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Details | Ballad | |

THIS IS WHY I CAME

They came to the orphanage, I wasn't thinking too much;
Until they looked into my eyes, And I felt their touch.

An incredible connection, This kind of love I'd never seen;
Things were happening so fast, What does all this mean?

Adopted into the family, Thoughts of despair fled;
My Father's arm around me, I'll never forget what he said:

You have a hope and a future, You don't have to be afraid;
I've planned out everything, Preparing for this day.
Here's your new clothes, I'm giving you my name;
You belong to my family, Son, This is why I came!

One Sunday in church, I wasn't thinking too much;
Until I heard the preacher say, Everyone needs a crutch.

At first it didn't make sense, To think I was broken and lame;
My sins had separated me, I was a spiritual orphan in shame.

I bowed my head right then, Trusted Christ in my heart;
I wanted to belong to Jesus, And have a new start.

Adopted into the family, Thoughts of despair fled;
My Father's arm around me, I'll never forget what he said:

You have a hope and a future, You don't have to be afraid;
I've planned out everything, Preparing for this day.
Here's your new cloths, I'm giving you my name;
You belong to my family, Son; This is why I came!

60 years have now passed, I wasn't thinking too much;
Felt a strange pain in my chest, Grabbed hold of the hutch.

The ambulance came, They started working on me;
I was losing the fight, but I was so ready to be free.

Adopted into the family, Thoughts of despair fled;
My Father's arm around me, I'll never forget what he said:

You have a hope and a future, You don't have to be afraid;
I've planned out everything, Preparing for this day.
Here's your new cloths, I'm giving you my name;
You belong to my family, Son, This is why I came!

Sponsor:Kelly Deschler
Contest Name: Men Only 
Form: Ballad Poem
Date: 4-18-14


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

I saw you yesterday

I saw you yesterday

I saw you yesterday, your features grinned,
some silken scarf was waving in the blue,
I thought of what the rains could not rescind;
our images, that in the fields imbue.

I saw tempestuous, around me shades,
the rain's persistence had engraved your name
upon the slate, around she formed cascades,
inviting flash amid the drops, and flame.

I saw flash yesterday, inside the rain,
how beautiful it was, her kiss of dew
your words became my sails on trip arcane 
the clouds, your messengers, 'mid skies to strew.

I sensed the crooked line reticulate,
the sulfur acrid smell and pale flame's hue,
transmuting to abderian road skate,
zigzagging on a water copper tube.

The flame transformed to runnel flowing laughs;
the rustling of droplets on the leaves,
combined the bright and shapely drawing graphs
with clouds to form above, celestial eaves.

I saw flash yesterday, my features grinned,
like silken scarf was waving in the blue,
I thought of what the rains could not rescind:
two images, amidst the fields imbue.

© G. V., 10-21-2013, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic pentameter)


Details | Sonnet | |

On every tenth of June

On every tenth of June
 
The sea waves splash upon the moors for years 
and shadows draw along the walls festoons
unspoken verse, conceived on silent piers,
the advent of our loneliness attunes.
 
That day of June remained our only fair
and minds' ascension to the astral reign,
blooms' multitude and fragrances’ affair
a purple thistle on the field and rain.
 
Remember me, a windy song and laugh,
our holding hands and young, the Summer’s call,
we celebrated then, upon the wharf
and acanthine of solitude's dance hall.
 
On every tenth of June my eyes embrace,
above the summer moors, your lines of face.
 
© G. Venetopoulos, 06-14-2013, All rights reserved
(English Sonnet)


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Three Hundred

Three Hundred

The wraiths were ringing dead wrought bells
while closely passed the shady shapes
of woods in dusk, where red indwells
communion made from ghostly grapes.

He ran amidst the winds and passed
across the side where grapevines grew,
it was her presence that amassed
small leaves and droplets of fog's dew.

Inside the winds' lone strings accord,
his Bell full-face, was dropped along
the streamlets and horizon's board,
untamed his scopes, they don't belong.

The Astral Chords! He knew this debt;
the skies demand and kill and draw,
the darkened paths his thought beget,
rose thorny droplets on his brow.

Persephone shall be his wed,
subsiding dew the mist regales,
the stringing roar that reaches red,
his greatest bride resigns his trails.

Shall be the threading of winds' howls,
her plea arises from the shades,
homecoming queen from astral halls,
he harks the northern swashing blades.

Ablution's her enjoining black
"Enfold me in the rising dawn
enfold your sadness in the dark
with magistral the curtains drawn".

Acute of wounds she heals and mends
the asphalt of the mists awaits
pristine her bridal thorns amends
while passing through the Hades gates.

Three hundred reasons drew the drapes,
three hundred strings of diligence;
The winds regaled the bride's agape,
his celebration to commence.

© 10-14-2013, George Venetopoulos
(Iambic Tetrameter - Epic)

Three Hundred = 300 Kilometers per hour. The final speed a super-bike of 1,000cc engine is able to outreach.


Details | Romanticism | |

And This Rain

And This Rain

Your verse became a misty trip to distant links
maybe the reason of sun's dodging was false,
affection left behind the borderlines and brinks
reminds of your ethereal, betrothal pulse.

Our time is still, with eyes to shine, conceived,
so is your company, outside my car to stray,
a fog rescinds while slowly falls, two souls bereaved,
the arbor trees in dusky light, remote sway.

The nightly breeze becomes your touch upon my face,
conducts unknown my course to steady effuse,
our steadfast floats upon the brines that dreams encase,
a summer song of longing stills and souls' bemuse.

How many sentiments a railroad trip ascribes
beyond horizon's borderlines and faded strings,
caressing touch of fingertips by airy brides,
- your Sunday advent will become a bird that sings.

Perchance you are bending softly on my scriptures,
inside a car of an expatriating train,
while I recall on Storrow Drive, your nightly features,
- as we have missed our dreamy summer and this rain.

© 10/9/2011, G. Venetopoulos All rights reseved


Details | Lyric | |

WE'RE STILL WE

Just because we're not together
Doesn't mean we're far apart
You may no longer see me
Cause I'm hidden in your heart
I am the warmth in your sunrise
The breeze dancing in your hair
Don't think for even a moment
That I'm gone, no longer there

I'm singing through that sparrow
My fragrance is in the rose
My shade is under the big oak
I'm in the poem you just composed
I still see you in the moonlight
Tell all your secrets to me
I'm closer than you can imagine
Never alone, girl we're still we

*A father on his deathbed pens this poem to his daughter to encourage her when he's gone, to remind her that he will never really leave her!

Date: 11-11-14


Details | Verse | |

The mist around the boulder

The mist around the boulder

She kept her staring eyes beyond the ridge and orange skylines,
where sun descended crowning bells, and dithering mauve thistles;
it was the time the shadows fell upon the fragrant grapevines,
while blue was spreading from the east and winds in branches whistled.

The dark of night embrace'd her form, espouse'd her thought and breathing,
how lonesome was the specter of this shortened time and order
when bold the blades of memories return'd and beam'd unsheathing,
granite became his thought, and hers, the mist around the boulder.

The dark of night embrace'd him, then, and wraiths, above, surpass'd him
across the Acheronian stills where shadowed lifted billows,
bestowed on him armorial vows and her betrothal bracing
of orchard blooms and stalwart deeds among the astral meadows.

© 2015-02-19, Georgios Venetopoulos, All rights reserved
(Iambic decapentasyllabic verse)

Sponsor: gautami phookan
Contest Name: I THINK OF YOU
Deadline: 3/13/2015


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The sea-waves touch


The sea-waves touch your open palms;
along the shore, blue waters bid
when stormy sea henceforth becalms,
and tide engulfs what skies forbid.

When solemn eyes their oaths avow
and roses beckon on your dream,
reach out and find his drifting prow
aboard your trip's perpetual stream.

Cause thoughts, like boats, may drift amiss;
for those who lived in old realms,
eternal love's confession is,
the touch of sea, upon the palms.

Cause those beloved, forever pledge
since prior times,
and search those loves on skyline's edge
who kissed their eyes.

© G.V. 12.08.2013 All rights reserved
(Iambic tetrameter)
(first draft)


Details | Free verse | |

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece


Details | Rhyme | |

Poet's spirit, Warrior's heart

Poet's spirit, Warrior's heart

A poet's spirit once contested with a warrior's heart
  after ten thousands moons had flown silently past 
from that both found they were not far apart
  thus a kingdom born , with peace and love as a start
ever does the grace of love roam and so freely last.....

Robert L.  05-24-2014

Every Universe has at it's foundation love and grace....


Details | Rhyme | |

Breath of love

I wander in the nature’s green, trees in rows the birds preen Like a gem glimmers the morning dew, with a precious diamond’s hue And flowers bloom as I gaze anew, eggs hatch to welcome lives in queue I can smell the wondrous earth, the distant flow of water in mirth It’s a new dawn another day thereof, wherein I sense his breath of love. As I prod on the old man smiles, he delivers milk by cycling miles Passing the farmers sweet abode, the cry of new life reaches the road A child wails by the neighbour’s door, with a sweet candy her eyes adore Roaming the street is a hound grown, pups trailing behind unknown A jocund street undreamed of, wherein I sense his breath of love. My dearest rush out sighting me afar, without whom my life is a war The tiny tots in their cradles lie, as we sing a lullaby This is the world I am part of, wherein I sense his breath of love. © (4 Feb '15) * Honourable mention in the contest 'Enter a poem #1' by Poet Destroyer


Details | Rhyme | |

Love's the Soul's Fire

Love’s a mystical force, that’s laden with nectar and emotion,
That many people sacrifice so much so often for in this life.
Love has the properties of an all-powerful alchemic potion,
Which is said can better help those in such a forlorn strife!

This famous four-letter word has such a unique persuasion,
And has made those lost in it so hopeless to understand it.
Love’s been known to make people quite crazy on occasion, 
Which makes it most alluring and for some—a proverbial hit!

Love does make one very crazy at times because of its sheer power,
And its ever-emotive force affects surely the body, mind, and soul.
Love’s all-pervasiveness puts it in demand daily and by the hour,
And its deep influence is felt so special within one’s mind and soul!

Love’s that special emotion that many never really get enough of,
And as the language of Cupid, it sends signals not always clear to see.
This fuels a person’s fury when he or she only desires to be loved,
And will sacrifice all so greatly while crying even on a bended knee!

Love’s the soul’s fire and it makes one’s life whole and worth living,
And it’s the balm which calms frayed emotions—a surcease of sorrow.
Love’s an enchanted state of being, that when shared keeps on giving,
And with its angelic qualities helps all of us find that better tomorrow!

Love’s the soul’s fire, influenced by Cupid’s most wonderful intent;
And Love, worth its weight in gold is most worth having in our life,
As one seeks its solace and divine rapture on that final angelic ascent,
When God calls one’s soul to Heaven love abounding, free from strife! 
 
God’s message is simple—a special need of love in one’s life and soul,
And that’s why love’s the soul’s fire, which makes us human and whole!  

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, (January 4, 2015)
(Rhyme)


Details | Ode | |

Lady Of My Life

Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind,
summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined,
the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock of my consciousness,
through her eyes I see that mystery is the Mistress of meaning beyond regress,
my manly mouth serenades & suckles the rosy pussy of her prophecy, homage cunnilingus,
revelations irresistible in their heretical invigorations excite our imaginations
as we fornicate a ferocious forsooth soothsaying love's reincarnations,
a vignette of virility forthcoming from fate's far side fortifications
presents a primal promise in paranormal inceptions,

Premonitions primitive in heart heat paint
streak the skin of our desire to design an indigenous heaven,
flesh tones warm fast and feral revealing a vitality of spirituality that tongues detonate,
the Univetse blooms into a Multiverse as she spreads her spell of star spice scintillation
onto my ripened body rendering her rites fertile in rich freight, 
within the brain's wildfire I feel her unction,

Becoming the shaman of our secret skin ceremony
I invoke the spirit of solar youth into veinage voracious for passion's patronage,
sanctifying the unifying lust between the bodily and ghostly unlicensed liberty,
shadow temple of temptation gives offering of blood and song from astral page,
death dream extremes fire hot ejaculation of divine vindication into cosmogony
as she and I have won our now with a win over age,

My Love Muse is more than a woman
she is a savage seduction and a sacred sweetness,
a Goddess of her own Cause...a lover known as Poetess,
her name changes from lifetime to lifetime, yet she is always beauty shown -

J.A.B.


Details | Sonnet | |

raindrops dance


raindrops dance

The falling
raindrops dance, a
bearing wall
retains his memories
of years before,
constructing
solitude, invite his
soul
and form continuum,
above to soar.

Reminding paragon
among beach plum,
intently they
behold, when words
indite,
a skyward calling
are the raindrops'
thrum,
the mirroring of
stares and souls'
invite.

And as the raindrops
dance around and
jump
belike she comes,
'mid silences aboard
foreshadowing the
rainfall drops that
thump,
their night defines
again the winds'
accord.

Her grandness in the
mistle's waving
forms
a solemn cause
became of diamond
storms.

© 06-15-2013, G.
Venetopoulos, All
rights reserved


Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Details | Personification | |

Whispers Within

Whispers Within







I am the spirit of satin stardust and the antiquities of golden memories alive I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun and greet you in the misty morning light I am the steady and rolling drum beat echoing from the jagged heights above I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters' and the freedom birds of love I rise above the white summer clouds in lilting songs of grace and roam with the western tail-winds to take you home again I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty of love hope and faith I have come to tell................ _______________________________________________ Contest~ONE OF YOUR BEST


Details | Verse | |

Eccentric eyes

Eccentric eyes

He felt her molding in his mind with sorcery and guise;
the gorgeous and deceptive maid, out of his poems leapt
confusion causing in his thoughts her almond eyes of vice,
theatrical eccentric play, and Shakespearean script.

Enchanting her Medusa comb with serpents was so crowned,
two wolfish fangs protruded when her dismal glance she gleamed
her howling lifted in the air as sharp as ultrasound,
abruptly, thus, out of his eyes, eccentric feelings streamed.

In order to enchant the maid, he started dancing jazz
he wore a Capri pair of pants and fuchsia polo shirt
behind his ear a daisy bore, with splendor and pizzazz,
his smile allowed three golden teeth to shine virile and pert.

Eccentric was his dance for her, outside the discotheque
with eyes that squinted humorous, he jumped par amor'
the serpents twisted happily and hissed to bedeck
the Saturday performance of his sandals on the floor.

Delighted was her evilness, the snakes their eyes then crossed
because his eccentricity prevailed in logic since
his golden teeth the creatures stunned, ensorcelled and embossed,
and in the maiden's frozen heart, he was transformed to Prince.

© 2014-10-06, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic heptameter)



Details | Rhyme | |

Like The Sun

Like the sun awakened, from slumber grey
Blessing every tortured fray
embraced  my soul, your glorious gaze
and set my lonely heart ablaze
like the sun amass  a brand new morn
upon your whispered wind was born
our love, till endless ages sworn
like sun enveloped, rainy days
you devoured all my hopeless haze…
and since dost now my heart amaze
with joy and laughter, lifes’ rephrase
but like the sun,twas time to set, 
now life dost seem just wretched fret
sunless days chase moonless night
drifting along alas lonely plight
A Godly gift you were to thee
rewarding every desperate plea 
now I must sail amidst raging sea
blind to hithers destiny.
But I shall rise above the moon
Amidst the troubled waters swoon
For love like ours it strengthens mast
To ride relenting waters vast
Till time dost ask for my return
To the place my tethered soul doth yearn
And all my cares shall be set free
your womb my love this soul shall flee
where thine was always meant to be
in Heavens Grace… Eternally


Details | Romanticism | |

I shall betray you


I shall betray you, you just said,
cause life is a lone roses' bed,
thread twined and weaved on canvas grid.

The leaves turn yellow you just said,
because the garlands only fade,
adornment hung - on lonely door.
............
With eminent the lights outside,
impertinent the thorns inside,
the mistle droplets shine on road.

In air descends guarded her veil
I splendid emptiness inhale,
marquee of stars is my abode.

The cadence of my heart's her grace
aloneness that discerns and prays,
- her eyes that stare to nightly fields.

The rain adjoins whom she embraced
when wet my finger tips outraced
her tears and face - caressed eye lids.
............
Arrows of thoughts, that guide my quill
destined to leave, are scared and still,
celestial hue and coastal shore.

Without your voice, my quest and role,
a glassy dome, my soul's extol,
in dark I see your glance's mead.

© 04-05-2013, All rights reserved


Details | Verse | |

Loves Silhouette

 At times deaths vale splits open
 and shadows weave in and out.
 Your presence dances past me
 gently kissing my forehead.
 Rushing air catches my breath 
 and I am filled with peace as
 your silhouette passes by.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.08.2014
Nette Onclaud Contest 
Silhouette of a Heptagonet
7th


Details | Acrostic | |

Angel Eyes Loving You Forever

Angel Eyes Loving You Forever

Always a dream as the stars wink and smile
Never ending beauty shines picture perfect 
Gifted when the moon smiles silver waves
Endless pleasure in a breath of wind sweet 
Love blowing goodnight wishes to Heaven 

Everlasting happiness sings with such elation 
You bring joy when echoes fall silent smiling
Eyes of emotions sparkle golden warm kisses
Sweetly the sun kisses a new day with you 

Longing for your passionate caress everyday
Oxygen needed to calm me down as we touch
Vivacious you are My Sweet always on my mind
In love always everyday with you my Dearest One 
Never ever wanting to leave your side at all   
Great things in abundance result from our love

You are simply the most wonderful person to me 
Our love is a mutual bond that binds us together
Unique signifies the nature of our love My Sweet

First always you are in my heart and soul My Love
Our love, desire, and passion are boundless always 
Ready always to take you in my arms Dearest One
Ever precious you are as my true love and soulmate 
Very intent and passionate always when thinking of us
Ever present we are now in each other’s life My Love
Remembering the love we share forever always one

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (January 24, 2015) (Acrostic)


Details | Couplet | |

Valentine's Unicorn

Valentine’s Unicorn

A magical and most wonderful creature of times old,
With a holy soul filled with love and a heart of gold. 

Harmony, peace, and love pervade her very essence,
And they define all that is good and grand in her presence.

She loves poets, musicians, and all of us who so often dream,
And visits us all in ethereal visions on a radiant light beam. 

This Valentine’s Unicorn is a precious bearer of purest love,
Who possesses angelic power from the very Heavens above.

She lives in our hearts and souls as an enchanted dream,
And shares her love and trust with us all as we dream.

She shares our dreams past, present, and future—
And shall always be a spirit of majestic love in our future.
                                                                                                                      
On Valentine’s Day her love is felt on Earth and in Heaven above,
As she sends us harmony, peace, and love on the wings of a dove!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (February 9, 2015)
(Rhymed Couplet)


Details | Couplet | |

Looking Deeply into Your Heavenly Eyes

Looking Deeply into Your Heavenly Eyes

It’s such a beautiful Cosmos I see in your eyes My Love,
When I’m looking so deeply into your Heavenly Eyes.

I sense love, harmony and such passionate feeling,
As I ponder the warm images I see and feel so My Love.

As you look deeply into my eyes too My Love,
I hope you sense my desire, passion, and love too.

What more could anyone ask for in this life My Love—
For without Love any celestial metaphor is truly meaningless.

And so, sometimes late at night as I dream so deeply of you My Love,
I meld as one with the sight I see so deeply in your Heavenly Eyes!

And I want you to know that I shall be with you forever My Love,
And for the rest of my life and beyond—my heart is forever yours!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (January 16, 2015)
(Unrhymed Couplet)


Details | Free verse | |

A Spirit Leaves the Body Seeking Eternity

A Spirit leaves the body while crying aloud as
Cursing blind hate enters without conscience 
A Hell for the wicked casting names as called
Tears of love weeping in sorrow and anguish 
Dripping red from the heart beating so dear
Devouring feelings eating into emotions I laugh so
To stop the weeping stirring in deep rocks below
Echoing waves of turbulence and such gale force 
Inside one soulful cry sounds in a whispered dream
Begging, desiring to move on from this mortal coil!

But pray tell—must wicked negation like this be
Ever so, if so, then why so?? 
Man-made negation, negativity should never be 
Allowed and the soulful cry must be heard, answered
Divine intervention, angelic powers to the rescue!

A Spirit leaving the body—a solemn event it is
There is no place for such mortal wickedness in this
Instance as the Spirit begins it transformative ascent
Toward the Heavens and the power of the Almighty
Shall answer in kind those mortals who bring their
Perfidy to this most wondrous process that severs 
The mortal bonds of the Earth dimension as the 
Spirit moves on in its new found state and presence
As Peace and Happiness envelop it soothingly and pure
Preparing it for God’s most precious embrace into Eternity!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,         
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (January 6, 2015)                          
(Free Verse)


Details | Tanka | |

Western Skies

  

in bare hands you tilt 
my earth to seek western skies
spirits set the sun
bare feet chase red jasper realms
from black-onyx sky


Details | Couplet | |

Shepherd of Souls

Divine Master most precious crowned golden Spirit 
You who sits in Heaven regal most gracious hear our prayers

Lord and Holy Master angels sing in choir rejoicing 
in Your love we break and share bread with wine

Body and blood in Your suffering for our sins 
Died on the cross at Calvary forgive me my King

I am weak in the eyes of the world guide me 
always and forever in Your light colours freedom Amen.


Details | Couplet | |

When I Leave This World

Inspired by the song "Last Kiss" by Pearl Jam


You had just gotten your first car, a 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air,
We were only seventeen years old and neither had a care,
You came over after school and asked me to go for a drive,
We longed for freedom of the road, we never felt so alive.

Always the gentleman, as you opened the powder blue door,
But, after tonight you would be doing this for me no more,
I remember how the moonlight shined off of the chrome,
When you picked me up and I would never return home.

I cannot ever stop thinking about and replaying our past,
I still remember your soft kiss, and it would be our last,
Because, this tender embrace would never happen again,
There was no way that either of us could've known it then.

The impact was so sudden that I felt almost no pain,
As the car swerved out of control into the other lane,
It all happened so fast, there was no time to scream,
Now my existence is a nightmare, just some bad dream.

My body grew cold fast, but I could still feel the heat,
Of the warm blood dripping down onto the leather seat,
I lay there silently, nearly lifeless, held against your shoulder,
It was then I realized that I would not be growing older.

The radio faded away as I closed my eyes for the last time,
What happened to me was an accident, and not a crime,
I will wait for you on this spot, by the very same tree,
Where most people don't notice, but some of them see.

It's an anniversary, it will be 58 years around midnight,
The misting rain and lingering fog will keep me from sight,
As the headlights go flying by, shining from modern cars,
I'm hoping one of them will be you to take me to the stars.

When I do leave this world, side by side we will stand,
And this bad dream will finally be over as you take my hand,
I am waiting to go to heaven, only you can bring me there,
In your brand new, powder blue 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air.



Details | Free verse | |

The Heart Conception by Love

Why not let Love - be your lover conceiving in heart's womb new born love for others ever-flowing fragrance Breath of I Am Rauch Elohim
geo.vuy. mar.09.2015 Inspired by the poetry of Thomas Traherne. 1637-1674 Centuries of Meditations: Second Century: section 42 "where love is the lover, love streaming from the lover is the lover; the lover streaming from Himself, and existing in another person. One of my most favorite poets whose joyful energy is unsurpassed.


Details | Verse | |

Temujin

Temujin

The purple Royal banners wave above his armor's steel;
the chieftain carries his Mongolian, relentless wit,
young Genghis Khan, the Temujin, applies his sovereign zeal,
to merge the lands beneath his will, the warlords to befit.

Consorted by young Börte of the Onggirat kin tribe,
the martial Temujin receives high honors by the clans;
a skillful warrior invades the lands while his young bride,
awaits; for no one else predestined is to be her man.

The chieftain slaughters hence his passage through the western soils
invincible his tactics are, and triumphs ascertain,
advance his rule, expand his territorial rights and spoils,
while Börte, granting loyalty, in virtue she ordains.

How valued is the flight of eagles that conduct above,
depict trajectories, and soar to vanish where the Gods
embrace the sadness of unanswered prayers and bridal love,
the Royal maid in loneliness, defends against all odds?

So priceless have become their plumes upon the Mongol plains,
where the persistent Northern steppe cold winds enfold the ghosts
and Princess Börte counts her solitude, stands tall and reigns,
believing that her Temujin bestows his kind riposte!

" Support him Goddess of the moon when grooming Charon thuds
and sends the clanging of the steel, commanding thus, the souls,
to travel the descending route of coursing loveless blood,
and through the gusting of the winds, transports their saddened calls. "

© 01-20-2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Fourteener, Iambic heptameter)
GV


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There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .