Whilst I gaze so warmly in your eyes my dearest,
I see deeply your pure angelic soul of love
Reflecting like a radiant flight of a dove,
Charting its flight on so high emotions purest!
Our spirits ascend high in the sky so clearest
To the very boundaries of Heaven my love,
Where the power of brightness is God’s best above.
Your look of precious love is always mine dearest!
When we kiss so passionately our lips so melt,
As we caress warmly emotions are so felt!
Why we do this darling defines our love so dear,
As counts the worth of angels’ blessings to be here!
How we love each other so matters on God’s Earth,
Your look of so precious love exceeds all gold’s worth!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, December 05, 2014
(Petrarchan Sonnet poetic format in Iambic Hexameter)
I am a wish a prayer from mortals lips
That reached heaven and touched God’s fingertips
And returned to earth wrapped in flesh and blood
A gift from God’s unconditional love
So love and cherish me as God does you
And guide and teach me well in all I do
And through the years a garden we will grow
Filled with the fragrant beauty of the rose
And on the day I reach maturity
And feel the need like leaves to leave the tree
To show the world the colors that are me
Rejoice in all the beauty that you see
For I am your child the gift that God gave
No More than a wish and a prayer - away.
Author: Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
Author: Elaine George
I feel Gods breath in nature
The birds are singing. Beautiful it be
The trees are swaying on the morning breeze
Oh how it fills me with such mystery
Oh my, how nature fills me with such ease
I love the flowers; love the birds, and trees
I feel Gods breath in everything that grows
Something it glows within the heart of me
A force of love so deep within me flows
When I’m with nature something in me knows
That God is good, how can this not be true
When birds sing out, I always feel his glow
The perfume of the flowers brings it too
Oh, nature, how she thrills me through, and through
Seems, God is there in everything I do
17 November 2014
Obviously influenced by the English sonnet there ia also still a Celtic influece in making a link from stanza to stanza.. It still follows the three quaterns and a couplet pattern, but each stanza is linked to the next giving a rhyme pattern of;
a. b. a. b. . b. c. b. c. . c. d. c. d. .d.d.
Here is an example. It is written in 10 syllables throughout.
Featuring:) Giorgio Veneto
She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain
before the time they met - her steps commence.
She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum,
her love turned to escape and cloudy string
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring.
The first light cotton mists with summer rays
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land,
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays,
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand.
Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.
Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN
FRAGRANCE OF RAIN
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
When the sun sets and says its sweet goodbye,
It leaves an immense kiss mark on the sky,
A promise that it’ll return tomorrow,
To take away all our fears and sorrow.
Its kiss mark is dappled with lavender,
Birds hover above to feel its wonder,
The silhouettes of mountains and the trees,
An art of prosperity, joy and peace.
Its kiss mark is in hue of pink and red,
A fiery love of God sent with roses,
Feel its tranquility and its warmness,
Panacea on worries that come ahead.
Crimson sky is the kiss mark of the sun,
A dazzling beauty since the world begun.
May 19, 2013
Contest: Crimson Sky
Sponsor: Poet Skat
Contest: Your Best 2013
Sponsor: My loving greatest poet, PD
Whilst walking through the woods one day
A crystal brook there, shone so gay
The sun was shining oh' so bright
As brook reflected all it's light
Buzzing insects all around
Oh' they made a delightful sound
Birds flew upwards to the sky
These parrots made a hue and cry
Carpet of flowers with lovely scent
It seemed this morn way heaven sent
The flowers opened to the sun
This walk for me was so much fun
Sheep bleated from far away
Oh it was such a lovely day
Your kiss is so rapturous my great love;
Your red lips are like red rubies precious;
A love quite special in Heaven above;
And ever no doubt much and more precious.
I know my emotions soar very high;
Your thoughts always pervade my thoughts so true;
You shall never have to ask when and why;
We share our love passion so very true.
Your kiss will always be my special bliss;
Your touch and caress so gentle so warm;
Our eyes gaze softly as we move to kiss;
And our love will be so sweet and so warm.
And by all on Earth I value so much,
Nothing compares with your kiss and your touch!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
(October 14, 2014) (Shakespearean Sonnet)
Breathing in her scent from days gone by
Brings a smile and tears of joy to my eye
Blessings I can count are few and far between
But her beauty is the best I've ever seen
A night of passion, a night of romance
A nighttime lover, I'm lost in her trance
All night together until the rise of the sun
Angels surround us when we were as one
By the glow of the moon we shared a kiss
Beautiful memories, from our night of bliss
Blessings from heaven bestowed upon me
Bringing me happiness the world can see
Each day I remember her radiant beam
Each night I pray that it wasn't a dream
Childhood memories of days in the sun
Running and playing, simply having fun
Hearing the squeals of joy and delight
As our bubbles rise quickly and take flight
See the happy smiles on the children’s faces
Whose bubble will win …watch as it races
That big one’s mine – it’s going to be first
Disaster strikes and the bubbles burst
Borne on a gentle summer breeze
Beautiful bubbles blowing in the trees
Mixing with the blossom floating down
Dressing the ground in a blush pink gown
Time to reminisce of days gone by
Oh how I wish that time didn't fly
Contest: Bubbles and Blossoms – Olive Eloisa Guillermo
~awarded 11th place~
You are a plus size model: sexy, hot
Emaciated woman, you are not!
You have the curves; you have the booty too
Those skinny girls don’t hold a shine to you
You know you’re fat and yet you have that flair
You’re beautiful; you make them stop and stare
You claim your rolls are good enough to eat
Your man, he sees you as a tasty treat
You’ve got tattooed Miss Piggy on your arm
I think that it’s delightful- quite the charm
You flaunt yourself In Big Girl style with verve
Make men just want to touch your every curve
Oh Tess, I do confess, you make me feel
That Big Girls too can have that sex appeal
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Your beauty encapsulated in a word
Perhaps one you never have heard
Coming from the depths of my soul
Into the moonlit night it will stroll
Looker, knockout, sweetheart, stunner
Words that often make you wonder
Do they really know the true you
Or just superlatives that they threw
The words they spew are just fluff
They don't even come close enough
Elegant, alluring, charming, fine
Each one used as a pickup line
The word for you I haven't penned
Your beauty is that you're my friend
Earth’s sphere of fire bids adieu to me
As dying embers gleam across the sea
In rare hues reflected by autumn trees,
Swirling in motion with October’s breeze.
I feel the joy this season has to share
In golden harvest that the branches bear,
And I am thankful for this blessed year,
For divine abundance I share so dear.
The sun and moon take on a special glow
As thunder clouds move swiftly with the flow.
Yes, autumn coaxes feelings to revive,
Those mem’ries of past seasons still alive.
When autumn spreads her dress of lacey frost
I know, in breathless beauty, I’ll be lost.
© 2013 Connie Marcum Wong
Dearest one I think so very often of our special love,
And thank God above daily for that chance meeting,
For this Darling is what our dreams are made of—
And makes seeing you always such a special greeting!
Dreams are the mystical fabric of poets’ ink and verses,
And reflect emotions and tears very special and so rare;
For one’s heart and soul weave into these very verses,
While poets ponder passion pure and love so ever rare!
I sense and see the sweet tears from your eyes so true;
Real emotions they show me always my dearest love,
And your thoughts and passion never leave me blue,
For this Darling is what our dreams are made of—
Our love’s so real and special as we walk life’s path as One,
Knowing our dreams are made of love for two—now One!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
December 9, 2014 (Shakespearean Sonnet in Rhyme poetic format)
Rhyme Sequence: abab|cdcd|efef|gg
A child's beauty contest I watched in such awe;
young girl in a wheelchair to her father, his all.
Escorting her on stage with such grace and pride;
each so blessed to be at the others' side.
A fragile princess in a purple pageant dress;
twirling her first in her chair then lifting her to his chest.
Their dance so inspiring; such an enchanting sight;
so gently he lifted her high up to the sky.
Sparkling, bright eyes and the most beautiful smile;
none deserving of a crown more than this precious child.
An imperfect body, viewed as a gift from above;
her beauty matched only by a father's boundless love.
Beauty in my eyes is not found in perfection;
but in acceptance, uniqueness, love and dedication.
June 29, 2014
Contest: Encore-anonymous positive new sonnet
Sponsor: Elly Wouterse
Own Your Beauty
I’ve known of your beauty for years
Through consummate joy and rivers of tears
We’ve been down some roads that others have trod
In search of His favor, the blessings of God.
Doubt may sometimes cloud your mind
And sometimes life may seem so unkind
So, you may not see the beauty I see
Though why will always be a mystery to me.
Together, we’ll fight for what we call ours
Through winter storms and summertime showers.
I see some things that others might miss
So I walk around in total bliss.
So, own your beauty and know who you are.
In my loving heart, you're always a star.
Written By John Posey
Dancing butterflies and laughter
without a care. A day full of sweet
smelling blossoms fill the air.
Sister's golden hair glistened in the
Summer sun's glow, as Mother blew
colorful bubbles that bounced off
her little nose.
Mother's heart was always full of
love to share and the day of blossoms,
and bubbles will forever in my memories
be kept with loving care.
Precious and few are moments shared
together. This wonderful day of blossoms
and bubbles, in my heart will last forever.
April 6, 2015
Dance and fly round the same old pond;
Ride the free breeze in sun and rain;
Achieve brief grounds with instincts fond;
Glide as you squeeze calm flutter plain;
Observe the scope of man-made stuff;
Now at long last the moment here;
Feel oozing hope not quite enough;
Linger just past the gate of cheer;
Yield to the light that soon must fade.
Heed the warning in joy and grief;
Ask for true sight when deed gets paid;
Imbue knowing in last light brief;
Keep poise of voice in choice that springs;
Urge fuels warm poise with mellow fling.
02 March 2015
A Lover's Query
I cannot love thee any more , nor less
hast thou not thrilled to my nightly embrace
cried about sins I faithfully confess
in shock at my previous sinner's race?
Nay, fair lady think me not a high fool
a master of deceit that sells my charm
tormentor in words so very cruel
ruffian that scurries about to harm!
My lady, looks at me the cock that crows
that preens in the morning to please the Sun
strutting, pleasing your eyes as our love grows
do you speak soft and I come on a run?
Do we not share this secret lover's bond?
Secret nights of which you are very fond?
Robert J. Lindley 08-25-2014
Warmth's come back to nature once more,
to awaken our taste for love.
And subtle smells make our hearts soar
like canopy of leaves above.
Flowers blossom into the bright,
rich majestic colors of spring.
And purple, yellow, red and white
blooms inspire the songbirds to sing.
Gathering canes of wild roses,
we weave wreaths to hang on each door.
And girls hold sensual poses,
as boys beg them for even more.
These fun sounds of laughter and play,
once were heard every first of May.
I give10 out of ten.!
O dear Lady Andresen
For ur great work sane
It's only boon not bane
The effect does never drain
Also enjoyed by people Spain
More precious than Euro and Yen
It has got a factor humane
You have really a magic caine
Viewership waxes never does wane
Your full name Anne Lise Andresen
Always stuns women and men
May I know your secret pen?
Or where u verse that unique den..!!
When awakened by a golden sunrise call
and birds announcing spring upon my sill...
I'm thrilled to see the night has left a shawl
of green enchantment, dressing every hill !
It painted twigs of every leaf and bough
and tiptoed in while I was soundly sleeping
Spreading news that spring is here, and now
is how a world renews our spirits, sinking
Green has roused the meadows from their soggy beds
and dried the willow's tears, from sadly, weeping
She kissed the leaves before the summer's red
And urged my muse to do some gallant leaping !
Awakened by the bugle's morning thrill
of green that dresses keen on every hill
For "It's Spring, Show Me The Green" Contest: 3/21/15
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
From aggregate supple stellar petals' smile,
spring fragrance bubble spiral free in the air,
their porcelain blossoms dash perfection flair;
suitors bee, beguile the flower by buzzing style,
the blooms' fingers rush to blushes beyond compare.
Bard wind began to sing to serenade the buds in grins
rosy petals breathe a gentle sigh, one long mile...
Afar, some girls and boys see these Belles so rare--
they blow their dreams to root in land fertile.
They hope like blossoms their dreams curve in peak
though trials, struggles may round and round peep
for soon as seasons rouse may their journey begin
To the times their life drifts, avoiding not to weep
These blossoms and bubbles psalm, wisdom speak
O.E. Guillermo and J.A. Fraser
9:37 pm, March 03, 2015
Gracing the night as a pale shining sphere
Shedding her beams o'er the land far and near
Gliding along with the curtain of stars
With her companions, bright Venus and Mars
Light all around me reflects on the snow
Bathed in the presence of Luna's fair glow
Moonlight the same over thousands of years
Shines on the earth as a comfort to fears
Moon that is full, or a crescent that wanes
On through the ages, fair Luna remains
Kissing the slumbering earth with her light
Shining in beauty so soft through the night
As the earth does endure, as the ages roll by
May the moon ever shine as a lamp in the sky
~ Written 2/26/13 for the Moon is my Muse Contest. First Place.
The radiance of our love is so true,
From the first time we met my dearest one.
I saw your eyes, felt your joy, and I knew
That no one else but you could be the one.
Our first embrace was so warm and intense,
And we sensed everything felt nice and right,
And we kissed deeply feeling no pretense,
As we strolled on that wondrous starlit night.
Our hearts and souls have melded now as one,
With our emotions afire my dearest!
Our love and life’s journey has now begun,
And we must keep us ever so nearest!
We have radiance in our love so true,
And pray to God for his divine love too!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
(December 29, 2014) (Shakespearean Sonnet)
Rhyme Sequence: abab|cdcd|efef|gg
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
Beneath the weeping willow
A gentle figure swings
Her dress of white a-billow
While soft and sweet she sings
She sang within this bower
What song I cannot tell
Her hair bedecked with flowers
Blue Canterbury bells
And on into the gloaming
Is heard this pleasant sound
When stars begin their roaming
She lets her hair unbound
Then o'er her form the willow weeps
The night is still -- the child sleeps
Does she even know her place
With grace of beauty on her face
Can she phantom the depths of love
That pulls the high from up above
Granted the beauty of an angels face
The divinely blessed unhuman race
Wingless creature brought so near
The shyness of the bravest fear
No stars can compare to the eyes
No words come forth from the wise
No diamond cut match her shape
Or scenic views from eyes take
What heavenly chore was this
What blood so precious by earth was
Did stars converge to create this
Will wars be fought to make her
To which most blessed will she give
To the bravest the strongest or the
Contest and riddles those olden
Where music and poetry should
adorn this queen
Stark truth can be unkind and hard to hear,
Not always the best choice for someone dear.
A child who is not blessed with pulchritude,
Need not be told, that would be very rude.
If you must lie a bit to make her smile
That little lie may well be worth your while.
You may just find that tiny slip from truth,
When you have said the fairy has her tooth,
Will not be held against you in the end
Nor force you those wide stair steps to descend.
A lie that’s told for lovely, good intent
Is better than the truth with malice sent.
Weigh out your words is my heartfelt advice,
For sometimes truth is not extremely nice.
A Shakespearean sonnet written in Iambic Pentameter
Uplifting morn by the lake
As I sit here beside Lake Joondalup
With silent morn as yet not woken up
Green parrots sing from gnarled old wetland trees
As leaves they dance and whirl on the morning breeze.
A tiger snake he comes, a swimming by
As gulls they screech and fly into the sky
Two kangaroos, so big, and strong, and grey
They seem so happy on this perfect day
The air is filled with so much mystery
I sit and watch filled with serenity
As the sun peeps through the clouds there in the sky
From its orange hue, I hear a raven cry.
As Morning silence Fill’s my very soul
The dawn, arrives and make’s me feel so whole.
30 June 2014 @ 1432hrs.
For Elly's Sonnet contest.
Regardless of the scene, I, determined to stand tall
Wavering, bending slightly on breaths of breeze
Allowing pertness to show flaunting to thrall
My stem of strength tipped enlightening please
Petals prom in blood red, they peak to bloom
My curves of delight like silken sheets, splayed
Undulations tremble as they beautifully plume
Such an attraction so joyous in hungered display
Let my scents lure, tickle those nature tongues
Taste my nectar becoming entranced by I
For every dawn allures my stem to sprung
In stance I'm proud as wanting eyes espy
I, the garden jewel, the prime delicate Rose
Swelling whenever I'm warmed, boy see me grow
The beautiful Red Rose - meaning Passion & Love.
I turn to my girl highlighting Mayday is near
A day of spectacle that the whole village views
There's Jesters of folly and Knights without fear
Witnessing lances and jokes, always going askew
To view such we can venture along different ways
We can stroll by the river listening to many sounds
In awe as we walk amidst most wondrous displays
That on any given day beautiful vistas abound
Decisions, decisions, as we contemplate which way
It's such a special day wondering what to wear
Beauty personified will my Olive be on this day
Knights or Royal Princes, all they can do is stare
So tomorrow we've decided to be our chosen route
Two hearts in decision, declaring what's their suit
Mayday morn now greets as I turn next to me
She my guiding light as beautiful as the dawn
Excitement illuminates for into her eyes I see
Onto my back I lie, that feel she's now upon
Into this day we go heading along the river
Crystal clear translucent such serenity in it's flow
Under greened canopies cooled shaded deliver
Wafting leaved dress in delightful fanned throw
We sense the clearings near for scents we sense
Sporadic clusters in capture of welcoming eyes
Mayday games have started, distant heard suspense
Knights on horseback mounted, now in espy
Now we're in amidst encapsulated we now are
She's here to cheer, her Sir James, soon to spar
Balcony she now awaits, white steed he's now astride
Blinkered pairings gallop towards intended foe
To win this Mayday he, to fight for her his bride
Eliminate his enemy, witness his crimson flow
His lance in now connect, thrown metal disperses
Petals of beauty hurled of rainbows selected
Images of we, now thinking marital rehearses
To know on this day, her intended she's elected
Moments of their previous now in recent past
Knowing they're now free in kaleidoscopic stream
Spectrum of feelings now in view full cast
In colourful extremes, fight for your dreams