her fingers are interconnected significantly.
With imagery shown from her posture, she interrelates to this world.
Connotation of inner peace is seen when she lies silently sleeping.
The colors that surround her while she sleeps are peripheral to where she meanders.
Labyrinths in time that must be superseded for her to awaken.
A simple nap the beauty sleeps.
Her stupor is deep.
Penned on May 11, 2014!
Here in the trash I found a wonderful thing,
Slightly sticking up from the furniture bin.
Covered in dirt with four legs and a stand,
Was a wonderful piece that needs my hand.
I reached down to grab it from within the trash,
I noticed a beautiful ruffled bright sash.
The sash was bright yellow wrapping the leg,
So I pulled it all out to see what I had.
To my amazement I found a wonderful petina,
A flowery design of old paint like verbena.
I unwrapped the sash so very carefully,
As I set it on the ground, it sets perfectly.
I put it in my truck to take this home,
A wonderful piece to fix up and call my own.
Did some careful washing and scrubbed the sash clean,
That yellow sash would look great with the light green.
Moments went by as I brushed on some varnish,
Then let it dry before I added the sash garnish.
Now, with a slight curve from the bottom of the legs,
A beautiful planter stands with a sash around the edge.
This is my story of a lone Saturday trip to the dump,
Never knowing something like this was hiding in that clump.
I can’t take my eyes off of you
It doesn’t matter what you do
You have a great hold on me
Making me the best I can be
I can’t take my eyes off of you
You are in me whatever I do
My love has such a strong flow
Cupid has hit me with his arrow
I can’t take my eyes off of you
In all that I am and all that I do
You are the one to keep me up
Your power overflows my cup
I can’t take my eyes off of you
In all the things I say and do
I think about it and it is true
Now what am I supposed to do
Beauty is within,
Not if your waist line is trim,
Exquisiteness is worn,
When hearts are pure not draped with thorns,
Beauty has much class,
It’s not control or sarcastic sass,
Beauty’s developed from true ladies,
It’s not loose, confused or shady
Beauty has a unique presence,
Its grace refined, restored with elegance,
Captivating all who are fortunate to meet
Its truth and love, which is stronger than a heart beat,
Beauty overlooks other people's wrongs,
Comforts those who aren’t as strong,
Delighting in others achievements and success,
It’s not superficial, self-seeking and obsessed,
Beauty is a person’s unadulterated soul,
Completely dressed, renewed and whole,
It’s not what you see in television ads,
Or a magazine model's newest fad,
It’s the essence of a person’s being,
Beauty is not defined by what you’re seeing,
Break away from faulty conditioned views,
Realize beauty is something we all can choose,
Take a moment to look deep inside,
Strip away any vanity, conceit or pride,
Watch as you begin to sparkle and gleam,
Then true beauty is what will be seen.
By; Sabina Nicole
She said remove your glasses and turn your head this way
Little did I know my brain she would soon lay
I looked directly at her face and then blacked out
My untimely Female Obsession was about to sprout
Still numb with grief over my Mother’s death
This Blond Vixen stole my breadth
It was my turn to deal with death and depression
But why God when I am lost and down would you crush me with Obsession
I came too and saw a Golden Aura around her Angelic Face
Soon I would experience the Female Mental Chase
Is this beauty standing before me an Angel
Is this Heaven I wanted to yell
Or am I in Hell with Satan’s Belle
Caught in her wicked spell
She said she would see me in two weeks
To finish her cleaning technique
I Just could not get her out of my mind
At first pleasure, then her vision turned into a horrible mental grind
I fell to my knees and begged God to get her out of my head
Can’t you see I am suffering do you want me dead
One night I saw Mom in her coffin staring at me... horrible dream
The next night the Evil Blond lying over me... I wanted to scream
Can it get worse
Am I headed for the Funeral Hearse
I found myself at work one day
Deeply confused... tormented... my mind drifting away
Suddenly my tormentor appeared in the corner of my room
She approached me, removed her clothes and embraced me with her womb
Horrible Halucination...Am I losing my mind
God why have you sent this unholy woman kind
God please release me from my mental tomb
The Horrible Obsession will soon be my doom
After eighteen months I had one last chance
To get my release and end this terrible trance
I sat in the chair waiting for the girl
She came behind me...She is more beautiful than a pearl
I started to cry and begged her for my release
I told her I can’t go on and need mental peace
She stood up, smiled and told me she has this effect on some men
She told me I have to write about her beauty and pick up a pen
She told me we all suffer from things we desire
She told me I now know what it’s like to experience Female Fire
I left that day never to see her again
In time my obsession slowly lifted easing my mental pain
At last her beauty can no longer harass
I now know my obsession will finally pass
And I pray to God I never again see her face
In this world or the next place
Joseph Adam Elward
So come kiss me and say good night,
Before the moon goes full and bright,
The eye lids blinking envied peeps,
To see your face in charming sleep.
Your hands, the warmth, it comfort me,
Your eyes, the pearls from lovely sea,
Their shyness sing and dance to heart,
No king or god shall see its art.
To hold your gentle skin to chest,
And lie on lap in complete rest,
Your pretty blossom face I kiss,
And dreaming places, holy bliss.
Your scent of roses bring me forth,
This pleasant chill from mountains north,
Your face that shine and smile with sun,
Reminds me of the love I won.
The western winds shall blow for you,
To fill your hairs with shining dew,
Your sparkling face bring back to life,
My soul I took with hunters knife.
But dying soul then lives again,
From death and night by breaking chain,
Your love keeps calling back to life,
To hear you sing, my charming wife.
What Some Men Can’t See
For years it’s been said that love is blind
Probably meant with men in mind
Women are different in many ways
With some men their in a daze
All women have inner beauty of their own
And most of the time that beauty is shown
Women are filled with loving care
Especially for children they love so dear
Some men can’t see beyond their nose
The love in the family that grows and grows
Beauty lamented when faced with that babyface
O do give me more loveliness, with red lace!
Such innocent eyes,
Cunning and wise!
The age of that baby girl
Revolved around two in our world
Yet, she was an attractive one
Charming one, magnetic one
None could get jealous of her beauty
Except beauty itself in all simplicity
If she was hungry, she ate like a bird
If she was thirsty, she drank only curd
If she fell while running, she stood and smiled
If she cried, her surroundings made her not feel exiled!
Dressed in her favourite red dress,
She listened to old stories on her mattress
And fell in deep slumber while dreaming of the Lord
And how it is like in his peaceful abode!
At two, this cute babyface, surrounded with black hair
Could only jump and exalt at life without any care!
On the forest edge young beautiful and wild though you call singing of love, so subtly mild with your long dark locks you offer caress Doe’s eyes all a mist and cleaving breast So often, did I failed the test when I was young leaping upon chance take the dance then run On the forest edge young beautiful and wild though you call singing, so inviting you smiled Growing wiser in this world of so many tracks some to better days, some you never come back, So now I know where I and you have trod behind I see skin deep beauty something odd On the forest edge young beautiful and wild I reject you now, your offer of love is standing wiled So the younger may learn not to follow your wind rose Show them who you are a wolf wearing deer clothes Tearing many a young men’s heart, running like a hart singing of love so subtly mild, smiling teeth bloody tart On the forest edge young beautiful and wild mended heart running true for I am God’s child
Star Light . . . Star Night
Gazing at the dark sky backdrop on this cold black night,
We are enraptured by the radiant view of bright Star-light.
This is a wondrous sight to behold by all on this Star-night,
Reflecting all earthly things gracious, grand, and right.
The cold beckoning blackness of this very special night,
Serves as the cosmic palette for unlimited points of light.
The enchanting Star-light on this marvelous Star-night!
This Star-night reflects God’s heavenly-made Star-light!
At once we realize the divine dichotomy between light and night,
On that mystical, magical eve filled with God’s Star-light.
God himself implores all who see His mosaic of Star-light,
To ponder ever gently too the dark beauty of His Star-night.
Oh! Radiant and grand Star-light on this most special Star-night,
We are forever spellbound by your God-given glorious sight.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany (September 14, 2014)
God, as I close my eyes and pray to You,
I ask You for an important thing to do:
Please, let my daughter grow up strong;
Let her be safe and away from wrong;
Let her laugh, let her play, and let her run;
Let her find her moments in the sun;
Let her know joy and be filled with glee;
Let her see the pride that abounds in me;
Let her know You and answer Your call;
Let her not from Your graces fall;
Let her grow in love and peace;
Let her zest for life never cease;
Let her beauty shine inside and out;
Let her discover what life is all about;
Let her find love and share in its desire;
Let her have children to share and admire;
Let her find happiness in all that's around;
Let her laughter be her one true sound;
Let her serve well with all her charms;
Let her seek comfort in Your caring arms;
Let her find beauty in all that life offers;
Let her be blessed with overfilled coffers;
Let her grow old in a very graceful manner;
Let her children carry on the family banner;
Let her life be an example of Your true love;
And let her fly away on the wings of a dove.
For "Collaborating In the clouds....." contest sponsored by Poet ~ Destroyer.
Written By: George Aul
The sound of true light ringing in your ears nothing to fear from the reapers that are here Not superstitious but for whom it tolls is true listen clearly and then you will see too Angels singing like the cricket's melody Glory to God in the highest a symphony Peace on earth good will towards men Piercing to the joints and marrow the Amen word's that formed you and I from on high in the valley of decision let them come nigh
You are my poem, you are the rhythm.
Filling colours in life, you are the prism.
Glistening are your eyes, pearls of dew.
Words are melodious, your sound a coo.
Sun rises for world, but thee aurora to me.
Weaving moments into life, with you glee.
Roses lovely, so fragrant my garden has.
You are their colour,the aroma ,my lass.
Mesmerising tunes,I play on my life's flute.
You are the air flow,making tunes,O beaut.
Potpourri of seasonal change drifts in the air.
Summer wanders near the clouds and everywhere.
Beach's pride of blazing sands is growing dim.
Soon the painted landscape wakes upon a whim.
Seeds are sown of Autumn's riches nearly here.
Summer wanes; we say hello to Autumn's cheer.
Leaves will change from sparkling green to golden blaze.
Now a bit of crispness lingers in our days.
Summer has it's wealth of fun and lovely weather.
Yet I adore the Fall when folks are drawn together.
Beauty all around and holidays I love.
Surely Autumn's sent to us from up above!
written August 31st, 2014
Looking at the horizon
Sky turned into crimson
Feeling of great happiness
Winds blows with sweet caress
Amazing God’s creation
To the nature’s temptation
Pouring with fantastic view
Birds flying with lovely show
Sun may set for a while
But my lips will smile
Beautiful night to hail
With crimson sky I will sail
May 18, 2013
For S.K.A.T's "Crimson Sky" Contest
6TH PLACE WINNER
The sun takes a nap and the moonlight plays
Then there comes a certain time of day
The flowers tire and go to sleep
Squirrels and birds take a peep
Rainbow colors dance across the sky
Soft white clouds way up high
This is the gloaming of the night....
Behold the beauty of this peaceful sight.
©Holly P. Moore
Here by this lake, the willows weep;
Dawn light awakes from deep dark sleep.
Pagodas stand: twin radiant calm;
See bridge arch trend with distant palms.
The waters flow in slow cascade;
Sense a bright glow in fluid parade.
Picturesque view of small boats far;
Diverts my que from thoughts ajar.
The cast of light upon the lake
Now floods my sight with a new take.
Our moments here in strange tour west
Springs inner cheer that builds fond zest.
Sometimes a scene plays with sure heart
An unknown win that sparkles start.
These weeping vines that willows hang
In sad incline wring sorrow's pangs.
By lakeside verge, a thought finds me
Words that emerge to hurl and be.
23 Mar 2014
Canadian Sally with red ribbon strings
tightening an apron fit to the seams.
Canadian Sally with jet-black hair
bound in a hat of bright red beams.
Canadian Sally with pockets of fortunes
sowing them out to us all.
Canadian Sally of sombre spirit;
patience like that of a doll.
Canadian Sally a twilight bust
who's wreath circles 'round like an aura.
Canadian Sally from love and joy
who spreads it around like a flora.
Symphonies of angels dip their wings
In places where a feathered bird doth sing
Glass chimes and innocence and flight
Soft balanced on a wire, what a night
The moon so round like giant tambourine
A magic pantomime from fabled passerine
Horizons open in the streaks of silver dye
Their harmony’s a gift, for blessed eye
If we but look atop our heads, we’d heal
Cause heaven’s gifts aren’t made of steel
But rather they are made of birdlike strings
And everything that grows a pair of wings
From me to you, with love
October 11, 2014-10-11
It takes planning, a graveled path, herb sets
to create a heavenly perfume
some time around bloom time
excess pruned down by a third and hung.
We see a bit of the hanging God then
in the silky down of lavender, thyme
offer homage of pressed violets,
golden suns of marigold as tune of awe.
The mincing of the mints is heavenly
as candy, sharp peppermint, mellow lemon balm,
the bedding down of chamomile, poppy maw,
the spiral sweets and gingered leaves of geranium
shavings of orris root, too many iris anyway
so free them all and set the scent create a smelly sum.
Add carnation stars, sticky sweet hollows of fennel
to tell the men, here is where the women live
won’t you remember your marjoram, your rosemary
with the pots on to boil, or laying head on crisp sheets and sigh.
It all takes planning, to decorate, alleviate, scent
create the corners of a life. Let’s go set the herbs.
Then breathe in the heavenly scent of potpourri lent
as offering, homage to all the plenty wonder of our lives.
Such beauty lies on silent hills
As snow trails turn around like mills
Bare trees dance around in waves
As dark clouds turn the town to caves
A bridge far off comes into view
As black birds hum to something new
The sun struggles to paralyze
As fog just seems to mesmerize
Revealing century’s, stories untold
But by their size you know there was gold
Families reside in mansion paved with gray
While others have down sized in another way
Pale red flowers lay by one
A note card to somebody’s son
A light chill in the air at best
This endless row of eternal rest.
By: Sabina Nicole
I saw a rainbow in the sky
I watched the birds take wing and fly
The trees and grass were different shades of green
Such a wonderful sight I've never seen
What a glorious display for me to see
What God has created for you and me
Her body is the fire
That lights my candle of desire
A roaring flame formed in the night
Her beauty needs no other light
Than what we make when put together
So hot even in freezing weather
We fill the house with steamy heat
Every time our bodies meet
By morning neither she nor I
Could undo the knotted tie
Of labored limbs left so tired
From a night solely inspired
By my lovely lovers curves
That pressed so sweetly on my nerves
While fighting sleep our eyelids compressed
And she fell to sleep first on my chest
I followed shortly her to rest
But when I woke she had dressed
And left me with only a look
That pierced my heart with string and hook
Still slack when through the door she leaves
But soon that string works and weaves
Its way around my heart to pull
It and my body to full
Sprint after the lost love
That sleep cruelly deprived me of
I searched the streets until night came
And then I saw the tiny flame
Of that beauty shine far away
But still to me as bright as day
and with my love she was persuaded
To chase the romance once evaded
Then between us the heat did grow
Until on touch our lips did glow
So bright in darkness for all to see
What a lovers kiss can be
Sometimes when I look up its you I see,
Some days when it’s raining you put a smile on my face,
An angel with wings you come to shield me,
Your beauty is it’s in own class,
The lady of the lake that is blue and pure,
The sunshine that calms the big storm,
It’s so unbelievable that I met you,
you are like
The mine that was never dug,
The hourly class that cannot’t be refueled,
A treasure you hold that I am yet to unveil,
A pillar you stand as one never to fall aside,
Fashion is a class I will give you eight,
If beauty was classified yours is timeless,
your beautiful hair that floats above the air,
Your presence that covers my lonely side,
Like a dove you bring peace to my heart.
Today enjoy my company and time,
On this special anniversary,
Arrive like the living,
Lucky to be by your side,
You have my heart,
As I await you tonight,
Flowering your bed with roses,
Light up the candle in your bedroom,
Pour Champaign in your attic room,
Together we are a team,
Together it is magic,
Your kiss takes away my breath,
Let me curve these sculptures with your name.
Art Feeds My Soul
By Rick Rucker
I have been, for two months, in my new home,
The things we have done to the place, would fill a tome,
The smell of paint, on the air, as it is new,
Carpets and blinds, and hardwood floors, done too,
New sink, and fixtures, and bathroom mirror,
A grandfather clock that I hold most dear,
New lighting, in and out, and here and there,
Served to show the walls, which were quite bare,
Yesterday, came the time to bite the bullet,
To find the trigger, and finally pull it!
Something that had me feeling bad,
At a friend’s, a King’s ransom in art, I had,
The artists had labored for years, by hand,
To paint the finest art in the land.
On the walls, not a trace,
As I never before had the space,
To show them as they deserved,
To display them, for so long preserved,
Tomorrow, a smile will light my Face,
As I see the beauty that my walls, does grace,
Prior to yesterday, my Home was whole,
Now, it has the Power to feed my Soul,
Even with every odd chance,
Warms me with but a fleeting glance,
Their haunting images are a constant inspiration,
For the creators, I have nothing but admiration,
To think that silk, and paint could cause,
Such emotion, gives me pause,
I am sure that I shall always feel,
The feelings that these works reveal,
I shall ever hold the longing in my Heart,
Engendered by these works of Art.
I hope to forever be,
In love with Beauty that I see!
I woke up this morning
and realised there was sunshine
the night had dissapeared
and I knew that I would be fine.
and now Im smiling through the day
rejoicing in what God has made
for I can find no other way
to show im grateful and amazed,
and though these storms will come again
with greater tides and winds that rage
I simply start to look within
instead of to my worldly cage.
Im glad that God restored me back
and proved to me I know no lack
when He is dwelling in my life
and I abide in Him through strife
so do be encouraged my friend
and know this world soon falls away
but the Fathers love, strong and eternal
will never cause your path to stray.
My likes and dislikes you are about to read
I loathe racism and conglomerate greed
Being in the middle mix, when there's a Sandra Dee
Always promoting themselves, hey look at me
The mistreatment of family, neighbours and friends
As hopefully their intelligence bucks this trend
Our treatment of earth's gems, her animals and plants
Succumb to never as the big companies rant
But inside of me there are many things that I love
They are so close to my heart that they fit like a glove
Firstly my children, three boys and a girl
Andrew, Steven, Rebekah and Liam - they are my world
Secondly there is, my music and art
But the sounds are the first as my arts to restart
The third are the seasons of beauty I await every year
Especially the spring, when buds and fruits appear
Nature delights our vision and captures our minds
It's the reason we react, to beauty and grind
So Amy Green, the above is my say
It's basically me on any given day
The purity of my gentle touch is like a wild rose.
Beauty, so intense, as the love for our love grows.
The petals soft and fragrant, deeply and richly appealing.
Blossoming fully, ready to harvest, passionate trust and healing.
My wild rose may have thorns, so take care as you pluck.
For you to find a rose like this required not only skill but luck.
I see these cumulus clouds before me
They start to open, and what did I see
Ray of sunshine bursting through the middle
A sight to behold I can’t belittle
It’s like the sparkle of a diamond
A calming, peaceful ray, a silent sound
Just as soon as I saw this gorgeous sight
It vanished back to the clouds of the night
Entrant into Seren Roberts' "Shaft of light" contest
A sculptor sees in stone
What beauty’s not yet known.
April 8, 2014
for Nette Onclaud's "Just Ten Words" contest
Waters stall on a warm winters night.
The craft I pull takes on its stillness.
Breathing in old circumstance.
My Desire reflects clearer than I saw before.
On a rock face far, his hand reaches out to me.
My palms penetrate the glassy surface and fold into his.
Dare I hope?
In but a moment the river starts again,
and we must release.
Buds imprint the skin.
"In a land full of corn, you've got to just laugh a little."
The gravel flies out from beneath,
The hicks smile with half their teeth.
The corn grows,
The horses have shows.
Flat paths and lanes lead,
All starting with the soil for the seed.
As country plays on the station,
Under God is our Nation,
Playing close with friendly people,
BINGO tonight or riding the bull.
Views on the Mississippi river,
During the winter we all start to shiver.
Living in a reality world,
The doors are slim but few are curled.
For it's Iowa the seasons come,
The bottles are opened with whisky and rum,
Talk is everywhere about our city,
here there are plenty deer to hit in pity.
Tractors fly in style,
Come visit and you may stay awhile.
For there's casinos and bars to see,
A castle called Jumers; grab a key.
Viewing beauty from the peer,
The beauty found in every mirror.
The MidWest lives fine,
It opens up glory in one to shine.
The traffic flowss through each town,
On the way through going up and down.
The hills with cows astray,
The nights over; back to the day.
The city people leave for work,
Sending off messages as each is a perk,
Neves lending a need to be,
Opening new things to see.
For it's Iowa the grass grows green,
The people are friendly; not too mean.
The glory of the state is here,
The glory is very near.
Talk and walk the Iowan way,
Come visity and maybe you'll stay!
Outlining a figure so fine,
A touch away she is,
Her soft touch to mine,
The heart in the pattern of his.
Still stays the calming night,
Though there's brightness against my chest,
Eyes flutter as she lays close in sight,
Her cheek I brush; she takes a rest.
Such fragile words up my spine,
Scars clear in the way I see,
The beauty finds the line,
Making her feel warm next to me.
Morning is soon to become,
At dawn she will wake,
My mind will wander to and from,
Till then my hearts at steak.
For this beauty to find so real,
Gives me a turn in my ways,
A reality check to steal,
Putting my dreams in a haze.
Her lips have a touch; smooth and right,
Precious and caring my girl is here,
Giving our journey a start with a light,
As for insipiration is concealed; giving no feeling to fear.
Golden beams of new rising aubade,
Fade away earlier day's weary jade,
An aura that fills the room with first ray,
Gear up yourself for bright brand new day,
First chirp of sparrows and clear blue sky,
Darkness flees, ending the night's spy,
Sunflowers bow their head to sunrise,
Roses and white lilies in garden add to surprise,
Fresh ideas in mind and a hearty zing,
Welcome another hopeful sweet morning !
August 20th, 2014
Poet- Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Entered on 25th august for contest 'Any poem under 15 lines #2 contest'
By Poet Destroyer A
Taking time smelling with your noses Thinking Before you lie in a bed a roses You better respect the thorns With these two a rose was born Some complain a rosebush has thorns Grasped with haste and you may be torn Or rejoice a thorn bush has roses Admire the beauty in which the thorny poses You knew when you began to pick Handle with care lest you get pricked A young gardener has a red thumb An older gardener rejoicing he has none
I love to watch the setting sun
When evening is here and day is done
I look to the sky as day turns to night
What wonderful beautiful colors a spectacular sight
No Rembrant or Picasso's paintings would compare
To what God has created for all of us to share
I welcome you all to the dance
A place where souls are held in trance
Destiny is our truest fate
Taking your soul will feel great
I was born unto this life
To distribute pain and strife
There is nothing you can do
I shall have this dance with you
As we dance across the floor
I shall show you what destiny is for
You can try with all your might
I will have this dance tonight
As we dance you should know
I will crawl up in your soul
So take my hand and join the dance
I hold your soul in my trance
No need to try and run away
With your soul I shall play
By the time I am through
Nothing that you can do
For I shall leave you like a shell
As I take your soul with my spell
There is nothing like a dark romance
So will you please join the dance?
Beauty can be rated by so many things
Like the noise birds make as they sing
Beauty is a flower growing from a seed
It also is a baby tender with its needs
If a person takes the time to look around
There is so much beauty on this earth to be found
Beauty can be a mountain all covered up with snow
Or it can be firelight with its entrancing glow
One thing in my life I have come to know
No beauty is as beautiful as the beauty of the soul
I posted this this way to show how
much poetry has changed me. I
guess now you understand why
I wanted to bury them old poems.
Sometimes like right now I just
can't help but cry for my pain is
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.
Icy flowers and the old door...
My school with one floor,
27 steps of stairway, eroded,
About 4 times daily loaded,
Forty years with the snowman`s rhymes,
On the top of the world, how many times
He separated the day from the night,
His dewy good smile breathing the light?
betwixt the circuitous cocoon of rose hips wrestles a world of unfathomable infamy
induced by light and shadow murmur influences ridicules scent.
conscripted into nature's loggerhead shrike chirp by forces unknown
influenced by the pestilence of greeds monkey see monkey do, ovary retards.
up from the grave of the anchor root rises the sun of expansion
cleansing the cane to shoulder its crown watching bud eye fornicate.
obliging the filament petition to pullulate the wind bats its lash
awakening the anther to feed its feeder roots.
efflorescent anatomy of stamen and pistil captivate beauties awe
apathy will bloom its withered rose until perceived with the nose!
An ode to nature .......
Whether it is the solitude bliss of the cozy air blowing,
Or the excellence of the river's flowing,
Or the wonderfulness of the tabletop plateaus which is at a single time many things showing.
I always enjoy the beauty of nature,
And the one who has created it must be a wonderful creature.
I always admire this creation of god,
Whether it is the bark of the dog,
Or the great scenery of the winter's hazy fog.
A beautiful scenery of nature of always in my mind whether I lay on my couch,
Or see the jumping kangaroos carrying their young ones in their pocket pouch.
By bowing a seed,
the mother nature we can feed,
And can find a place in heaven which we indeed need.
By growing a tree,
From all the bad karma's we get free,
And with a positive prospective the world we can see.
The beauty of nature can't be described in words,
Somewhere it is beauty of animals and somewhere the beauty of birds.
Of the nature I am a big fan,
The best is that on it's beauty no one can put a ban.
But unfortunately mother nature is losing it's beauty,
As some are not properly doing their duty.
With fully opened eyes we should look around,
And then say if such monsters are not found.
By Rachit Bansal
Drinking in the reflections of you Your poker face on I’ve not a clue All the right moves one step ahead Calls are opaque and never shed Lightly your misty eyes do betray Closer I draw the heart does weigh Balances are overturned today If it was not it should be written By your beauty I was smitten
Flourishing leaves and solemn sunsets,
Yield sensual feelings to never forget.
A brisk moment of natural beauty,
From an evening suns' casting duty.
Staring in awe like a child's first snow,
Gazing through panes in a bedroom window.
A horizons' gold for eyes to behold,
Dimming the earth with shadows so cold.
Fine-ration the seconds,
sweet-savor the sight.
The slimming light beckons,
just prior to night.
Wow, see her coming
From her heavenly boudoir like spring
The angelic bonnie queen
Chaste and verdant as virgin green!
Such glossy cheery smile
That I’m mesmerized all the while,
And her articulate serpentine gait
Like proud riverine princess of that rate.
Her appearance’s like magic wand
That makes everything beautiful and grand;
Her sweet-scented air as of ambergris
That causes all to whiff with bliss!
What a skin! Soft brilliant ebony, incarnate
In refined sunny gold glint climate;
With loose suited raiment of nature’s kind,
This soignée queen elsewhere I never find.
How her eyes radiate love’s fires
And I, enchanted by sheer love’s desires
Her fine lips set like bloomed roses;
Her voice, akin with wind blown pansies.
Were I lucky to endear myself to you
Would I render a burning love so true.
For your beauty is of no essence or mould
If no one do have you to hold!
I love to see a person clad
In skirt or sweater made of plaid.
A shirt or scarf works just as well;
No stripes or dots can parallel.
In Scotland, once, I went to see
A mammoth Tartan factory.
Each pattern has a special name
And certain ones have gained acclaim.
My closet has a wide selection,
Plaids I wear with great affection.
Wardrobes must be really Spartan
If they lack at least one Tartan!
The hills are alive
These hills are alive with mystery
As I sit here all alone and free.
It’s morning time, so beautiful
As I listen to the wild birds call.
That God is here I know for sure
Her presence fills me more and more
I hear music loud and clear
The song of nature’s always here
Among these hills that I love best
I sit here filled with happiness
25 June 2014 @ 0826hrs.
I offer this pathetic write to Scots contest, sorry mate, too short for me but done my best
An ogling of her scent, befuddling,
The sight of her voice, quite troubling;
The sound her eyes make, leaves me perplexed,
Her mythical touch left me vexed;
Her skillful beauty, stunning any day,
When I sensed her, it was not in the normal way;
To describe her, simply impossible,
Too many great qualities, solely irristible;
There are no sketches as lovey to illustrate,
The celebrated features, she holds innate.
My muse is smooth, with ivory complexion.
Her full, pouty lips point in my direction.
Her face is chiseled; no make-up required.
Her beauty's breathtaking, never expired.
She would look stunning draped in leather or lace.
She has a renown, youthful, "commercial" face.
She inspires me with her gaze of intrigue.
She displays no sign of boredom or fatigue.
She does not care about what others think.
She holds a nonchalant stance, won't flinch or blink.
She does not argue, nor carry on a fuss.
It's quite tranquil when it's just the two of us.
My sweet muse is not alive, nor is she dead.
She poses proudly as a mannequin head.
Midnight has come to drape her robe
Of darkness over this side of the globe.
Smooth, like velvet, it muffles all sound
Save for the hem touching the ground.
And from its deep folds, bright jewels shine forth:
Lyra, Orion, the Star of the North.
Such riches never before seen on Earth
Sparkle these diamonds of unmeasured worth.
Midnight displays her riches untold;
To her stars are dust. How would she treat gold?
My butterfly garden of splendid views
Bestows trails of wings in vibrant hues
Blooming flowers tempt with nectar sweet
As butterflies flutter, grand colors a treat
Their grace lifts my soul in the dawn's early hour
While I watch them dance from flower to flower
In morning glory, a monarch kisses then flies
This butterfly gift, a charming surprise
She gently touches my hand as I freeze
Her delicate wings then wave on the breeze
A moment in time, beauty given to me
On wings of glory, a cherished beauty
My butterfly garden of splendid views
Bestows trails of wings in vibrant hues
But one brilliant monarch floating on the wind
Landed for a visit and became a dear friend
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 1,2012
for a Butterfly's Trail of Kisses contest (Gail Doyle)
Was lost and from home had run away
Which is when to God I started to pray
Help me find a nice place to live
And my whole life to You I will give.
On beach just saw a wonderful wave;
God said for a friend find Father Dave
Who forever you will always cherish;
Has a pretty church in a nice parish.
My contract with God will never expire
So He suggested that I join the choir
Which one day whole roof will raise
When people sing songs of praise.
Choir was terrific and sounded so loud;
To hear them, there was a big crowd;
Having great choir had become the craze
And writing poems which give God praise.
So for you I haven written this one
And at end of day when it is done
Maybe out of my poem a song you'll make
Which away everyone's breath will take.
Shoots of feathers off the tree
Green as green could ever be
Among the oaks stand tall and true
and make the brambles look up to you
Stand alone in fields of white
Upon your limbs fall paper light
Blessed with boughs and fringe adorn
Forever there, forever more
Constancy your own to claim
Amidst a world so prone to change
Through lines of trees I seek the pine
And I smile slightly every time
So strong, so silent, so soft and still
It graces the forest, so ethereal
And moves me deeply to the core
Forever there, forever more
Below the mist covered mountains lies a valley of beauty so rare
As I view from the flowery meadow, I look on in awe and stare
It's moss covered slopes in carpet, a greenery so rich like a vein
The hillside undulations grace like a wedding dress train
The cascading of translucent pure, these waterfalls of delight
Each with a different voice as they sing through the day or night
Trees so iconic standing proud as they reach up to the warming sun
Magnificent they are in their splendour, they're not to be outdone
As I sit down and admire the meadow, it's riches befall my eyes
The colours of greens and pastels makes every one a prize
As I close my eyes and listen, I hear many marvels all around
From insects that buzz to chirping birds in this beautiful surround
I turn my head as she calls me, my love in her white summery dress
She's my lily of the valley, her beauty in my eyes caressed
We lie back and take it all in, this place on this planet earth
For our children and our children's children, it's kept in it's worth
Below these mist covered mountains lies a valley of beauty so rare
Is there anywhere else out there, that could possibly compare
Fairer to white lily is beauty of pondering mind,
Rather than lovely face, that we so apparently find,
Sharpened through acquired extensive knowledge,
Glory of sunrise, wisdom must one acknowledge,
Nature's lap of luxury, I sit and think,
Are we swindling hard on it, at a wink ?
Took more than hundreds of years to evolve,
Are we so quick ready to crudely dissolve ?
Cultivated distant thoughts come to my mind,
Romanticism to nature, why not unwind ?
Global warming , pollution and deforestation,
Can't we dedicate and devote to our nation ?
Cruelty to animals, man's worst instinct,
How many would we still make extinct ?
Gender equality another real concern,
How long will leave women to inside burn ?
My beauty is only skin deep, to delight of a lover,
Silky white gown, perfect choice of a ravisher !!
Written on 28/5/14
Sponsor- Isaiah Zerbst
Contest- Distant thoughts
Timeless beauty to behold
Wisdom, glory, sights untold
Mountains crowning into crystal skies
White clouds floating gently by
Soft breeze blowing, caressing leaves
Whispered nothings to the trees
Evening's shadow begins to dance
In hidden corners, a stolen glance
Scents so strong and warm and true
Mingling sweet, the earth's perfume
Filling body, soul, and mind
Misty memories of another time
A time which can't quite be recalled
Yet forever lingers through it all
Water trickling over rocks
Mind at ease, all worry stops
Wrapped in comfort’s warm embrace
Abounding, peaceful, calm and grace
Nature’s beauty filled with song
A tranquil scene to dwell upon
You Will Grace My Canvas Until I Die
By Rick Rucker
You are my “happy place,”
Your style, your curves, your face.
All of them are burned into me,
Now I shall ne’er be free
In the land of your birth,
Rembrandt would have known your worth,
As a model, you would have supplanted all,
Though they might be fair and tall,
They couldn’t match how your beauty does trumpet
Make the Mona Lisa appear a common strumpet!
Walking among us, full of Grace,
A gorgeous figure, and Angel’s face,
You put all the rest to shame,
You even have a lovely name.
Ria seems so very exotic,
Coupled with the rest of you, hypnotic
I hope to immortalize myself,
By placing an artwork on my shelf
That contains a likeness of your face,
My humble attempt to capture your Grace.
By vanity, I have sinned,
I might as well try to draw the wind,
A lowly mortal, such as me,
Has not the eyes to truly see
The ethereal beauty that is yours alone,
Though others would love to have it for their own.
I sense inside of you does dwell,
The peace that makes the World seem well
In these past few magical weeks,
You have given my heart a new language it speaks.
No longer one of fear and loss,
You have allowed me to forever cross
From the land of lonely dread
Where I would have been happily dead
To a land that teems with Hope
Where we might one day elope.
I know I sound as if I’m crazy
And you have me made just a little hazy
Still, you are the lucky one,
Your Earthly adventure has begun
You get to serve, if you choose,
To be an artist’s only muse
I won’t stray, and I won’t lie,
You’ll grace my canvas until I die!
Although my lover’s gone, my passion has been reborn
Nature takes my breath away; flowers our gardens adorn
Wildflowers of brilliant hues were seeded by the state
Now their blossoms add beauty to the interstate
Hiking five miles to see a New Hampshire waterfall
'Neath its gentle spray on slippery rocks I did crawl
A stronger sense of patriotism seems to grow
As an eagle flies o'er amber fields of wheat below
Forests beckon too, and if you remain very still
A clan of deer might appear, giving you quite a thrill
But the ocean will transport my mind to fantasy
A seafaress dreams of creatures living in the sea
When the walls of my house close in, I just step outside
To become one with nature, it’s here I must reside
For when enclosed, it’s the beauty of nature I miss
The mountains, sea and forests provide a state of bliss
*Entry for Deb Wilson’s “Passion” contest
dewdrops are sparkling over cactus thorn
like icy diamonds this misty morn
cold desert wind through the Mesquite trees
the sweet smell of sage lingers in the breeze
as the sun climbs past invisible clouds
the burning sky melts the misty wet shroud
mercury is high but the air is dry
somewhere under the tangerine sky
Taj Mahal is the beauty of ages;
A beauty lost in time,and lost in dreams.
The real beauty's "No"
does not offend, you know.
Gracious folds as satin, silky dunes waft
Undulating curves; frothy waves tossed
Seamless grooves filter subconscious dreams
Pallid contours emit hypnotizing streams
From her chiseled, sculpted mold congruent beams stretch
In well-rounded center, a sharp, cerebral image doth sketch
From smooth surface glides an effervescent glow
In the glistening radiance a sultry wind doth bellow
From high cheek bones swaggers a dignified tone
Beneath, ingratiating shadows mystique doth chaperon
Cheeks blushed with rosy hue bedewed garlands strew
Cupped in ivory fount from which bubbling streams flow
It is cold this morning, my breath a cloud of white
No snow yet, although it rained a bit last night
My path today meanders around the quiet lagoon
Enjoying the white of last nights winter moon
Far away mountain peaks are iced with snow
Faint sunshine gives them an aerie glow
Almost every leaf is gone from the old apple tree
But there is beauty in the gnarled skeleton I see
Coyotes cry from behind the oak topped hill
Perhaps they know harder times are coming still
There is a stark beauty in this winter face
I find a certain kind of peace in this quiet place
For The Winter Couplet contest
A winter walk....
Straight, blacs, deep set againstk hair, knotted in the back,
Obsidian eyes, nothing to lack;
Long braided legs, muscles intertwined,
Impressive to see, her muscles combined;
Bituminous eyes, deep set against her face,
Her beauty, so poweful, difficult to keep pace;
Her far eaot she is notst features, subtle to see,
Countenance unequaled, no one prettier than she;
Shedoes not pretend to be what she is not,
Especially with her heart, her blood curdling hot.
Where and when and everytime
beauty comes to pass.
Always at a distance.
closer at it's class.
Spirits large and smaller
seemingly not meeting.
Slanting human eyes
from all the Gods are greeting.
Ora's 'round the trees
dimly being seen.
Blinding what eyes open.
Denying where they've been.
Loving what comes ready
while needing what comes later.
Patience for the soul
and pain for the creator.
Writer I am, I unfurl thought
To say I am wordplay and plot.
Draft upon draft, I sculpt fine words;
I sign my craft, my thoughts get heard.
Sculpt now and weave, carve sculptured breath
In mindful drift from life to death.
Words are my paint in tints and shades
As voice refrains in poise and trade.
Word for word cry to touch the sky,
Winged butterflies murmur fond sighs.
The words now come, blazing they go
As if to sum life's brief fine glow.
The moments mark the rise and fall
Of words that spark a tryst that calls.
The muse sighs well as if to hint
Of play that tells of fragrant mint.
The season speeds away to die;
Through wants and needs bereft of highs.
The seaward splash of vivid lines
As sunburst flash a quenching vine.
I look to see pictures that turn
My eyes find me new verse to burn.
Each verse, a child precious and fine;
Glimpse harsh and mild in poise and lines.
I do not know what words will sculpt
In afterglow yet feel no doubt.
I sculpt each day, I write wordplay;
I fund array, I ply new say.
And so I fling the hurl of sense
In what life brings in actual tense.
Feel surge of thrill in words that come;
Finesse funds will in song and psalm.
A poet I am to ink and cite;
Writer I am to word fond writes.
Etch a new sketch with pulse laid plain;
Sculpt words that match thought's fragrant strain.
I style a poise that charms sure voice;
I chisel noise with words of choice.
What a fine gift to heed the hint;
The wholesome lift in shades and tints.
09 Apr 2014
The effervescent glow my smitten eyes ingratiate
The duplicitous shadow your intentions obfuscate
The sparkling twinkle my collateral dreams exfoliate
The superficial glare my residual doubts accentuate
A momentary blink doth my pensive libido inflate
Subsequent roll of your eyes, my fantasies obliterate
An inquisitive glance; a silted pathway doth emanate
Your squinting eyes doth the conduit adumbrate
Satin, silky folds a pure stream elucidates
Dark, grainy cavities; a briny well percolates
Deep, iris blue waves; my horizon illuminates
Pulses of green light skew my compass coordinates
Those tight little short shorts, walking down the street
Swaying her hips, keeping the rhythm of the beat
Behold, the sight of this beauty, sent from the sea
Come close, take my shaking hand and dance with me
Sounds of true brilliance, wrapped up so tight
What's in store for me on this special night
Eyes of jade, a heart of gold, the wonders I am told
We dance, a quick romance, memories will unfold
A taste of her irresistibility, before she must depart
Our flesh entwined, feeling the beat of my heart
Retreating to the sea, she blows a loving kiss
Never forgetting our one perfect night of bliss
Christmas legs stand in line.
Jeans plump to a spine.
Tightly wrapped like cheese cloth.
Blue and white and fine.
Bouncing for the moment.
They're pensive on the spot.
Jiggling mounds of motion.
Legs to make you hot.
Christmas legs are leaving.
Their line is moving on.
I'll look for you next Christmas.
Merry Christmas legs have gone.
The history of Utkal is enchanting...
That made Asoka peace~loving;
That took Kharvela to the peak of fame...
& disseminated to every corner Mahanadi's name...
& then the pages of history says...
The role of the fighters of those bygone days...
Who confronted against the bullying British...
& unshackled the land from things amiss...!
The honeyed words that flew from the pen...
Of the blessed forefathers with creative Ken...
The beauty is such that the heart is mesmerized...
& ecstatic with awe n pride...
Long live the land of beauty endless...
Love live the stories of unmatched prowess !
Long live the saga of unforgettable things...
Under Lord Jagannath's divine blessings !
The image of your face in my memory resides,
and now after all you are by my side.
Every night I stare at the moon,
hoping I will meet you soon.
Loving you makes me see things better,
now I see beauty in words and letters.
Your silky smooth skin is so soft,
a piece of heaven, you were cut off.
Your eyes more beautiful than a rainbow,
shinning a new color everywhere they go.
Your eyelashes that beat so magically
hold together the secret to your mystery.
Your nose structured like a work of art,
forever you will rest in my heart.
Your lips so irresistibly sweet
a passionate kiss when our lips meet.
Your teeth arrange to form a perfect smile
that brings me happiness all the time.
Your hair like rivers and waterfalls flow,
it is behind the reason why I love you so.
The curves of your body are irresistible;
it makes my heart so weak and vulnerable.
Your voice that is safe keeps me calm,
and your arms around me will keep me warm.
It’s very beautiful how our souls perfectly fit,
and how your beauty in the darkness lit.
My only wish is for you to be,
forever and ever here beside me.
And no matter what sad thoughts put a frown on my face,
you were, you are, and you always will be…my beautiful escape
As I watch her rhythmic movements, her beauty entrances me,
Never have I seen such magnificence, she’s as perfect as she can be;
When I saw her for the first time, she stopped me in my tracks,
And in her exquisitely flawless nature, I can see nothing that she lacks;
I have looked her up and down, she is irresistible in my eyes,
For all the other hopefuls out there, it’s time to say your goodbyes;
Her faultlessly cadenced beat, sends shivers up my spine,
And I can hardly wait for the day, when I can call her mine;
Is she the one for me, I know she is without a doubt,
And spending my time with her is what my life is all about;
She is charming and bewitching in every single way,
Her skin tone is amazing, the perfect dappled gray;
That’s right my perfect love is an Andalusian Mare,
And her everlasting beauty is beyond all compare!
I still see beauty in the world
despite its ugliness.
I still see love in the world
despite the hatred.
I still see hope in the world
despite the despair.
I still awake in the morning
and breathe fresh air.
I still walk on a beach
and feel the wind in my hair.
I still marvel at the ocean
and its tidal symmetry,
yet I still weep at the sadness
of today's society......
Its selfish materialism and
lack of care........
Its hatred and murder,
and its unwillingness to share.......
yet I still see beauty in the world:
it shines with the sun,
I still see beauty
when wild horses run.
I see hope fading, packing up to go.
Fed up of waiting,
oh stay hope, stay. Just one more day?
Don't go away,
For I'll still see beauty in the world
come what may.
Gone is the girl I truly loved
Someone as simple and lovely as a dove
Gone is the shy smile I used to adore
She had changed a lot, she's my girl no more
What happened to you my dearest friend
I liked the way you were, but now you've changed
You turned your self into a walking maniquin
Covered with make-up and full of bling-bling
I loved you for who you are including our romance
You don't need to impress me or change your appearance
I don't want lose you, I felt so bad
Please be yourself again, the woman I loved
By : Jun Abines www.junabinespoems.blogspot.com
The most beautiful people on Earth are sometimes the ugliest
They indulge in evil and sin best
Though beautiful on the appearance
They hardly deserve that we do cast them a glance
Inside, they have nothing, no values, no morals
They can even be filled with diseases, reminding them that they are in fact
The most beautiful people are those rare ones
Those who are as swift and subtle as Pan
Those who care not for the materialistic
Those who relish the meaning of that which is mystic
Those who have seen the realm of the Lord
Those who know, that if they do act with grace, they shall be given a reward
Those who care for others,
Those who are, for this world, mere lovers!
In love with all of creation,
In love with its toils, and its solutions!
Such are those people who deserve, to have beauty
For they are the ones shining with purity!
If you do meet such a beautiful person,
Pray do treat him like a son!
Whole Life She Gave
If someone were ever to find a fortune
Wish they would give us a fair portion;
First thing like to do is buy a nightingale
Then around world always wanted to sail.
Would put present in stocking of each child
Many times causing them to have smiled
Picture with true colors of my pretty wife
Showing her how she is the love of my life.
Don't want to be thoughtless with many thrills
We would just go ahead and pay off our bills
For nice cats, buy food, an unlimited supply
And hope forever that they never did die.
All the days of my long life have progressed
With my wife have become totally obsessed
Willed money to church for them to support
And offer comfort when her feelings are hurt.
So soon I died and was in heaven above
With son Jamie, Mom and Dad who always love
And please God, a special place be sure to save
For wife who, to me, her whole life she gave.
James Thomas Horn
Loving Husband of 48 Years
Here we sit pretty
Forty years of joy
Living love's employ
Not much need be said
Our journey thus paid
Words need not reveal
Calm silence appeals
Eye to eye we see
Smiles that come to be
Two hearts can speak well
What words cannot tell
Old time serenade
Lovely kind charade
A touch and a sigh
Can ply happy highs
Here we sit with fate
Charm greeting sure date
01 August 2014
Dear Sweet Ginger
To the Fair Maiden that lived nearby:
Dear Sweet Ginger, where are you?
Dear Sweet Ginger, of cheeks of dew.
Dear Sweet Ginger, of curls of red.
Dear Sweet Ginger, none with you contend.
Dear Sweet Ginger, won’t you come near?
Dear Sweet Ginger, have you no fear,
Of the wicked, of the jealous, and the spiteful,
For I unto you, am ever-vigilant, ever-watchful.
Dear Sweet Ginger, of full drawn lips.
Dear Sweet Ginger, won’t you give me a shy kiss?
Dear Sweet lady, with an aura so complex;
Sovereign, you set beauty’s lex.
Come unto me, near and close.
A phantasmal woman, you are; I shall propose.
Dear Sweet Ginger, won’t you remain here forever?
Dear Sweet Red, Sweet love, I leave you, will never.
there is beauty in knowing thyself
the foundation and the joy can bring forth such wealth
when the natural elements show their actual truth
spread a love that is concrete and constructed by the lessons of youth
Take Advantage Of
Always take advantage of a good thing
So many benefits it is sure to bring
And even if you have money to burn
On investment produces great return.
Should we act now or continue to wait
Until piles of dead branches accumulate
And later on have to horribly relent
For all of the damage done to environment.
Maybe it might have been the survey crew
Who was trying to create a great view
Which would add much and a lot to the scene
Appearance is important is what they mean.
There is a beauty that lies with-in
Often hidden in a world of sin
We each hold beauty in our own way
Let us all please bow our heads to pray
I once kept my beauty hid from view
Something that I shall never again do
True beauty is born with-in the soul
And nourishing that is now my goal
I love my Lord and I love your life
Yet, all of my heart belongs to my wife
As broken down as my body may be
I’m in a great deal of pain and misery
But do you know what; that’s all ok
For it is the Lord that guides my way
And he has brought me to this place
I have an awful lot pain but no disgrace
If I am the river then my Lord is the dam
My course was altered by “The Great I am”
Unpretty women by only fluke
can give their children a pretty look.
Listen here and now
Witness fond endow
Listen to the sounds
Feel the sanguine grounds
Listen for the stray hint
Notice a piquant mint
Listen to the wind
Swirling yet unseen
Listen for a voice
Measure follows poise
Listen to your heart
Prompting mind to start
Listen for the strain
Pulse of pleasure-pain
Listen well and heed
Feed the precious seed
17 September 2014
Place Called Bolivia
This to me is a certain type of trivia
Which I believe would describe Bolivia
Perfect place where people want to go
To see its beauty and watch garden grow.
Looked at Lockwood Foley freely run
And a long time ago it was once upon
Son did die before we moved there
That for us really was so hard to bare.
We do live here and love it now
With God's grace will get by somehow
Enjoy newness nature to us has given
In Bolivia, where we both are living.
Fine fragrant flowers and frequent birds
Sing soft songs not having any words
Many marked with a marvelous melody
By mocking bird sitting in a tall tree.
Found myself living here loving it forever
And want to leave it, no, would not ever
Prepared a pleasant prayer to say today
Will love Bolivia best when I'm not away.
James Thomas Horn
Notice the way of space and time
Ebb and flow sway like edgy rhymes.
Notice the thought that hurls away
Each play and plot comes just to stray
Notice the strains of song and dance
Each a complaint that freaks with chance.
Notice the lines blank and unrhymed
Straight and aligned to bleed new time
Notice the words of music rhymes
Curls and curves heard in surreal chimes
Notice the feel when fond writes come
The true heart heals with fest that sums
Notice the place of time and space
Wear a warm face as feelings trace
Notice the end just as you start
Our mortal trend comes part by part.
03 August 2014
A lady slackens men's pace
by only a pretty face.
I see beyond me a crystal structure
Multi-colored facets from light’s fracture
I love the multi-story beauty of a building
Crystal so large, the bottom seems so unyielding
I approached so I could enter, so I may touch the rainbow
I was visited by a guard saying don’t disturb the window
So I had to leave the crystal with much disappointment
The beauty of the structure takes more than commitment
May I someday touch the magnificent crystal
And go home with a giant smile so gentle
Entrant into Paula Swanson's "I See Beyond......" contest
Start to feel heart
Glimpse word craft art
World in sure swirl
See sensuous twirls
Light in fond sight
Fashion new flights
Plot within thought
Let magic slot
Craze walks the maze
String happy daze
Spark in deep dark
Finesse now sparks
Stuff funds good laugh
More than enough
Verse in outburst
Lines echo terse
Mind truth in kind
Live what you find
Pun on the run
Frolic with fun
Feast in the East
Beauty and beast
Vow here and now
Let love endow
Jest in the West
Boom times hurl fest
Birth on this earth
Pain and vain mirth
Learn to unlearn
Live zest you earn
Soul knows the whole
Transcend the poles
Live what you give
Know life is brief
Grief is but brief
Let happy breathe
Cheer weathers fear
Stays with sincere
17 August 2014
Be still and know
The way of flow
Silence speaks well
Where words can't tell
Joy feels each pain
Yet lives a gain
22 June 2014
Besiege and Prestige
Without God we only get gloom
So He should be in every room
When day ends and we do part
Want to have Him in our heart
All our bodies please do besiege
With Your love and not prestige
Many people still have to this day
Always seeming to get in the way
People with prestige are a pain
Always performing and will entertain
With great egos that we all ignore
And each one does become a bore
God so gracious with Your demure
And Son who when on earth was pure
Help us while we have been on a quest
Bless us with way which will be best
James Thomas Horn
Comments are encouraged.
Style wears a look
Spring blossoms hook
Smiles pave the way
To spur fond play
Wit and jest charm
A fragrant sum
Hotel plain view
Spring sights now cue
Tea rolls quite old
Brew tastes unfold
22 June 2014
Do I dare jest
With mortal flesh?
Shades, tints and hues
Colours past due
This motley few
Soup from ox's stew
Pain and disease
Unhinge sound ease
I wait and watch
Time must dislodge
Now play with pun
Fun on the run
Note shades of grey
Beyond slow sway
For the dustbin
29 June 2014
The way ahead
Lies beyond dread
Listen and heed
The hungry needs
Discern and know
That grace must show
Life story said
Rest unfair aid
Fling happy chance
Die in mere glance
Notes I re-write
As jest recites
Zest works the best
Fest follows quest
28 June 2014
Wise is the fool
Where wisdom pools
No need to seek
Just live love meek
Free will aligns
Bold heart and mind
Be not afraid
For fear is dead
Start to be clear
Of what funds cheer
Joy is a ploy
That love employs
Look deeper still
Sense sure goodwill
28 June 2014
Morning sun glow
Wake me up slow
Winding a chase
Dream upon dream
A pile of schemes
Buzz now displays
By my window
Old lovers here
Wrinkled hands steer
So many years
Love's web endears
We sit here now
Watch years endow
24 June 2014
For you and me
Old curtains tell
A tale we dwell
Oil paintings sing
Of inner peaks
Lovely eyes say
More that child's play
Seasons etch deep
Wonders that heap
Words that you write
Touchstones I cite
Dawn follows dusk
Dusk primes a trust
Each unto each
A moment's reach
25 June 2014
From time to time
My story rhymes
July's hot fest
Now weaves the best
A tale of truth
Goes beyond proof
I sing a song
Where joy belongs
When gloom keeps ground
I frame new sounds
When cheer comes round
I dance fond grounds
I wake up now
As tact knows how
Think upon ways
To cite new say
There comes a time
When reason rhymes
Too much to say
Yet words don't stay
There is a soul
That speaks one whole
Now I can see
Beyond sad story
23 July 2014
Mad is the man
Who schemes and scams
Desire now plots
True empty lots
Be shrewd and kind
Find peace of mind
Do not delay
Walk middle way
Ego and pride
Poise follows choice
Utter firm voice
All in due time
See the end rhyme
Prepare your grace
To greet each face
Such is the way
Survive and play
29 June 2014
Lines in sure rhymes
Weave thoughts in time
Bear a good write
Watch muse now cite
Instruct your pen
Align moods grand
A verse in time
Saves more than mime
Let silence speak
Within word peak
Stillness know poise
In silent voice
Verse simply shows
What we don't know
The more we say
Is how we pray
Words are mere sounds
Symbols that ground
No need to ask
For light to bask
Verse lines in truth
A mystic proof
Look within words
Heed voice unheard
23 November 2014
No wonder God allows them flight, to reach up to the skies
Their beauty is so visual, appealing to the eyes
Their wings of lightest feathers, with colors ever bright
Allow the many types of birds to so often then take flight
A freedom they possess is in the beauty that they share
As we upon the earth watch in splendor and with care
We dream of being one of the many types that fly
So, we as well, can be gazed upon, as we take then to the sky
rain comes down we're not so glad
spoils the picnic plans we had
but we see the beauty there
arching upward through the air
Ava says lets take a walk
through the raindrops,have a talk
of the beauty rainbows bring
so i find i love the rain.
Look up and out
The dawn now shouts
Soft in light tints
To hurl fine mint
Light blots the dark
Unveils bold sparks
Calm and serene
Watch beauty screen
Peace stays here now
As light endows
Let love now trace
The path of grace
Let faith now own
The path unknown
Let hope reveal
Life pulse you feel
Dare greet the day
With smiles that stay
Dare to be found
In holy grounds
Dare to live fact
In lovely tact
Wear a bold style
See thoughts worthwhile
Feel how you feel
Live love that heals
25 November 2014
Upon the far off hill, with the sun beating down
are just hundreds of flowers that grow from the ground.
Each one is distinctive in its very own way
And each has a fragrance that will make your head sway.
The loveliest of flowers, oh yes, to behold
Planted by the eternal gardener, or so I am told.
He planted the seeds with thoughts and with care
With the hopes that his people will see beauty there.
He knew all too well of the beauty He had made
The senses they all please and the comfort they gave.
He knew that in time we would return at an hour
Of need for love from His most fragrant of flowers.
He had blessed all the petals and stems with His touch.
He gave each one beauty and love, almost too much.
He made this a heaven on earth for all to then see
But t’is better to smell, of the fragrant beauty.
I believe in the power of weather
And a teardrop from the sky is enough
To keep me in bed all day;
The sad look of the moon
Is all it takes to get me crying again.
I believe in the beauty of tears;
The humdrum, daily suicide
I commit everyday.
I believe in nature,
When nature holds a pen
I don’t believe in you or your cause
I only believe in my own—
Anymore, anyway. What the hell
Is belief anyway? It was never any excuse
To live. But only a death-justification
Hope for resurrection and prayer that
Someday this could all be over—
No better yet, this could all get better!
Well how much better can it get?
We’re already living in hell.
I don’t want to see anything better than this
Because it might be worse than hell
I believe in the beat of butterflies wings,
The ones no one else seems to appreciate.
They keep afloat that which is fragile;
Keep in air-motion that which usually crawls
And go unnoticed in all glory and I’m not satisfied.
Not satisfied with you, not satisfied with me
Not satisfied with watching the damn butterfly all night long,
Not satisfied with this verse.
I believe in the beauty of ugly.
I believe in not pursuing anything that I love wholeheartedly.
I believe in love, sometimes,
Othertimes, it doesn’t exist.
I believe in mania, mania sets me free
I don’t believe in mom, I believe more in spirits
Than I do the spirit of my father.
I don’t believe in psychotherapy
--for why I want to be a therapist
I don’t believe in tornadoes,
Thunderstorms don’t exist
Except in a perfect world
So they’ve ceased to occupy my dreams.
I believe in paint splotches
And the beauty of wax.
I believe the two together can make this
World an uglier place.
I believe in intuition,
Reading poetry is a lot like running in a race.
From the start to the finish, one must set a pace.
Read it, as if you were reading, to a great big crowd.
Do not be timid, read the piece and read it very loud!
A poem is a piece of art to which one may return.
Admire the beauty of the difference…forever you will learn
that poetry, within itself, is beauty self-expressed.
Within its words, find the meaning. You will then be blessed.
Focus on the punctuation to place emphasis on each word.
The sentences will be right and then not sound absurd.
When you’re reading, gather thoughts and maybe, too, believe.
Most of all, between each line, it is important that you breathe.
In time to come I see the beauty of nature
I see the winds so full of exciting fervor
The December rose flourishes in Summer
The sea strays in its own lapsidaisical way
In time to come I see the beauty of peace
I see the people so happy, peaceful and gay
There is laughter as far as the ear can hear
And merriment is the order of the year
In time to come I see serenity and harmony
Where people are judged not for how wealthy they are
There is unity in crowds and untold delight
And malice is a word that has lost its right
In time to come I see the rough winds shudder
For the darling way all behave with one another
There is freedom and wonder wherever you appear
And honesty is a trait we all hold dear
In time to come no anger survives
Where lies and deceit the backdoor have found
There is no fear and disaster here
I hope and pray this day is near