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Within the warmth of home, I sit amazed
at the gentle fall of snow through window pane.
Cup of tea in hand, my layered thoughts unchain,
and tumble from the tip of tongue unfazed
to land upon a pristine page appraised,
aided by the silent fall through snowy pane.
Oh, the soft white wintry glow 'pon the lane
leaves a graceful drape, Lord be praised.
Within the warmth of home, I muse on themes
of days to come and those gone bye and so,
I thank the Lord for all of nature's schemes,
for the gift of time, for peace, and for the snow.
Oh, make the blanket deep, I wish to dream,
may all my days and 'morrows have this glow.
Alone atop a hill,
an ornamental willow
dances in the breeze.
Long limbs form a lovely gown
that gracefully sweeps the ground.
Adored by the sun,
the willow is not weeping.
She blooms rosily!
April’s first shower has passed;
for the sun alone, she shines.
The Solo Dancing Ornamental Tree (new title for the sonnet version)
An ornamental tree with willow leaves
upon a promontory stands alone.
In April’s breeze, each limb, cascading, weaves
with fragrance. She is dancing on her own.
I wonder how she came to be at all.
Her roots lie in a solitary place
where few traverse to spy her - lithe and small -
there moving in rain’s aftermath with glee.
In small degrees, the sun has climbed the sky.
No longer pallid, he is smiling down
upon the swaying willow. By and by,
Her graceful limbs shine like a lacquer gown.
Her lovely blooms have opened to expose
The splendid blush of buds with hue light rose.
Because of eyes as warm as honey, I
was melting, but the love I first believed
was shown me in his gaze was but a lie.
He uttered not a word; I was deceived!
He leaned in for that first romantic kiss.
I melted more; my heart did somersaults.
How easily that man could bring me bliss.
But I would learn his luscious lips were false!
His gorgeous body, hard, pressed into me.
I felt his fingers softly touch my skin.
I totally dissolved! How cleverly
he’d worked unspoken lies on me again!
That young man with his beautiful brown eyes
at last destroyed me with his beautiful lies.
English Sonnet written 12/14/12 (late at night as most of my sonnets are!)
for the Beautiful Lies Poetry Contest of craig cornish and now for PD's
There’s a path of flowers I glide across
Such a beautiful color made of gloss
Orange pieces of delight made to pass
Within this meadow that is long to last
The blades of grass are surely tall with pride
Turning colors from green to brown inside
There’s a lone tree in the sight of the field
Where orange and red leaves become its build
Flowers impact this field in retrospect
Looking at it from my past with respect
Power of the flower is prominent
Secure in my heart which is dominant
Orange is the color of the plant’s choice
Field is glad of their presence, they rejoice
You ask me to explain what is love,
To my eyes, love is dead, it does not exist.
You say love is gentle as a soft dove
To me love is something I do not miss.
You say love is as beautiful as a rose,
But to my eyes, love is a waste of time.
You say love is eternal as a pose,
I say love will never, ever be mine.
You say love is a passion that I need,
But to me, love is just an illusion.
You say love is like a beautiful deed.
I choose not to believe this delusion.
You can’t live without my love any more
Then is your love something I should ignore?
I walk in the garden
To see the roses
While the dew is on the grass
So pretty to see
A place to be
Where sun shines through
A blossom so sweet
It opens up like a woman
The rose is strong
When the wind blows
While the rain falls
The storm blows
A rose is beautiful
With the grace of a swan
Long stem and thorns
It will rip you
Give's you joy
Lot's of pleasure
A big delight
wandering in thoughts.
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love
Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love
The girl in the corner
With her headphones in
To drown out the voices
Screaming "your too ugly, your too thin".
The girl that wipes away
the tears in her eyes
Who hides her broken heart
Behind fake smiles and lies.
The girl who's always laughed at
because she is "unique"
One day you will realize
that little girl is me.
And one day I wont be laughed at
For being different or unique
Because one day ill be wearing
A pair of angel wings.
In Gods eyes were all perfect
There's nothing wrong with that
And the day I go to heaven
Ill stop getting laughed at.
Beauty always seen by the beholder
That’s what I have read and always believed
When someone is sad and needs a shoulder
Don’t knock them back with words you can’t retrieve
They may be plain of face, but pure within
Eyes might not sit right or nose all askew
Being ugly would you say was a sin
Have you ever thought what they think of you
So before you say that beautiful lie
Put a smile on your face to make it true
Look into their eyes and say with a sigh
You are so beautiful and I love you
Remember beauty fades when of the skin
Real beauty is always shining within
a shakespearian sonnet dated 10/12/2012
Conceived in darkness far from land
Such beauty from a piece of sand
Bathed in the arms of the emerald sea
Marvelous that the pearl came to be
Luster heightens through the years
Perhaps softened by my lady's tears
Once nestled in her gilded chest
On red velvet they safely rest
She cradled them in her gentle hand
Each one held by a silken strand
Then falling 'neath her auburn hair
A gift from nature hanging there
The pearl's beauty we do embrace
Such a simple gem of lasting grace