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 George
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
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~
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
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
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.
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
Through the glaze from first of morning,
When Aurora spreads her brocade
Her tassels weave through sunlight’s ring
Shimmering on rows of grassy blade.
And midstream, the ponds decorate
A shore dotted with tulips red
In vivid inlays, quite ornate
While dawn’s charm explodes, overhead.
Painted by some godly delight
A daybreak’s grandeur shines aloft
That I, a keeper of the night
Lay wide- awake on prairies soft.
Beholden by sun's harmony
The wisp of heaven breathes in me.
Anonymous Positive Sonnet Contest
Sponsor: Elly Waterouse: dated 7/12/2014
Movement frames insight fond treasures reveal;
Yield to thoughts cheery that feed good feelings;
Seek then that sure light which fields fond appeal;
Till hours with easy verse craft addressing.
Image fond beauty in colours that tint;
Court then a lifestyle that fits your sweet wit;
Moot your own story with flavours that mint;
Ideas now fund smiles in pieces and bits.
Reach for sure passion in timely verse rhymes;
Allow your sure soul to confess the truth;
Choice supports action as magic words chimes;
Live your finesse whole in light waves of proof.
Embalm your posture with grace and fine light;
Succeed your treasures with pleasures of sight.
28 Apr 2014
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