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Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Beautiful day

Oh how  beautiful the day you  gave to me
 
A new and bright glorious day your mercy is new and your love is fresh
 
Lord I desire your ways and  your rest to see your hand touch my life
 
Is great and peaceful and keeps me right
 
 
 
I stand  and look inside my soul
 
The way you make things unfold
 
The little things Lord they make me new
 
The touch of the wind gives me life from  you.
 
 
The flowers and  there fragrance are lifting me up
 
I love you Lord your precious to me even though I fail and wander you take me in and make me humble
 
Your  ways are glorious why can't the world see the light you  give inside me take my hand Lord help me be
 
The woman you made when you set me free.
 
 
 
Written by:©Betty Bolden
 
9-6-04
 
All poems are copyright!©


Details | Rhyme | |

Whispers of Light

One frozen winter with icicles sparkling,
And heavenly voices wafting through trees,
The tiptoe of fairies laughing and crunching
Sweet scents of angels perfumed the breeze.
Sunshine in treetops brought morning prancing.
Bright puffs of stardust tingled butterfly wings.
A whisper of light like diamonds came dancing,
And melted my soul into silent repose.
Woodpeckers rat-a-tat-tatted on trees.
Whip-o-wills rustled in nests built of leaves.
Songbirds flew fluttering while sparrows sang.
Soft voices of angels through my daydreams rang.
Oh, symphonic morning with whispers of light,
Evoke in my soul a spiritual delight. 
Euphorically, musings sent visions spinning.
Lifted my sorrows and pampered my soul.
Angels silhouetted at the dawning that day,
Forever remains a most wondrous sight.
This vision was given with love from above.
One frozen winter in whispers of light.

Ó February 11, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Whispers of Light
Sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle


Details | Rhyme | |

Tamed by a Red Rose

I sat in the park
On a dark Autumn day
The rustle of leaves
Natures death bouquet
 
They swirled and spun
Around my park bench
What i witnessed next
Made my cold hands clench
 
Where the leaves dispersed
An angel appeared
Tattooed dressed in black
My life for i feared
 
On approach to me
My heart raced
A black angel
To me face to face
 
As i await my fate
She sees what i hold
There's a sadness in her
As tears start to unfold
 
She has spotted the red rose
I bought for my girl
As all around
The park started to swirl
 
Leaves flew
In sporadic directions
Tree's cried
Like hurtful infection
 
The sky darkened
As thunder rolled
One lightening flash
And lo and behold
 
As i raised my head
She was smelling the rose
Her feathers of black
In outward pose
 
Staring, watching
Trying to believe what I'm seeing
A black angel in the park
With a entranced human being
 
The clouds dispersed
Just as soon as they came
The tree's stood silent
And the leaves did the same
 
Her hands clasped
To her breast they close
This black angel cries
Tamed by a red rose




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy4.php


Details | Personification | |

I Am Moon




I am Moon Shining in the Night Softening the Earth's Darkness With my Subdued Light


Details | Limerick | |

From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - E PLURIBUM ANUS



RIPAE BENI DEAU VER

In modus fasciculumque Brady pus.
Rogationes, confractum egemus.
Minara excommunica
Ripa nostra, sus amica,
Sic superbum precum, pape beatus.



Story:
http://www.sloveniatimes.com/president-to-attend-pope-francis-s-installation-mass#komentarji


The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand moves in mysterious ways. Just ignore him. 


www.jesus.si


Details | Sonnet | |

Forest Nymph

     FOREST NYMPH
Deep in the forest, where the world is mine,
and lost to everyone I've ever known,
so dark in day where sunlight doesn't shine
except in silver streams all mine alone,

she came in gentle, warm and summer rain,
out of a misty light, with searching eyes,
and all to soon she found my joy and pain
before I had the time to realize.

I'd never be the same, from just the look,
into her eyes, so deep and far away,
and then she read my life, my opened book,
I'd sur'ly bared to her in summer play.

The fear of God is all I can compare
to how she looked, and how she found me there.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Peace Be Still

I kept searching for years when the answer I seek was so near. I kept looking for a profound  answer but found myself on a wearisome path, marred with interminable disasters. I emptied the desk drawers and throw out the old files. I emptied the filing cabinet but the answer was still not there. All I felt was the universe kept beckoning me to come. 

I fasted and pray and deny myself of all worldly  pleasures, but the answer I seek was not within my reach. Several answers came in a timely manner but they were not for me. I have encountered years of infinite austerity, months of deprivation and mishaps cluttered my bold path tempting me to abandon my faith and walk the other way, but in spite of these adversities, I stood strong as my unwavering faith and intense determination kept pushing me to go on. So I kept searching, hoping that one day I could find the ultimate answer.

I trod over hills and valleys, landing on hard terrains, mingling in the company of peculiar, and hostile people. Their extraordinary culture with aged old structure impersonating facetious behavior, and its deceptive spirit framing the heart of its inhabitant whose goals are branded in the epitaph of death. This was not what I had hoped for, I had hoped for something new; something comforting and inspiring, an experience to refresh my sprit, stimulate my mind and relax my burdensome soul.

I have always think big, and have big dreams you know, I have great dreams to explore the universe, immense dreams to make new discoveries and create something fantastic for humanity. I always dream of having plenty and everything that I need. Dreams of waking up in the mornings and walk on the beach with my friends and family and view the sunrise from a distant.

I have splendid dreams to undertake something kind and special, dreams to create something extraordinary, dreams to start my own business, but everywhere I turn, all I experience is disgracful and outrageous dishonesty. I stumbled upon crooks, scammers, liars, criminals, unkind, heartless, cruel, ungrateful and mean-spirited people. Mind you, I have met a few warmhearted ones by the way but they soon become poisoned forcing me to walk away, and they too quickly fade away.

Hoping from one extreme to the next has caused me to seriously contemplate the reason for this senseless path. The hustling and bustling, squeaking and wailing and dust waiting to be sprinkled over the troubled ground. The wind is blowing extremely hard and tides are rising high and my boat is sailing peacefully amidst the furious tides. 

I delved in a motionless sleep and went on an adventure way out in the deep; I floated for several hours looking up at the clear blue sky anchored in the heavens and the galaxy interwoven around it with ibillion of stars staring energetically at me while the night apologizes sincerely for my cluttered and winding path; it rocked me tenderly like a babe, and listened patiently to my pains. It pulled out a sophisticated handkerchief and gentle dried my woeful tears, then whisper quietly in my ear “I have the answer that you seek my dear,peace, be still” I looked around but no one was there.
                                                                                       
                                                                                   ©2015 Christine Phillips


Details | Personification | |

Whether

As I opened my eyes with a sound,
Which was of a little sweet bird around,
Humming softly on the window beside,
Calling the sun out from its darkened hide.

It pricked me to think of someone,
Someone close that i knew,
The quality of keeping hope alive,
And always expecting the rise anew. 

I walked upto the window frame,
And saw a view no one can tame,
The sun rising on the horizon, 
Spreading its shine in all the region. 

Again Someone came to my mind,
A very Dear person i knew, 
The quality of spending smiles everywhere,
Even if you have earned a few. 

The breeze slapped in my face, 
And shook me out of laziness,
Pure and refreshing as i felt,
Now looking with more easiness.

The slap made me remind once more,
Of the same person i knew,
Her rejuvenating laugh and her kind words,
As lovely as a Cat's "Mew!" 

The bright day with colorful scene, 
Calling you to get out and breathe,
Trees, grass, flowers and bees,
Together creating a wonderful wreathe. 

At this moment i became just confused,
Because it struck me weird again, 
Of the same person i said i knew,
As she resembles the extraordinary aine. 

Her laughter as it brightens me up, 
Pushing me to live some more, 
Various in forms and one in sense,
Awakening me to love a little more. 

Soon i was baffled so much,
That is she like nature or nature like her? 
Or am i just feeling all this non sense!
Because i know i am not making any sense!

Soon i gathered myself together,
And talked some reason in it,
Who is it that i love more? 
Is it the nature or Her love for me infinte?
 
Then i found the answer to my question,
In a very profound manner,
That no matter who i love more,
She has those qualities to garner,
Its about her and my love for her, 
That makes me feel this way,
Whether nature always remains this way or not, 
She will always remain the same,
That ''US'' would never get apart, 
For she ll always remain in my heart,
Whether nature may not be upto the mark with time, 
But she ll always have that spark and she ll always be mine.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror


Details | Light Poetry | |

Beside me

The night of the fallen,the fall in the deep
I wake up exploring my thoughts in my sleep
I shake up believing it all was a game
Taking me under an ocean of rain

You stand there beside me to ease up the pain
Without you it's all just adventure to gain
A proud face- the star leading me on my path
Shining, to give me the strength of your light

In order are finally all priorities set
Happiness, joy from the world to get
Go, fight, become whoever you want,
Your dreams are all yet to be found...


Details | Rhyme | |

4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.


Details | Rhyme | |

A poor child's saying

In autumn the trees
were shedding their leaves

i was sitting in the light
watching the lovely sight.

i felt the moving breeze
which indeed made me please

there i was- among the rocks
my feet didn't wear any shoes nor any socks;

i looked at my clothes;all dirty and torn
this was what i had months ago worn,

i was still the same
without a name

even the autumn was same
but every time it came

it re freshened my soul and made me glad
and forget all the things that made me sad

true, most of the rich are luxuriated and pleasured in jeweled lump
but the pleasure obtained by the mesmerizing nature's beauty lies within the reach of some...


Details | Quatrain | |

Beautiful, Glorious Day

Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!


Details | Haibun | |

Trees

Watch and listen carefully.
There, do you hear the stirring?
Wander over and move the bracken
see the hedgehog scurry away,
now fat and sleepy


Tall pines are waving
as the gentle breeze blows
branches are dancing


Aromatic scent of their wood
floods the valley, everything
smelling so fresh from the tang.
Birds sing out in happiness
perching high up in the canopy.


The mighty oak who's
heavily laden acorns
crash down to the ground


Squirrels quickly gather them up
to store for winter hiding them
in hollow trunks and small cracks.
Then tuck themselves up
in their dreys to hibernate


Horse chestnut ripens
swelling up in fruition
kernels taste so sweet


Now the hot chestnut sellers
stand by their braziers
toasting the nuts
passing them out in
brown paper bags,
watch the child tossing one
from hand to hand
impatient for them to cool


Ash stately stands guard
over the silent churchyard
no trespassing here


Well tended graves
nestle under its canopy
crosses and angels standing watch too,
a quiet place to come and reflect.


Yew so poisonous
keeps the animals at bay
protecting the graves


Details | Ballade | |

The Angels came today

This poem is about a mystical experience I had whilst walking the wetland trails one day.


Angels came today

I think my angels came today
They stayed with me a while
Young Michael well he made me laugh
He really made me smile.
He made me happy with his ways
As he made my old feet dance
It seems he’d make me act the fool
Any time he got a chance’

He came with me on the wetland trails
He had a sense of humor
They say he really plays that horn
Perhaps it’s just a rumor!
He made me dance along those paths
Put lightness in my feet
And then came Angelique too
Oh she was very sweet.

Angelique, wondrous angel
Did hold me in her gaze
It seemed that she will always try
Some pain then to erase
Her eyes were lovely mystic blue
All love, and rich compassion
As she glided into me
In an angel kind of fashion.

I know not if these feelings felt
Were the play of restless mind
Or if these two indeed were angels
And yet they seemed so kind.
They gave me laughter
Gave me love
And I hope we meet again
For I felt within their blessed presence
The absence of all pain.


Details | Haiku | |

SK- 4

Silence has spoken
From the roaring of the tides
God is a river


Details | Imagism | |

An Angel Weeps

Look all around you
what do you see?
a world that was beautiful

Look closer, draw near
look from above
see the gnashes

There are great bare patches
de-void of their trees
just dust bowls

The angel watches
and her tears fall
like rain

As each lands
it heals the land
new growth appears

Soon a host of angels
each one weeping
their tears restoring all


Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Tragic Feather

Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped

Were thou thus, shunned, cast away 
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk

Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze

Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys 
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots

An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
                                   the more of naked souless crops


Details | Personification | |

THE END GAME THE END




         **********Note: The Game is over********



The second batter put th ball
             Over the fence
No one knew where it went
It screamed and it screeched the sky
And burdened it's silence with light
        --------
Their was an Angel in deep middle field
It was also an Angel of the LORD
He really fielded it hard....
      ------
He swept so high
That he breech the sky
He braved the breath of
Death and Eternity
But, He make it back eventually
      ------
He cast that ball in the name
              Of the Lord
But, He didn't cast that hard
And as it turned out
The game was won
In the name of the Father
And the Holy Son
And this is how we have
To end this pun!


                 Poet Author
                 Gary FIELDS


Details | Free verse | |

The Outdoors

In Ontario, you can’t go anywhere without seeing a tree.
Here, all is green and beautiful. I caught a fish.
Rowing against the current, the wind, and the rain.
The hills, the beauty of night stars shining bright.
The deer running frantically, before they are shot.
Not wanting summer to come to an end.
The roars of the dying bear, bleeding and waiting for death.
The night so dark I can hear howling at the moon.
Without thought I carved and starved.
With tons of fish I wish to eat.
I have no knife to cut or gut, these
tons of fish. I wish to catch some more,
what a chore. Chanting camping songs
all along awaiting wishfully for the heavenly fire.


Details | Free verse | |

spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


Details | Free verse | |

Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning


Details | Rhyme | |

Angel Dust

‘Purer than the Driven Snow’, has echoed throughout the years.
Why? You might ask… is it thought to be so…so very dear?
It fascinates and boggles the mind, in so many interesting ways.

The white it shows, is truly the purest white, we will ever know.
Intricate shapes are beyond belief, never one the same, to show.
Millions do fall in a single storm, that’s a miracle, too, I say.

It can blanket and protect the ground from a day’s deep, hovering cold.
It holds our minds in awe, so very white, reflecting its’ light into our soul.
It sparkles in the deep moonlight, inspiring us to our knees, to joyfully pray.

And where does it come, but from the heavens above, on a very cloudy day.
A playgrounds dream, where imagination sings, and sends us, to its’ display. 
Where snow angels are made, on a winter’s day… in such a touchable way.

 This I do call… Angel Dust… God’s Gift… for us.


CSEastman For Angel Dust Contest 10-14-2013


Details | I do not know? | |

Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.


Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.


Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.


Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,


through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow



Details | Free verse | |

OF a Tree, Thee, and an Angel's Fee

Force feed me the taste of your skin

‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart

even you will have to try hard……to save me now

I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions 
as they devoured the subtle softness of me 
drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership
intimacies’ sweetest embrace 

But too…you move to me 
with a ferocity that mowed the grass down  to a short golf course length 
from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago

The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate 
Love
that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well
 
like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair 
………………………………..you see how this goes …with true love

We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces 
and on each other on Facebook 

Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread


Tread on me beloved!
till I am awakened 
to our lips 
 which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again

taste 
smell 
the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self

Is it me you feared 
as you said Good bye?

How little you know me 

like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time 
from a base long song of deep roots and strong center...so beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah
The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel 
who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders
moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within
and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself

so my love knows no limit 
my soul no separation
and my being no longing


Details | I do not know? | |

Lessons

     I tried to drown my sorrows, but they learned to swim.  Which taught me you can't run, you can't hide from our less than perfect side.  Even though the dog paddle is all you know.  Try hard to swallow your pride.  Because sorrow is along for the ride.  Sorrow teaches us to realize and appreciate the times that don't bring tears to our eyes~~Blessings  Catfish      3/17/2014


Details | Couplet | |

QUEST

I'm leaving town on a backwood's quest
in this world even lions.. need their rest

Thoughts of this solo journey make me thrill
peaceful solitude for me is such a big deal

God knows in His Kingdom I work and invest
there's not another man that feels more blessed

God's chosen angels sometime need to heal
escape life's busy rush and get away to be still

Here, out in nature, is how healing is dressed
The lion regains his roar.. oh I'm so impressed

Angels regain their wings nature's curative pill
out here you touch heaven, you see and feel

Date: 6-15-14


Details | Sonnet | |

The Lady Suffers

The Lady Suffers 


What of the slow falling of morning dew 
rain that sets a cold shiver upon you
A sky that dances to yet mock anew
goodness and gentleness surely your due!

Can earth dare to ever this one reproach
promises of your sure sweetened approach
Pretty maiden of your innocent ways
sends joy into glorious summer days!

What of wind that so evilly blows
away all sacred words that you compose
Dares wickedly ruin your pretty hair
disrupt loving mood of my lady fair!

Nay, Nature careless , so very cruel 
made up of harsh acts that so rashly rule!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-24-2014