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ECLIPSE

~ECLIPSE~

The shining light hides behind my eyes,
Comes in a super nova surprise
My spirit glides into the skies,
Spreading the perfect heat like the sunrise

I was like a diamond under the beauty of the ocean!
My current rides out with smooth motions,
Leaving a taste with intense emotion
Captured by my tides, sunk to my love potion

The sun sends my waves like a mirage of snow
I got the moon to favor upon my glow
With every star touching my inner soul
A glimpse of darkness in my light entwining with a massive flow

Blinded by my own ECLIPSE!
My sun & moon collide
Until the day we both touch lips

by;p.d.


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Sensual And Beautiful


                      The sun disappears in the horizon somewhere
                          it's not just me who regards the beauty
                           The horizon is a lovely color spectrum
                              The sky is like a watercolor paper
                                The colors float across the sky
                             Small narrow clouds create stripes
                        The sun drink some water from the ocean
                           Dipped its colors carefully in the ocean
                                  Playing a bit with  the waves
                                       It is an amazing sight
                                    The colors are so intensive
                                     It is sensual and beautiful
                         The sun disappears in the horizon somewhere
                                        I do not know where
                        but it has given me an inner peace and pleasure



03.04.2013
A-L Andresen :)


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The Solo Dancer - Tanka to Sonnet

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.


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Sea Bride

Across the white sand waters
Meld of teal and turquoise hue,
In sunlight, emerald facets, 
In shadow, grays of blue,
First breaking light of heaven,
Tinted sky in tones of shell,
Dancing lights, pearl pink and saffron,
Fleck the bosom of the swell.
On waves of crisper coral
The majestic sun ship sails,
Bright bride aflame in glory
Blushed beneath her misty veils.
Such beauty blinds my vision;
My gaze is downward drawn
To vanilla foam soft swirling
In the footprints of the dawn.

April 16, 2014


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Red Sun

RED SUN

#1
Brimstone's way up past the clouds 
Highlights against the ocean line
Beautiful sunrise, warm texture
Warning, the rooster!

#2
Glorious yellow and orange mixture 
My source of great inspiration
Horizon against the wind 
Unmatched - beauty mark In the sky


 Itty Bitty Co. 


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Love - Sweet - Love



                                                       Hand in hand
                                       Sandy beach with beautiful sunset
                                                            in love

                                    
                                       What could be more romantic than
                                    when the sun is glowing red and orange
                                          melts into the sea somewhere
                               And two who are in love and goes hand in hand

                
                                                       A small box
                                        On his knees in the wet sand beach
                                                     Will you be mine

                                             
                                              She blushes as the sunset
                                                Smiles her lovely smile
                                                        Yes, I would


                                          The sun melts into the sea somewhere
                                    But for a couple in love, the night is still young





08.02.2013
A-L  Andresen :)
("mix poem" )


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Darling It's You

To take you in these arms right now 
flower you rise regal sunflower 
Sparkling petals over a princess
Whispering silently and softly 
I am your pilgrim 
who would do battle
for your sweet loving hand

Fluttering in deep tongues of light
Waving lashes turning over inside the brain
Totally smitten in your shining jewels 
silver dazzling in a milky smile 
Shimmers in your deep delicious beauty love
Always will be forever with me 
inside you my dream

Lady of light you shine a promise made 
sparkling crowns a vision rose
The moon is my banner there and back 
Standing on the edge with you
when sunsets dance their brilliance 
This is were I make my peek 
my total love open 
I have to you 

At those words 
falling I am at you're feet
Worshiping the very ground 
on which you stand out  
Queen of hearts 
who captured this soul beautiful


This I co wrote with someone whom I spent time with writing just to say it has taken to now to post for me this was a very special piece took months to write from a heart 


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CARPENTER

cluck! cluck!! cluck!!

He hammers a nail into the hardwood,
wiping sweat from his brow as the scorching sun prides itself in the middle of the sky.

He examines a curve on the casket he is making,
he is dissatisfied, he grabs a chisel and begins to chisel away carefully.
As every splinter of wood falls to the ground he nods his head in satisfaction,
he stops to wipe more sweat from his brow
he mutters something to himself,
looks up to the sky angrily and curses the heavens for the heat.

But isn't it man who brought the sun closer?
well, that is what the govt official who came to our village told us,
"global warming" he called it.

I wonder why he labours so hard to make this ugly reminder of death look perfect,
the dead do not care about aesthetics,
I do not think they care so much what happens to their bodies here bury it, burn it, they get a new one either way.


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Better with you

Sun sets behind hill
Tries hiding but sky ignites
Enjoyed more with you


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Pursue Love

Pursue love,
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.

We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.

My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.

Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.

-9/26/2013-


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Of Fawn And Fairy

 
Inside this forest
so bright and mild 
a fairy lived
her name, Wonder Child

For all the forest
knew of this girl
to which they knew
she would change the world

A fawn she crept 
upon one day
it sensed no danger
no need to escape

Her acquired ability
to speak with those
on four legs with fur
scurrying would go

She was as a spirit
in the woods she did walk
she would talk to the animals
to her they would flock

She'd gentle reach down
and with the smallest of hands
much like the grains of sand
beside them she'd stand

Together as one
the fairy and fawn
if you close your eyes tight
you may see them at dawn

Donna G Fowler
8/7/06


by Donna G Fowler

Review:
"I have seen the fawn wake up at dawn...
and then she did not tarry.
This tiny deer so full of cheer
set out to find the fairy.

She knew that the winged one
would help her through the day
and with the sun at end of day
would quietly slip away.

But fawns grow into beautiful deer
and time just passes on.
Now the mother deer, it is so clear,
seeks the fairy to teach her own."

Donna, I hope you don't think I am presumptuous to think this would improve on your beautiful poem... No, It is just an example of how perfection can trigger creativity in the least of us...
You have my honest admiration and respect for this and many other fine works in your portfolio... Love Ya! Jake  

Reviewed by jakepayne  

Your review received: 
 
Very helpful

and the following comments about your review:
TY Jake. I admire your wit. What I'd like to see you do is write a continuation of this like you have started. Name it whatever you want, and post me back a message



Mother Doe and Fairy
Inspired by Donna G. Fowler’s
‘Of Fawn and Fairy’

I saw the fawn wake up at dawn...
and then she did not tarry.
This tiny deer so full of cheer
set out to find the fairy.

She knew that the winged one
would teach her the right ways
and with the sun at end of day
would quietly slip away.


 Fawns grow into beautiful deer
as time just passes on.
Now the mother deer, it is so clear,
seeks the fairy to teach her own.

The fairy knew her language
and all the others too.
She had tutored many youngsters
in the proper things to do.

The forest had been good to her
and the years had been kind too.
When the Doe felt life within her
she knew just what to do.

She knew just where the fairy should be
each and every day.
She wanted her to teach her fawn
to live the forest’s way.

The mother doe was nearing
the birth of her first fawn.
She arrived there at the clearing
just at break of dawn.

She sensed the fairy knew --
for she felt her presence there.
The comfort she had sought to find
Could be felt in the morning air.

She lay down in the comfort
of a nearby grove of trees
And quietly awaited there
in the cooling morning breeze.

Then she heard the quiet flutter
Of tiny little wings
She saw the fairy coming
as the birds began to sing.

She now relaxed and soon she knew
the peace the forest sends
And she found herself surrounded
by scores of tiny friends.

They all had heard the news
and all had been invited
To come and see the miracle
of  two friends reunited.



The fairy knew why she’d been called
to this very special place
She was here to help the deer
receive God’s special grace.

It was not long – it had begun
And quickly, it was over.
There lay the mother doe and fawn
in the comfort of the clover.

The fairy then took stardust
and sprinkled it in their eyes.
Now when they exchange gazes
their love is not disguised.

The fairy and the doe and fawn
then went their separate way
knowing this would not be the last
of many special days.

© Jacob Payne
October 20, 2006

Review:
Jake, I knew you could continue this after what you placed in my review. First I am honored that you were inspired by something I started. Secondly, this is an amazing continuation of my poem. You are so visual in this and I could see the field of clover and the new baby fawn. I felt as if I were there watching. Fantastic job my friend.. I'm so excited!!!!  

Reviewed by Donna G Fowler


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BY THE SEA

PART One,,,, as she saw it.


The mountains and the meadows were always so beautiful this time of year.
 It seemed as if a fresh new world always came to life. The high cliffs turned sharply downward.  As I sat listening to the ocean tides smashing against the walls of the mountain below. There was a mild breeze blowing from the south. The grass in the flower covered meadows moved with the breeze. The sun shined so brightly I thought it would melt me at times.

As I stood up from the log where I was sitting by the emerald forest, the breeze pressed my dress against me. It formed to the soft round curves of my breast, down through the curves of my waist pushing against my yielding hips. As I blinked from the sun, I saw him there in the distance. I had thought I was alone. But there he was,  starring straight at me. What would I do and where could I turn? I knew what kinds of thoughts men had, my mother told me all about them. I saw that he was beginning to move my way !

 I saw him there as he saw me. I was paralyzed, not knowing what direction to move. Though as I watched him from afar, he did not seem dangerous as my mother always warned. Still, I could hear her words like a tape recorder in the back of my mind.
               
 Should I dare take my eyes from his? I could see his eyes were dark, maybe brown, or even midnight blue.  What ever the color, I could tell they were smoldering with restrained passions. His hair was long to his shoulder blades. I knew that because it moved with the wind.  He had broad shoulders with long legs. I knew I must not let him reach me. If his arms entangled me , surely I would never get loose. And, I'm not sure I would want too. Even though I heard the words of my mother, running in my head.
 I could feel the tiny  beads of sweat trickling down between my breasts. I was not sure I should take my eyes from him as I leaned down to pick up the fan that had slipped from my hand to my bare feet.

PART ONE,,,, As he saw it .

  The winter snow had melted and yielded to the bright warming rays of the spring sun.  The bears had come out of hibernation with their  new born looking for food. The mountains and the meadows were born again, new, fresh and alive with life.  Everything was beautiful and as it should be. Birds singing, their mating songs blended with the crash of the surf against the steep cliffs of the mountain. Nature was at peace with itself, and I came here to share in this peace.  To be alone with the earth, or so I thought.  

I found a place to sit on the grass hidden among the flowers in the high meadows.  So I could enjoy the gentle breeze blowing while watching the forest animals. The warm sun caressed my body and warmed me. It was a prefect day, yet something was missing. A day like this needed to be shared with someone, someone special.  Stretching,  I caught a slight movement out of the corner of my eye, just across the enchanted forest. Of a beautiful women. It couldn't be possible as no one knew of this place. I had come here for years and had never seen a another person before. Yet, there she was. Dressed in a dress the wind made love to, pressing it to her body. Clinging to the sensual curves of her breast, down to her firm waist and full inviting hips. I suddenly felt drawn to her and stood up. I knew she had seen me as she was starring back at me, as I stood staring back at her. She was a vision. And I was afraid she would vanish if I approached her. Yet, she seemed to be smiling, calling to me as I started walking towards her. I remember the stories my grandmother had told me of the enchantresses that lived in this forest, but I did not hesitate. I would give to her anything she wanted, anything she desired.

As I approached her I realized she was real. She seemed to be looking at me, daring me to come closer. All the stories of the enchantress my grandmother had told me flooded my mind with a warning. Yet, she was so beautiful, so inviting  and I couldn't take my eyes from her. I was slowly losing control with each and every step that brought me closer to her. I knew I was lost as I felt the heat of my desire to be with her, starting to take control. It was a struggle not to run to this beautiful creature , with the golden hair, and angelic face.  As I came closer I couldn't help but notice her sensual breasts rising and falling with each breath she took. She seemed to be smiling, challenging me with everything that made her a beautiful, desirable woman. A woman this sensual, this beautiful, this desirable was surely the enchantress, and I was hers. As a bee is drawn to the flower, I was being drawn to this women.

Suddenly she reached down to pick something up. It was just then I noticed she was barefoot.  As she bent over to retrieve what she had dropped, the sun reflected off her spun gold hair. and radiated a golden brightness that was almost blinding.  Her dress shifted  allowing me to see that her body enhanced her dress, rather then the dress enhancing her body. She would look beautiful in anything she wore.  The heat of my desire for her was beginning to consume me with it's fire. I felt the beginnings of ,,,,,,,,,,   

   

   Nov. 18 1992,,,, Short story I started to write, A friend ask if he could write from a males point of view.


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we are stars

people are like stars,
some are younger,
some are older,
some are brighter,
some are darker,
some are bigger,
some are smaller,
but in the end we are all the same.
all together.
shining bright with our personality.
dont care about what other people think.
its their own opinion.
be unique,be you.
you are who you are, and who you are is all their gonna get.
so shine like a star!!!


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A Starry Shade of Night

Love forever eludes me perhaps because it flies on angelic wings
And yet my earth bound body is beneath the weight of gravity
Its like following a rainbow to an end I'll never see
Or like chasing the horizon as it falls away from me
Will I ever find that pot of gold and embrace a warm sunset
With my heart on sandy shores beneath a sky I won't forget
To become envious of the moon as it illuminates her face
Gently dancing across her skin as it adorns with utter grace
Then inhale the scent of beauty as her lips press next to mine
As I watch the midnight sky reflect inside her radiant eyes
                and in her starry shade 
              Of dim and solitary loveliness
           I learn’d the language of another world
         That I found deeply within one kiss

                                       ~ JJF ~

Delphinus stars 
~Lord Byrons Manfred~


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Sunset Tableau

Watching sunsets flare
Hypnotized we stare.
Horizons last light
Burning orange bright.
Heaven and earth one,
As our day is done.

Used Quote from the Little Prince 
“One day I saw the sun set forty-four times!’ ‘You know, when you’re feeling very sad, sunsets are wonderful.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.15.2014
Nette Onclauds Contest:
Design your Tableau 4th


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Memories

Alone on a mountain top, she quietly sits.
Looking down below lies a dark pit.
On the other side runs a river next to a valley so green.
Pretty flowers everywhere, it’s the most beautiful scene

Overhead the birds are singing as they all fly by.
The setting of the sun adds a beautiful contrast to the colour of the sky.
Animals on the field playing around all so carefree.
This is the place she calls her own, a place to escape reality.

She closes her eyes for a minute, n the memories come flooding in.
Memories of her childhood days, life then was like a dream.
Climbing on the mango trees, making swings out of old tyres
Hide and seek in the garden and playing with toys made outta wires.

Sliding down the banks with old crates and cardboards.
Not missing an episode of star wars and playing with toy swords.
Running around bare feet n not worried about any cuts n bruises.
Having fun in all our games no matter who wins or loses.

Rushing home after school to catch her fav cartoons.
Sunday morning trips to the beach n been there till late in the afternoon.
Holidays and special occasions always celebrated with family and friends.
She opened her eyes n wished those days had never ended.

The sun had finally set, it was time for her to go.
But she will be back here soon, of that she sure knows.
For this is where she finds serenity, her place to be alone.
A place she feels free and far away from home.

She heads on back, an hour’s drive away.
She felt reluctant to leave, she wished she cud of stayed.
But she enjoys the long drive home as she passes a forest of trees
This is how she forgets about her pain by reliving the special memories. . 


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Last Night - Collaboration with Casarah Nance

Take a sip of the sky, Oh what a sight. 
The sun is setting on our treasured night. 
Like romantic propaganda we sit hand in hand, 
and stare out into the shadows of the land. 
Such romantic beauty to behold, 
I'm holding you close so you won't get cold. 
Dreaming of lives together as one, 
as we watch the beautiful setting sun. 
I couldn't ask for a sweeter combination, 
like our poetry, we stir every sensation. 
The power of the flesh, the dance of the heart. 
On love's stage we play every part. 
Mother Nature in all of her glory, 
Plays the backdrop for our love story. 
Two hearts coming together as one, 
our new journey has just begun. 
We could paint a picture, we could write a poem 
We could call this a future, call it our home. 
Its more than words and it is more than lines 
When two lovers with a like mind combines


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YOU NEVER LET ME DOWN-IN YOU I BELIEVE...........

MY FATHER,
         I thank you, if it wasn't for you i wouldn't be here today
         i thank you for loving me unconditionally as i am,
         i thank you for being always there with an ear to hear me,
         i thank you for showing me the paths i ought to walk,
         i thank you for providing me with good food and health,
         i thank you for being a pillar,everytime i felt insecure,unloved,
         i thank you for forgiven me everytime i got stubborn 
         and did it my way as if i knew better than you know myself,
         i thank you for your big heart,your kindness a radiance upon my soul
        i thank you for being my strength in my weaknesses,every time i fall giving
        me your hand so i rise up again,not scolding me but showering me with love
my dear father,
       i thank you for all that you've created for me,this heaven on earth,
       the beautiful rivers,mountains,forests,water cascades and nature's glory.
       i thank you for the  yellow sun which warms me every morning,
       the sun which brightens my days.i thankyou for the moon and the stars
       which twinkles soft sweet light,lullabying me to sleep....................
       i thank you for the rain which feeds and nourishes the crops,so i may
       eat ,live and survive,i thankyou for the thunderstorms which reminds me 
      of your power,that with you near me i'm safe,you're my knight protecting me.
my dear father,
      i can never stop thanking you,the list is never ending,my last thanks would go
      for the rainbow which every now and then peeps through my window sill,
      the beautiful coloured rainbow which reminds me of the path...........
      the path,the gift of love to me---to your rebellious naughty little child.........
      a grown up woman now,still a child in your eyes-------------------------------
      i love you my father and i can't wait to see you face to face in the land of no            
      sorrows,the land of love,serenity and peace......................................
      thank you dear God for being My perfect DAD
      This big hug is for you ---In my own imperfect love i love you.............
            H A P P Y             F A T H E R'S                          DAY-------------YOUR DAUGHTER
      


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Under the Weeping Willow Tree

Under The Weeping Willow

I saw you when we were kids
Playing with blocks on the kindergarten floor
We grew up
You became a beauty
I became a geek
I never had the never had the nerve to talk to you
Then we met

Under the weeping willow down on the shores of the river
We met, we held hands and we kissed
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in happiness
We had found the love we both wanted

I proposed and we wed 
Promising to share our lives from then on
Never to part
I saw the love in your eyes
The geek married the beauty
And the rest of our lives began

Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river
We shared our vows
The rings shined on our finger
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in happiness
We had found the forever we both wanted

Our baby was born on a summer day
The sun was warm and the breeze gentle
She was named willow
And she smiled at the sun shining through the leaves
She loves her mother and father
All the love in the world could be seen in her eyes

Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river
We were the perfect family
A beautiful little girl with a future of love ahead
She brought pure happiness into our lives
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in happiness
We had found the family we both wanted

That winter the love of my life died
She went to sleep
She answered God's call
All her prayers would be answered
I am sure that she was welcomed to Heaven
And given a beautiful pair of wings

Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river
I laid her body to rest
A beautiful love that will last forever
She is smiling because she was loved
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in sadness
The love of my life was gone


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Ode to Mi Corazon

As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks
Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold
And I pay no mind to the women around me,
Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode.

I see my fair Spanish lady
my daring, sweet rose with thorns,
That run up and down her spine.
As she stops in the daily parade
Waving at the peasants,
She looks at me and summons her guards
Too take me away.

Her beauty is unbearable.
I cannot take not being with her
For a single moment in my life.
Her hair,
Black like coal,
Her smile is bright, as the first rays of the Red Sun
In the dawn.
Her lips painted with ruby lipstick,
her silk laced dress and shawl wrap around her,
Like a beautiful butterfly in her cocoon.
Her skin of olive, dark color and her green eyes.
My God, those sweet and piercing green eyes
Oh, how they hit my soul and make me shiver with excitment.
She is intoxicating and I am intoxicated in her beauty.

She is like an angel, a Latina beauty who walks the streets paved gold,
As I walk the cracked, cobblestone walkways.
She shines in the Spanish sun, like a dimoand in the ruff
As you blow the dust off her sweet brow,
she glows and sparkles with extordinary excellence.

She is beautiful and sweet and kind.
She loves me, but her father minds.
I am only a peasant, and she royalty.
Can our love ever be together in one holy matrimony?
I pray to the Lord, of all that is good,
Please give me a sign that she loves me.

Soon a storm came over,
blowing me down to the ground
And a cloud of dust swallowed me whole.
A great Conquistador on a great white stallion
pulled me up and told me that she wanted to see me.
I shacked with nervous of joy as I followed the warrior.

She was there, under a palm tree
Near a beautiful beach in Barcelona.
She smiled and a glow covered me with passion.
I hugged her and kissed her upon her sweet lips.
I tasted virginity and she tasted loyalty.
We both tasted beauty and harmony.
As the warrior left us,
We made love upon a vigin white sheet,
Soon covered with a flowing river of red.
She moaned with exticy and love was in the air.
The Ode to my sweet Spaniad, Mi Corazon!

We lay there in each others arms
Looking up at a clear night sky
The twilight glimmered ever so softly
And a shooting star blazed across the sky
I kissed her and she kissed me.
I whispered in her, "My love forever"
And she pushed me back upon the sheets
and we made sweet and ever lasting love again.
As we looked in each other's almond colored eyes.
I said to her, in a soft voice, Mi Corazon.


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A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree


Details | ABC | |

Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.


Details | Ballade | |

My treasure chest

My treasure chest

My treasure chest, is not a truth
It’s but a metaphor
For I have never dreamed of wealth
My treasure is much more
It’s filled with the moon, the stars at night 
And the sun that shines each day
And the beauty of the darkest sky
That highlights milky-way.

It’s filled with trees, majestic trees
And birds that sing so sweetly
My treasure chest it be filled up
But never though completely
Everything that’s beautiful
Is in my treasure chest
It’s filled with all the countless things
That make me happiest.

My treasure chest is never ending
It goes on till forever
It’s filled with all the love that lives
And the sweetness of together
I need no other treasure chest
This one, it satisfies me
For me, I know with certainty
It contains eternity.

21 July 2013 @ 1018hrs.



Details | I do not know? | |

Waking beauty's

Missing you every day
like I miss the sun. I
miss the comfort of your
smile. Waking beauty's
you give me the strength
to make this life seem
more than worth while.

I  patiently await the sun
rise, like your sweet love
its beauty truly opens my
eyes. Reveals to me the
beauty right by my side


Details | Rhyme | |

Butterflies and Bumblebees

butterflies and bumblebees 
egg yolks on toast 
mustard fields and pots of gold 
sunflower seeds to roast 

ringlets fall lightly 
from a little girl so fair 
ornaments of golden wings 
fall softly from her hair
  
banana peels to slip and fall 
that would be no fun
dreaming of yellow submarines
happy face from the sun 
 
yellow is for warmth 
on a cold and windy day 
yellow through your window pane
helps sunshine come your way


Details | Concrete | |

Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.


Details | Romanticism | |

Can you feel me

Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on gargoils designed
of eightenth century Gothic architecture
singing their death songs,
when the sun is setting in the far.

The voices of women passing
startle me with a feeling of sorrow
I can't breathe, I am dying.
Feel me, can you feel me rot away?
Slowly but surely rot away
as time passes with ease,
and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces
to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop
and wave to me to get in.

"No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces
highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees
rattling around in their empty minds.
Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner.
I look at the rushing water
and feel myself rot away
slowly but surely rot away.

Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Feel my heart thump with slow paces
that manage to keep up with fast melodies.
Of songs that play in your mind
only the ones that make you sigh
and think those one days in Spring time
as you walked over the draw bridge
and paid no mind to the water underneth.
I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk
of the good old times we all shared.
Time has passed, as I take my last breathe
and hold my chest and shead a tear.
Feel me, can you?
If you can, put your hand to my weak heart 
and feel it thump away with every second wasted
on useless items.
Now, see me a man of one time greatness
reflect his life with a reflection in the water below.
How I sigh and cry and breath heavely,
as I feel myself rot away.

The voices of woman pass me by.
Tomorrow is a new day,
for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home
and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags.
As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows,
feeling myself rot away.

Can you feel me without you, rotting away?
I surely can feel myself rot.
Such a heavy word, "rot"
So vulgare, yet a great description of me,
without you.

I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it.
As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow
comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory
of you away.
And I shall weep no more.
Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets
and think of you.
Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head
like a lose screw.
Can you feel me? Feel me rot away
feel me think about you, and all your works.
Can you feel me?


Details | Free verse | |

The River Of Life

They walked together side by side -
the old man and the boy
on the bridge across the river
They could have walked thus 
across the river of life
with its eternal flow
I watched them
and thoughts filled my mind
of the un-bridged gap
between their lives

The old man -
with faltering step
he moves slowly on
His life has  been lived
and his house is in order
as he patiently awaits
the call of his maker
What are his thoughts 
at this moment 
as he moves on?

Are they thoughts of pain and sorrow
over some incident in the past
so difficult to bear
that after all these years
the wound is not yet healed?

Are they of someone he loved as a youth
but lost through folly?
Was she beautiful?
Did her eyes sparkle 
like the sunlight 
on the water below?
He looks at the water
sighing deeply
and nods his head

Or is he thinking of the young one at his side
so innocent
so pure
soon to be plunged into a world 
where life rushes madly on?
How shall he fare?
Who will warn him of the pitfalls?

These thoughts plague the old man's mind
and hurt his noble heart
But then he smiles as he remembers
that in his younger days
his eager spirit wanted to taste and feel
the sting of life's joys and sorrows 
by itself

There is no substitute for experience
for though we know we may be hurt
in love or life
yet we walk on toward the very thing
that may hurt us so


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Hera

Hera precious, gorgeous queen of splendor,
of mighty Ares,and Enyo,the mother,
to thee I write my gratitude and thanks
for all thy blessings showered upon my head.
Thine is the pomegranate and the diadem,
with which you rule all worlds and human lands,
with magnanimous mercy and charity.
of rainbow colors dressed divine thou art,
the sunny smiling matron of the arts,
Thou,queen, who favorest the pure of heart.


Details | Free verse | |

Thoughts of You

Random thoughts of you run
randomly throughout my mind,
as I hold, looking through a simple picture of you and I,
smiles and holding each other,
embracing warmth brings me to sanity,
watching your hand on my forearm,
as you gaze into my eyes.
Oh the tears flood such emotion,
only you and I now in such madness we call love,
such madness we all call life,
such madness we all call reality.

Thoughts of me without you,
I cannot bear to see such a sight in mind,
to hear such words that tear my heart out
and sadness stabs me rapidly in the back,
and I can't bear to see such a sight as this.
Thoughts of you
running randomly throughout my mind,
my hair turns silver and white with stress
of not being with you,
and my liver covered with cancer,
and lungs black with smoke,
and stomach embraced with ulcers.

All I ask for you,
is not to be a thought anymore,
and come back to me in flesh and bone
in a portrait painting of you in reality
come to me with your beauty and glory
and kind heart and hold me again,
and let me kiss you again and love you again,
and call you mine again.
Don't say it is impossible,
when you know and I know,
that it is in fact possible
to love each other once again.


Details | Concrete | |

Be Free Within

When improving upon the inner workings of your mind 
and upon the realms within your body, 
be sure not to lose your originality in the process 
for it will become harder and harder to express yourself 
and that in which you've improved upon. 

Pride is a trap. 
Simply be grateful for your attributes that make you amazing. 
People make mistakes, people love and people hate. 
Be free within; and the world will follow. 

And as you find your flowers and swords crossed with others who do not see the beauty and infinite possibilities in you, 
keep driving your soul to the beat of your sincerity. 
Find your way out of the dark. 
Don't ignore it, shed some focus on it, for it tells you all the ways you don't want the world to be. 
There is something to be learned from everyone.
Express and listen with willingness to speak your mind to the death.  
Beauty undefined until you crawl through all the cob webs with certainty. 

Out of the dark; into bliss. 

Peace and love bring us unity. Don't be afraid to hug my soul.

<3


Details | Ballade | |

It's here at last

It’s here at last

At last the spring is really here
The weather’s warm and sweet
The doves up in the seed trays coo
As so peacefully they eat
The fountain plays a melody
As wispy clouds up in the sky
 They form in me these images
As the morning passes by

Geraniums in their many hues
They shine out in the sun
The dog runs round with rubber bone
He’s having heaps of fun
The mulberry tree is so alive
She loved that winter rain
She knows as she grows her baby shoots
That the rain was not in vain.

The washing hanging on the hoist
Gives out such sweet perfume
One would think the gentle rose
Was close with tender bloom
Mauve hibiscus dances softly
Within the cooling breeze
And all of this portrayed together
It gives my mind such ease.

9 September 2013 @ 1924hrs.


Details | Blank verse | |

Always With Me

When the sun shines down unto me,
While the wind wildly combs my hair,
Does it mean God is all around me?

When the sun parts the clouds,
While the rays reach through the windows,
Does it mean God is watching over me?

When the sun pierces through the sky,
While the beams of light descend behind me,
Does it mean God is always with me?

When the sun shines down unto me,
While the wind wildly combs my hair…
Yes, it does mean God has and will always be there.

When the sun shines through the clouds,
While the rest of the skies are grim and grey,
Yes, it does mean God is sending a light of hope for me.

When the sun shines in the sky,
While the rain is descending from the clouds,
Yes, it does mean God has made me a promise.

When the sun clears the skies,
While the rainbow above me appears and fades,
Yes, it does mean God is always behind me, showing me the way.


Details | Ballade | |

Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

Has anybody ever sat? 
In a garden filled with flowers
Have you felt the magic there?
Have you felt the power?
Have you sat there with the body still?
And the mind too, just the same?
Have you ever lost yourself?
As the mind stopped playing games

Have you seen those magic colours?
And really seen them too!
Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze?
Have you seen the way she do?
Touch those branches with her glory
Make them dance in the morning sun
As the sparkles nearly blow your mind
And you’re the holy one?

Have you ever heard the dove’s warm Coo
And that deep, deep ravens croak?
Have you seen the mulberry tree?
As she dons her summers coat?
And radiance and reverence
Are all that one can know
Have you ever sat there in the garden?
And watched the morning flow.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Setting Sun

The sun is setting,
its pink glow hugging the mountain tops.

The clouds bow at its glory.

The peace of night begins to set in.

Dreams waft through my window
and the crickets lull me to sleep.


Details | Triolet | |

Crape Myrtle Tree



Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight
Blooming in summer as days turn warm
Purple petals fall, a visual delight
Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight
Delicate blooms, soaking up light
Flowering in splendor with unique charm
Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight
Blooming in summer as days turn warm

Flourishing tree, reaching to sky
Summer sun sizzles, beauty remains
Lush branches touch birds flying by
Flourishing tree, reaching to sky
Sunshine streams through clouds on high
Children seek shade in wind song refrain
Flourishing tree, reaching to sky
Summer sun sizzles, beauty remains

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 15, 2012


Details | Imagism | |

LET IT RAIN

It's raining today - dreary it may be
The imagery of the raindrops in my view
Dripping !  In my brain I visualize
The dark clouds surrounding me
Thus I see - will there be sunlight
I look, I ponder! I watch and I surmise
the sun may peak in these predominant skies
Mesmerized - sun rays gleam in my eyes
Those beautiful hues - and yet the spectrum
The iris - that beautiful rainbow
It feeds my soul - I look at beauty
And thus blooms the flower - I know
It rained today and thus I say
The gardens grew - if you only knew
I woke - I had beautiful thoughts
Raindrops danced on my life this day
And yes! I saw a bud flourish petals
It's spring - and the rain doth bring
With a little help from the sun , my flower
Blooming in my head I visualize
Look what I saw when I looked at the skies
Imagery in my head, I thought
Imagine it  - and the bird it may sing
Music to my ears - I listen - I see
That spring - it's really blessing me
Enlightened I  saw the dead rose then grow
And I sit, I still ponder , it's roots I know
And the rose once posed- still life - of art
Prominent are the skies to make you wonder 
                                    The rain might start!!!!!
                                        Again & again
Beauteous Be Poesy is my book of poetry available on googles, amazon. com and Barnes & Noble published by Trafford Publishing. wrtten by Miss Stacey Law 


Details | Concrete | |

Sleep In Her Soul

It's easy to become lost in the idea that only things in life change you;
rather than you are always changing in your creation. 
When you look at demons in the haze, marvel at the haze. 
Demons are feeling homesick.

Be true to everything you are and thrive on.
We all have demons, it's up to you on what to do with those demons. 
The most dangerous are the ones unknown. 
She is herself. A beautiful demon; not hidden behind a shadow. 

Her magic is infested in my desire.
She is beautiful for I can unravel her thoughts.
She expresses to me the words intertwined with my ambiguity.
Riddled with love; I sleep in her soul.

She is my butterfly in our cosmic cannibalism.


Details | Free verse | |

Summer is lemonade

Summer is a lemonade
 
Summer breeze blowing the grass around
with a warm sun kissing my face
blue skies wrap and hug me
as I watch the butterflies race.
Summer gives me lazy days
coloured flowers and dancing trees
smell of charcoal and starry nights
brings back childhood memories.
Summer is an endless beach
sun cream, bikinis and beer
salty seaspray, fish and chips
postcards saying "wish you were here".
sunburnt shoulders and fun fares
laughter never seemed to fade
grab the ice and share around
yes Summer is a lemonade


Details | Free verse | |

Butterflies

Yesterday
I was a child catching butterflies
on the yellow flowers
sprinkled on the green grass
at the roadside
They were beautiful butterflies -
big ones
small ones
red ones
yellow ones
and some tiny blue ones
which gave different shades of colour 
as they were struck 
by glancing sunbeams
There were little four-winged ones
which puzzled me
why did they have four wings
while the others only had two?
Yesterday
I was catching butterflies
but today 
a thing called progress
tore up the yellow flowers
on the green grass
at the roadside
and there are no more butterflies 
and still I do not know 
why some butterflies had four wings
while the others only had two


Details | Romanticism | |

My Beautiful Penelope

Oh my sweet and beautiful Penelope
Oh how beautiful you are, and when I see you come down
to the pearl gates of immortality and come down to see me,
as we join hands and walk the shorelines
I see you my beautiful Penelope, she you who walks through beauty,
We shall join in immortality.
Your heart built of stone and paved in golden
you born out of the beauty of a rose and maturity of a lady
you are the one who never sings a depressing and low melody.

My Beautiful Penelope,
The one beautiful lady form Napoli
Oh, how you walk in such glory.
See me look over you and hear my heart beat
for you, I love you, see me for I care about you.
Take it from me, for I shall take you by the hand
and as our shadows rise to meet us in the morning
I can make love to you, then we shall love the night away.
My beautiful Penelope, as I take you through the twilight
we dream of shooting stars falling from the evening skies,
as we hold each other close,
take me and I shall take you and bring each other together,
and fuse us together with a sweet and loving kiss.

She is my beauty and I love her
she takes me by the hand and curels me to her warm chest.
Cares for me,
Makes me laugh,
Makes me feel good and uplifts my soul
everytime I lay my almond eyes upon her beauteous body.
My beautiful Penelope, oh how I see the glory in your blue eyes,
your luxurious, long flowing hair colored golden
like the rays of the morning sun.

Dare to care
about such beauty in her eyes?
Dare to care
about such beauty in her cries,
as she tells me of her suicide struggles?
I hold you close to me
and I hope you to be
my love for all eternity.
See me and I see you to tell me about you and your day,
as you come home and say,
That you love me.
And I shall say I love you too,
with a zealous attitude in my voice
I shall take you into our room and you shall tell me about your day.
You shall tell me, under the shadows of the trees, the houses, the red rocks.
I shall show you love in a handful of roses,
deliver you a bouquet of roses and violets,
as we see the breeding lilacs grow tall,
we shall lay in the grasslands and look up at the clouds,
that shape themselves into beautiful paintings in the glorious blue sea
we call the sky.

Oh My beautiful Penelope
my glorious maiden lady,
who sings such beauty in her melody
that it brings tears to nightingales' eyes.
My beautiful Penelope, you are my love
here are a dozen roses for you to express and show my love for you,
my beautiful Penelope.
Love is eternal with you.


Details | Free verse | |

September Weather

Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.

Fall is here,
and the grass turns from green to yellow,
the souls of many change their ways.

From going on beaches in sun
to walking on wet streets,
with jackets on.

September weather is here,
too most it is depressing to see,
such change in the world.

But I love it.
The girlfriends and boyfriends go away,
and that makes me happy.
Then I go apple picking.

I pick red apples,
from low, hanging apple trees.
and I eat one, while walking down the trail.

Fall is here,
the time of death,
the last of sunshine.

I don't argue,
I love fall,
it is so cosy and it gives me hope.

Hope that a day will come again,
when the sun pops its head out
and the warmth returns.

September weather is the best,
when summer is gone, but not quite,
and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane.

I love fall,
it gives me hope,
that with death comes life.


Details | Ballade | |

Spring is coming

Spring is coming

Six more weeks, that’s all there is
The Spring is on her way
Even now some shrubs make buds
It’s a lovely winters day
And all the birds seem more alive
Like something’s in the air
Soft green branches through the window
Say Spring is everywhere.

Tomorrow will be cold again
Perhaps they’ll be no sun
That’s the way it mostly goes
When the winter knows it’s done
It gives a little then grabs hold
Then slowly fades on out
Yet soon the Spring will hold on tight
I feel it all about.

There’s something special about the Spring
That gets into my soul
A kind of live ness in the air
That makes me feel so whole
I cannot wait for spring to come
There’s a tingle in my spine
Just to walk in the Springs warm sun
Makes my essence feel divine.

13 July 2013 @ 1600hrs.


Details | I do not know? | |

Springs Arrival

The calming sounds of birds chirping fills the air, The smell of flowers just beginning to bloom, The sight of the green coming back to the grasses life, The feeling of being engulfed by a blanket of sun, Spring has arrived. The sound of lackluster lawn mowers starting back up, The smell of fresh food being grilled on the patio, The sight of sun rays beaming through the sky, The feeling of riding around with your windows down, Spring has arrived. The sound of wood crackling in a toasty bonfire, The pleasant smell of freshly cut grass, The sight of waves crashing along the shoreline, The feeling of having a slight breeze on a nice day, Spring has arrived. The sound of children back playing outside, The smell of fresh rain caked to the air after a storm, The sight of birds darting through the crisp air, The feeling of cold lake water touching your feet, That's when you can tell, Spring has arrived.


Details | Romanticism | |

The Beautiful Woman

Beautiful women stridding along
beach front properties
after the cruel april showers have rolled through
damaging and overflooding the hanging geraniums,
and the despise of jealous boys
rolling through hemlock, with trousers stained with sand,
they gaze like dogs looking at a juicy bone,
at the beautiful women, all of them walking hand and hand
singing songs of love, as hummingbirds and nightingales
soar high over their heads, keeping them all company,
all singing songs of love.

Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty
there you'll find me hinding, waiting
for my beautiful women that spare no glance,
but a quick of a hand I am allowed.
Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty
pick the red roses that bloom,
and leave the blue violets for the dead.

See the beautiful women, as the jealous boys huddle around me,
we gaze at their beauty and hold our breath,
till they start laughing.
They drink tea, read novels and talk about everything
that matters to naive girls' mind.
We listen and hear their secrets, some horrid
and some unbearable to listen too.

Go now, young boys and stride on
go to the beach front properties
in your straw hats and sandstained trousers
and call unto me, when the beautiful women
come once again striding along.

One beautiful woman I gaze upon
blonde hair, blue eyes
the sweetest of arian races
she wears her flannel, spring dress,
and cottonswab blouse,
she turns to me, hiding in the rose peaker bushes,
she looks at me and smiles.
I hide my emotion and I leave the garden of beauty,
to stride for another day.
To see the young, beautiful girls,
to see that one, that is not hard to spot
the one, like the first rose to bloom
she is not hard to spot.

One day, as I sit in the garden of beauty,
my courage will reign over me
and I shall present myself to her grace
and glorious beauty.
Go now my dear, go now, go to the garden of beauty,
and share your stories and drink your tea in peace;
Pick the ruby roses, but leave the blue violets for the dead,
for I am safe and I am just around the corner.


Details | Free verse | |

Wake Me, When the Morning Comes

A night full of nightmares
and suicidal tendencies,
feeling pain rush, like tidal waves
crushing me and blood boiling
anger wishes and takes the best of me;
but can I heal my own heartbreak?
Will I ever find love again?
See the angel of death come to me,
smiles and says come with me.
Oh, Wake me, when the morning comes,
so I can show evil the light.

Feelings eternal and fragile,
she walks some lonesome highway
travelled by the ones who fall in love.
She a grand fool, who takes life for 
granted,
wake her with the morning light
and shine down rays of goodness and 
pride
and show her the path that leads back to 
me.

Wake me when the morning comes,
place her upon my doorstep
and a smile upon her loving face,
I'm not ready to move on just yet.
I don't want anymore nightmares
and nightly visits from the black angels.
I don't want to see blue eyed Death,
with his grinning skull and black robe.
I want to see the sunshine break through 
my window
and I want to hear the birds sing love 
songs,
and the trees dancing to the wind's sweet 
melody.
I want to awake to her sweet and glorious 
beauty.
Wake me, when the morning comes,
when I can open my eyes to anew
and see life in a new day,
and live life in a new way.

-10/5/2013-


Details | Ballad | |

Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


Details | Haiku | |

Magic in the Sky

Magic in the Sky

Magic in the sky
Sun low and day is ending        
Colors brightly show

I with wonder watch
The sky as it is changing
Clouds with such a glow

Orange, pink and purple
Rainbow colors making way
Momentary show


Details | Romanticism | |

Goodbye my Summer Love

Though the midnight summer rains
as we sit together under the geraniums,
hanging low and at full bloom,
we hold hands and talk of old times;
times that were kind to us and our youth.
As summer storms light up the night skies
We kiss the storm away, as it rolls through the grey skies
and the lighting cracks the clouds in half,
riping a hole in the universe, as we kiss the night away.

We sit throughtout nightlong summer dreams
and talk, and we hear the storms roll into the golden hills
of summer meadows filled with roses and a field full of daisies.
Love rests in time to see us grow old together,
and love strengthens its walls and pulls us closer together.
We shall go now, as day turns to night,
into our chamber of love and sleep the night away, together.
Hold us close to each other, as I rest my head on you sweet bossom,
and you nurture me to life of talks of love and beauty.

Nature whispers and sings us songs,
as we kiss and go for walks through the countryside
looking at the golden hills soaked in the rolling storms
that summer offers every year, upon a silver platter.
Sooth me, my love as I tell you of the sorrow I have witnessed.
Embrace me with your curiousity and tell me of the beauty in
the secrets of life and its hidden messangers
that hold secret letters from Devils that send temptations
to destroy something that we share, that is so beautiful and true.
Tell me that life will be okay, and my love is still true and with you.
Tell me my sweet and beautiful love, tell me if everything will be alright.

Love has seen us come and go, through the narrowed and sprinkled streets,
as we move through life fused at hands and eyes blind, not noticing the possiblities of death at any moment stalking us with knives jabbing at our backsides.
We are blind, for we see each other and only each other.
As we live life eyes a blazed looking at the sun, we do not notice the obvious between us.
Caring from me, at my time of need I never noticed the betrayal of our love.
My heart sees, but I deny the obvious and see what I hear.

As I see the knife drive deep in my heart,
you with a suitcase in hand,
I stand on my front steps and I watch the summer storms
come back over the golden hills to say, "hello"
Love is the same everytime, like a summer storm;
beautiful to watch, but when it leaves, it is depressing to say, "goodbye"
Now I sit, as the geraniums dry up and die
and the wrinkles at my eyes make me blind,
I see love walk past my house and mock me with lone kisses.


Details | Free verse | |

My Love Intended

My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.


Details | Free verse | |

Perfect Peaceful Summers Day

A hot summer sun
and clear unblemished sky
reflected upon the idle tranquil
water surface of a sparkling river
as the glorious day gently and slowly goes  by
Passing tall flourishing sprawling
trees with their rustic burnaged leaves
gently swaying in a caressing breeze.

Elegant swans with their long necks
and heads held high
plumage as white as virgin snow
gracefully glide by
Damsel flies and dragon flies
living jewels adorn their summer clothes
as the heady fragrance of Lilac
wafts beneath ones nose.

Fish with there pouting lips
lazily try
to kiss the sky
while painted lady butterflies
dance a delicate ballet
with the midst of this perfect day.

Within the tall finger reeds
cute and mother duck and ducklings
peck at the water to feed.

A symphony of joyous bird song
delights ones ears
and touches the soul
as the temperature sears.

Upon the bank under a weeping willow tree
lay two lovers wrapped safely in each others arms
fast asleep
on their warm tender hearts their secrets they keep
as they dream in lands faraway
on this perfect peaceful 
Summers day
Making hearts smile.



Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.



Details | Sonnet | |

Sunset

Sunset

This hour is oh, so beautiful
I sit, and I devour it all
As silence fills my heart and soul
This sunset makes me feel so whole.

I watch the sun approach the ocean
Absorbed I am in deep devotion
As I see it melt into the sea
And oh, the joy, the mystery!

The sky fills up with orange hue
It’s lost its color, azure blue
And as the sun drowns in the sea
This beauty, how it touches me

The orange hue grows deep, then dies
Bringing darkness to the skies
As birds sing out there goodnight song
To tell the silence ‘Day is gone’

I sit and ponder on this show
Then leave it all, and home I go.

29 June 2014 @ 1337hrs.





 



Details | Ballad | |

True Beauty

Intro
It is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, there is only one I behold as the 
one beautiful enough to see the true beauty within.

I
I wish that I could tell her how I feel
I wish that I could show her I'm for real
I'm going to give her all that she would need
Listen to my story and take heed
II
The sun may rise, the sun may set
The power of her beauty they will never get
Many have tried without any rest
To obtain the beauty that she possess
III
She has the smile of a baby
But the soul of a lady
She is in search of that perfect love
The only one that comes from above
IV
When I look into her eyes, I can see the pain
Wherever she looks, it just seems to rain
But through every situation she has stood tall
And kept herself from a great fall
V
Some may ask if she is real
Can one be this perfect without a seal?
To know the truth of what I've seen
Just look in the mirror to know what I mean
VI
We have held hands throughout the years
We have also shed many of tears
One thing that I am proud to see 
You have become a beautiful woman to me


Details | Verse | |

EVENING ON THE PIER

An evening on the pier
Angelic hue sunset
Sailboat's tall silhouettes 
God's masterpiece

His brush across the sky
Declares his majesty 
Reflections on the sea
Awe in the breeze

Eternal starlight's shine
Fade in from outer space
This now a sacred place
The moon's aglow

*I drop down to one knee
Backdrop heaven on earth
Been guided here since birth
And you said.. Yes!

*Bonus Stanza not included for contest

Contest: Nette's "Evening On The Pier"
Date: 7-10-14


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud

I hear silent whispers in the wind
“Take my hand and walk with me
And maybe one day
You can come 
To see what 
I see”
What nonsense is this
All I know is what I will come to see
Will be the shining light of the sun
As the night comes to an end
The bright sun will come up 
So I wait for that light to guide me 
After the long dark night
But upon morning there is no shining sun to greet me
It is hidden by foreboding black storm clouds 
Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud
You can be so quite yet so loud
You know me better than I know you
But I look to those clouds and only see beauty
For they bring rain do they not
And rain will wash this dirty earth
And moisten the cracked dirt
With this luscious rain it brings life
To the dead ground
This rain reminds me that through all of the pain regrets and mistakes
You can still be washed anew
Just watch the rain to wash it all away
 Forget about yesterday and let the new and beautiful begin
Open your heart to what you never expected 
Maybe something magnificent will happen
You'll never know until you try
Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud
You can be so quite yet so loud
You know me better than I know you
But I know that I am still here
But at the moment just hidden away 
in this shell of a person I have become
But like those clouds 
This shell will soon be gone
And the sun inside will burst out with
Shinning and beautiful light
Just like the one that sits inside my heart
Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud
You can be so quite yet so loud
You know me better than I know you
Time will bring this friendship to a close
But only for a short while
Until then I will remember the lesson
I have learned
Beauty Joy and laughter are not 
Always going to be shinning brightly
Nor will they always be loud
Sometimes they are Muted and dimmed
But it does not mean that they are gone
Now I can say those far off distan whispers
Were from my own heart
Just hidden away
Like I was that long ago day
Take my hand and walk with me
And maybe one day
You can come to see what 
I see
Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud
You can be so quite yet so loud
You know me better than I know you


Details | Didactic | |

How To Sky

             How To Sky

First, get rid of the skis
Grow very large and blue
Do not confuse yourself with the sea
Place your planet close enough to the sun
(But not too close as you might burn)
Gather the reflective angular light there
It must be just right
Almost prism like
It is suggested; to have 78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, mix argon gas and water
Don’t be afraid to use other gases with small solid particles, ash and pollen
If you must use salt, make sure it comes from the ocean
Hold these and other elements in the atmosphere
This will highlight your day
Surround yourself with clouds
At night turn black and add a full moon
That makes you look marvelous
                                


Details | Concrete | |

Statuesque Radiance

It was wonderment.
The mesmerizing expression rolled off her tongue in waves. 
To my puzzlement I was in a state of allurement.
Her vibes were sent to me in soothsaying proportions.

It was almost trickery, but I knew where I was going.
To the festivity that arose in marvelous apprehension.
Thoughts intertwined with her perplexity.
Her magnetism pulled me into an eternal trance.   

We floated into an elation of bewilderment.
Bygone indifference; we are one.  
You are my goddess; ravishing, statuesque radiance. 
Purely beautiful with a beautiful mind, heart and soul to match. 

To my amazement I found her within.
She was snuggled in my organism.
Wrapped up in all of my thoughts. 
She was warm.

I was connected with my wizardry.
She brought out the magic in me.
It was a prophecy. 
To be told; never old. 

We are undead together and full of life. 
We are everything and nothing and everything in between.
And we are an incantation of youth. 
We are; limitless. 

Nonesuch bewitchment nor black art or ill will.
This was love as we hither to the schism of bliss.
Away with all devilry; we are galaxies of heavens in our oddity.
I hold you in my hands like a dragonfly who lets me.

My dragon with fire that doesn't burn me.
My butterfly who can hold my weight.
My sea in the snow; my fire in the haze.
My flowers in the dirt; my green in the concrete. 

Sail through my eyes.
Bring me closer to another zenith.
Give me your endless sensual voodooism.
My muse I adore; forever more.

She has taken me to that statuesque radiance.


Details | Free verse | |

The Purity of the Human Soul

" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
  Thou art more lovely and temperate"
                                          - William Shakespeare

His question ponders through my mind
For he claimed how thou art more beautiful than thee
Enchanting summer with its mother; the sun

For thou are indeed my guide
Thou art my sun that never misleads
Thou art the one person I shan't leave
And shan't wish to be gone by the morning's rise

O treasure deep within my soul
Beam so strong to enlighten my days
Art thou hearing the wonderful tune?
Playing so softly with the rise of the light
But then again thou art brighter than the sun

Thou art the glass of pure water
Emerging from the steep, creamy waterfall
Gleaming sparks attached to your white neck 
Purifying the light touching your skin

" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Nay, for thou art more beautiful than a summer's day
For if I do compare
The sun shall melt and the wind shall be amazed
By the beauty thou behold
Embedded deep within your soul

Beauty isn't only from the outside, but from the inside; within a soul,
   For the outside might just be a disguise, to simply foul one into ambuscades


Details | Free verse | |

Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold


Details | Rhyme | |

The Heart of my Friend

The Heart of my Friend

The wings of the butterfly are painted so unique
With God painting them how am I to critique
So vivid and beautiful as they float on the air
Showing off their beauty but nothing to compare

The mountains out west are so majestic and tall
The colors are beautiful especially during the fall
When the sun rays hit them they show all their might
The colors so crimson when the sun goes down at night

The colors of the rainbow before and after the rain
Figuring out how God made it makes you wanna go insane
From the red to the purple I know God had a plan
He’s painted the world with a perfectionist hand

The heart of my friend is as beautiful as can be
Like the wings of the butterfly it shows her beauty
Like the mountains out west her colors so pretty at night
Like the beauty of the rainbow it’s reflected by the light

God’s touched my friends face with the tip of his brush
Her smile like a monet and her voice is so plush
You’ll understand one day if she ever lives in your heart
But I’m not sharing she’s more precious than art

There’s no other heart like my friends this is true
Her smile so amazing and her eyes so imbue
She’s one of Gods wonders and God sent her my way
I’m so blessed to have her in my heart every day


Details | Free verse | |

STORM

STORM

The calm waters edge
Happily splashing the shore
The look of the calm
So happy and free
The perfect place
Anyone should want to be
Thoughts of friends
Family you wish to share this moment with
The overwhelming feeling of joy
A swirling in your mind
The most amazing scene by mankind
Displayed right before your eyes
You want to cry 
At this feeling of pride
The pride and love of what is in front of your eyes
This epic moment 
Sun shining to the sea
Such an amazing thing 
Between the rays of light on sea
You see such godlike things
This whole feeling bringing you to your feet
For there is nothing like this
This one thing
The joy of this scene 
The warmth of the light beaming
The feeling of being free
This perfect view.
As the sun slowly flows down
You sit with it 
Staring at the sea
Its depth amazing
What  it can hold
All the life inside its depth
The suns gleam
Off this godly thing
Makes you wonder
How such a beautiful thing
Exists in this world of death.
The trees stir
The sun now tucked away
The ocean moves, calm as every other day
Laying down by its edge 
You look towards the sky
The stars slowly form
Showing their light
the moon takes the place
As the cool new sun
The crisp air of night
Flooding your mind
Making you lose track of time
Drifting to sleep
You awake in your dreams
The same old scene
Surrounds you
Yet it is not the same joy
The feeling is strange
The sun is clouded
Darkness making the ocean look grey
What was once a nice day
Has been shown to the side of decay
The wind flows around
But in a different tone
The way it moves
No, no something is wrong
The once clear open sky
Now looks to have drowned and died
The soft ocean seems to turn tide
Then the noise.
There is nothing.
The storms fury is coming
Spin, turn, look for a escape
Unable to hear yourself over the gale
You shut your eyes and think of the time
That time...
The one with the nice breeze
The one with the clear sky
The one that made you cry
Cry and cry
Those tears of happiness and content
The beautiful scene 
That beautiful time.
the one that there was not a care in sight
the one where stars where shown bright
yes, yes once upon a time...


Details | Epic | |

pull though

we live in an angelic world made by numbers
all that i know that its made by nature
stones fall and trees grow
day by day we all grow together
all along we live in a beautiful world
we all rejoice together and bound together like leafs on a tree 
just like how they fall and die
we can all do it some how we all have
some one to lean on
close our eyes and get lost in motion transition between man and nature
we can all pull though
sea is spinning around the world
the rain comes and goes 
every time you see the snow comes a white light in our eyes
we all grow with cakes and candles
the old faces fade and so do the new
but we all live in a beautiful world
the sun rises every morning 
for some others have there backs turn
but wats ever happed to our souls its happened to someone else
so dont look back and grow old
burn your anger not your soul
just think that your still have this beautiful world
were the sun will always smile in the morning at you
every time i look around i see beautiful
long green grass
gliding objects all over my head
and me and you together
i know we can all live together as the light touches our hands we think of future plans
so make me unstopperble


Details | Haiku | |

Life inside

Suns ember through the tree.
Life inside.
Chakras blooming for spring.


Details | Lyric | |

Stay

She said baby I have to go,
I said girl you don't need to go,
Because baby I want you to stay,
'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,

I said baby I'm feelin you,
And I'm fallin in love with you,
Which is somethin I never thought I would do,
But, I did today,
So girl, Why don't you stay,

Chorus:2x
Why don't you stay, 4x
'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,

She said baby I have to leave,
I said girl I don't want you to leave,
My darling please stay with me,
'Til the night end,
Then come back again,

Because baby we have a chance,
For us to have a great romance,
So, girl take my hand and dance,
You don't have to go,
Baby don't go,
Chorus: 3x

'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,


Details | Free verse | |

***** Volcanos Beauty

Inside the Volcano there are hidden cracks,
where no one can see or knows anything about.
They're the cracks where all the ' Garbage ' is .
The garbage grows, grows, expands, and expands
through all the days and the passing seasons.

Everyone is a wear of it's outstanding Beauty
when the Sun shines down on it's high peaks,
than the through the cloud cover it is breath taking.
It is noticed until it starts to grumble, groans and
let's a bit of steam off now and than.

Everyone than looks at it so differently and wonders
why it is groaning, growling, letting off the steam.
Do they not know it is about ready to ' Explode'?
It has been stuffed with so much ' garbage'  through
the years that no one ever knew or saw it's now full.

One quiet Beautiful Sun Shinning Morning it happened
not one person below was prepared they were going on
about their busy lives not realizing that the ' Beautiful
Volcano ' had reached it's limit the cracks were over
flowing from the garbage of all the years passed.

The eruption came so Violently, quickly it caught everyone
by surprise they stood stunned, shocked, and afraid.
How could something that has been so beautiful become
so Ugly people all ran in fear of it this once Quiet Beautiful
Volcano that had been the talk of the town is now Ugly.

The folk below so confused, angry, mad, that the beautiful
one could take no more and had been stuffed and stuffed
with their years of crap that the ' cracks ' inside could
hold no more  inside that it finally had to 'ERUPT".
Everyone became angry, and mad asking how cold this be.

When the Volcano was quiet, still, beautiful everyone Loved it
But when it became Ugly and Erupted than not one person liked
it anymore because of the Damage  it caused and they held her
the Blame for all that had happened how could something so quiet
still and Beautiful cause such havoc on the land and fold below.

They view the volcano so differently now they never look it's way.
Once so Beautiful on the outside stuffed full inside with their garbage
and they stay Angry for ever blaming her for the destruction left
behind, broken pieces of lives never to be the same again time passes
and soon it's all forgotten they once again look at the Beautiful Volcano.

Until the day comes again down the road when it reaches it's breaking
point and ERUPTS for the final time than there is nothing left alive.


Details | Haiku | |

A faraway lantern

wickery shadows                                                                                                            palish yellow light reflects                                                                                          nest lonesome mistletoe                         *                                                                            - An evening view of sunset through the wood line


Details | Free verse | |

Trap

A Red Rose sticks out from between two stone, So bright this Rose that's blossoming here. Reaching between two great stones for a trickle of light, Pleading with it's petals like hands clasped praying. Such a curious and unique flower sits there. Across a stream that flits by unassuming, Content to flow by this beautiful rose trapped by stone, Reaching for light so that it may be free. The leaves have fallen and the sun is grown weak, It falls from the sky like it was fleeing the thought. That if it hung any longer it would not have the strength, to lay itself down to rest for the night. It has grown cold for my Rose; red and shaking as bits of snow lick at its petals on their way to the ground. Alas! The stones have lost their grip and the Rose starts to dip slowly toward the stream to escape in it's powerful current. As the Rose reaches the water's edge against the silent snow, Ice is all that awaits the Red Rose that has wilted in the cold. I step out of the wood and walk across the ice, That contains the powerful flow of water like a plexiglass prison. I have never met a stream so unassuming and ignorant To the beauty that is 'bout to be forever lost When as I'm bending to lift the frozen Red, Beautiful Rose The sun strikes up into the air like a match and burns with such white hot intensity That it melts the ice upon the stream. Where I stand. As I am swiftly swept away in the cool water, my eyes fall for a minute. on the Red Rose which has risen again: strong. and bright. and beautiful.
Robert Dixon October 7th, 2011


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Six People

The poet leaves his winter study and roams around mountains and deep woods,
The painter sold his pictures and is off to sketch on heath and highlands,
The child runs through sun kissed meadows and across dusty golden commons,
The lovers walk down country lanes and wander about each other, on mead's,
The man of the road smiles as he knows the night will not be bitterly cold,
The nightingale sings a haunting melody bringing tears to the lovers eyes,
The trees swaying in a breeze an oak drops acorns, the child collects them,
The mountains capped with snow unleashes a stream of fine words from the poet,
The heath and highlands glow with beautiful greenery and the painter paints,
The birds swoop from bough to bough the poet sees and he writes some prose,
The man of the road listens to bird song his eyes mist bringing sad memories
The evening sun falls behind the horizon a beautiful sunset the lovers kiss,
The poet sees the sunset and writes about dark golden evenings and warm nights,
The painter mixes yellow and black and that captures this wonderful picture,
The boy leaves the woods to go home as it is nearly time for his evening meal,
The man of the road lays down deep in the woods his overcoat is his blanket,
The lovers walk arm in arm as the day darkens they make their way home slowly,
The painter cleans his brushes and carefully lays down his canvas in the dark,
The poet is happy he has written beautiful words he lays in his bed reflecting,
The boy is fast asleep dreaming of the fantastic day he enjoyed in the woods,
The six unconnected people that were unknowingly were connected sleep soundly.

 


Details | Ballade | |

Daybreak at Nornalup


It’s morning time at Nornalup
A new day, it is born
The river flows so lazily
Reflecting all the morn
The Tingle trees on the other side
So strong and silent, they
As morning sun enhances them
At the birth of each new day.

I sit here on this little bench
And watch the morning born
I see it as it turns from night
And heralds in the dawn
Oh how that sleepy little river
Reflects this morning show
Of fluffy bushes, midst strong trees
It gives them such a glow.

A Kookaburra, how he laughs
Awaking brand new day
He flies above the lazy river
As he goes upon his way
He looks for something in the grass
A snake, something to eat
I sit here and enjoy this show
It makes life so complete.

Two ravens fly above my head
And give out lonesome calls
As brown ducks waddle here and there
It’s all so beautiful
In this lovely paradise
Beside the Frankland river
Oh so much blessed harmony.
This scene, it does deliver.

11 June 2013 @ 1404hrs.







Details | Free verse | |

The Dawn

The Dawn 

Dawn’s drunken dragon yawns
from his fiery bed 
slowly sending steam to rise
salmon – peach
Breathing hinted color upon darkened sky

Lifting weary head 
ache he roars
coral – copper glowing light
and burps his pungent morning breath 
blazing 
fire engine red, burnt orange, sunburst golden flame 
firing sky 
awake

Published: Red Fez


Details | Free verse | |

Nighttime Wonders

There is a place,
a magical wonderland
that sits at the end of your mind,
and everybody dead and living
goes there when they are tired.
It is a place that is special
and is diffrent to stand to your approval.
It is a nighttime wonder
only open from eleven to five
and you can only come,
if you truely believe.

It is a place
where the streets are paved gold,
peace runs through every corner and avenue,
no jails, no hospitals
because there is no crime and no sickness.
The skies are always blue,
and the clouds are all white,
the sun is blazing hot
and the woman all give you a wink of an eye
and all blow you kisses,
where the men want to be you,
and where the women want to sleep with you.
It is a nighttime wonder,
a special place,
in the back of your mind.
It is real, not imaginary,
nothing is fake about this place,
this is where dreams come true,
where there are no cancers, headaches, toothaches,
no wars, no enemies, no hangovers,
no schools, no politicians, no lawyers, no greed,
no sin, no temptation, no demons or devils;
everything is beautiful, and everything grand.

A piece of Heaven on Earth.
Everyone is happy,
all with a smile on their face,
not a frown in sight.
Songs are sung with the most beautiful of voices
and the sweetest of songs sung.
This place is a nighttime wonder.

When you tuck yourself under the sheets,
grab your pillow, or girlfriend, or boyfriend
husband or wife, or even your favorite stuffed friend,
we all go to this special nighttime wonderland.
A place of joy, a place of happiness,
a place where you go to forget
and enjoy,
a mini vacation.
Till that alarm clock's annyoing buzz comes on
and pulls you out of that nighttime wonder
and places you back into reality.


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In the Woods

In the woods the shadows fade

as the sun falls away

the darkness hides the trees inside

the woods come alive.


Hear the sounds the owls make

as they hunt for their sake.



Scattering feet running to hide

little mice trying to fly

the owls are hungry,its their time

to eat and scare the shadows inside.


Now the sun is opening up

the darkness fades and the light shines

the owls sleep and all is safe

for the mice are scampering all around

pleased to know they are safe and sound.



Written by:©Betty Bolden


Details | Senryu | |

Sunshine beams

It's amazing to 
see you smile sweet beauty lights
blushes warm the soul

Looking behind the 
mirrors a reflection stares
straight back at you love

Sparkling in the mist
when rainbow colors sprinkle 
magic precious gem 


Details | Classicism | |

Dream, Dream, Dream

Let the sun dance on your bodies
Dream, People, Dream
Let the sun dance on your bodies
A new song comes down the pike 
We'll be ready for it!
Ready for it!
Dream, people, dream 
Love is coming to you 
Listen to our music 
Listen to our music
Let dawn dance
Let dawn dance
We'll find peace
Dream, people, dream


Details | Ballade | |

Why would I swap

Why would I swap?

What have they, these men of wealth?
What could they give to me
I have the skies the clouds the rain
I have eternity 
For I would live within this now
Expecting naught at all
Because this world, all by itself
Is so, so beautiful.

I see them with their dull, glum faces
No hint of any smile
And yet I’m supposed to envy them!
With all their wealthy style
No belly laughter comes from them
Cause this be all dried up
As for the joys of life itself
They hardly fill the cup.

While birds are singing in the trees
And the stars shine bright at night
While the flowers smell so wonderful
And the birds give sweet delight!
Oh, I could go on all day long
Why would I want at all?
When my world is oh, so beautiful
And theirs seems oh, so cruel.

2 August 2013 @ 0740hrs.




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BUDS OF LOVE

Buds of love bringeth thy breath
Buds of love - on a sun shiny day
The rosebuds bloom in the womb
The womb of the soul in a sort of way
Shines the sun - nourishing thy bud
Awakening thee - to then be in bloom
Gorgeous the flower to see with the iris
Promotes the feelings of love if only to then see
We perceive the beauty glorious to then be
The roots of the flower we bring into view
Saying I love you if then you only knew
Walking paths of life if only then the clue
Loving you my love a long stem is divine
So are the climbers we planted on the fence
To say that I love you dovoted I am and hence
Forth each spring we grow such a flower
To cherish our love everlasting, planting the seed
And cultivate the weed - opposing the bad in life
We love each other - morality, and so we do need
Each loving moment we cherished with the bud
Buds of love , we sought to mean to one another
The love we endeavored to only each other
The rosebuds bloom! And I love you forever
Like the sun shining down upon my face
Glowing a radiant hue of beautiful rays
Still cultivating! The sky I then trace
Looking too at colors of the rainbow, I see
After the rain pours down , I oppose the blues
Buds of love, your true love , I be
And in the womb of my heart, I cherish
This beautiful feeling that overwhelms me
Each bud that blooms , blooms in my soul
And my soul walks with you day by day
I truly love you, This i can say
So therefore buds of love I welcome
I know in my heart they will bloom
And the weed is disposed of
Voila I'm on love!


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This and other things I write

This and other 
things I write
By God 
of Earth and Eden
In this life 
I have a seat 
Bitter and sweet 
Heavy and light
I will sit for a while
but then I must buckle
for my boat to set sail
into the Island of Light.


I will wrestle and wrestle
despite those of them
who think they know it all.
And to them I must say
'I never forget a face
but in your case
I will be sad to make
an exception'.

Behold!
I have a feeling
Bitter and sweet 
Heavy and light
that my life now
has a beautiful meaning
worthy of the struggle
that with my hands 
I work and eat 
not to steal and smuggle.

I have a feeling
that my heart keeps sight
Of what my mind conceals
my mind tells me I am a knight
so what? I reply. What of it?
My heart is fragile and bleeding 
and keeps grist to the mill of it.


I need to read, pray and weep
and my tears are drifting
As the autumn’s leaves
Have fallen and keep falling.
My tears are trickling down
But one day
I will lie down
and be at rest.

After this coming cold winter
I will rise up in the splinter
With my steps up and up 
till I find the garden of spring.

My life has a beautiful meaning
In it I have a feeling
Heavy and light
bitter and sweet 
always worthy of the struggle.


For as the sun hides behind the clouds
and hides behind twilight 
and people on earth wonder 
Where has it gone?
What have we done?
The sun comes up with beautiful light
and when the stars sparkle at night
and people down ponder
how far in the sky are the stars?
Those giant eyes looking down on us
They still come up with heavenly light.


My life has a beautiful meaning
In it I have a feeling
Heavy and light
bitter and sweet 
and always worthy of the struggle.


Thus, I will keep doing what is proper
I will keep doing what is right and sober
I will keep looking for the invisible fountain
Of love and life even in Parnassus Mountain.


Chokri Omri


Details | I do not know? | |

You are

You are a beautiful thing.
A very beautiful person.
If only you could see,
You are, to me, more important than anything.
You are, my love.
My best friend.
You are the smile on my face,
the sun in my sky,
the light to my day.
You are a beautiful person.
Through thick and thin,
is what we've been.
And i guess we are just lucky,
lucky to have each other.
You are the best there is out there.
Regardless of what you may think,
You are a beautiful person.
inside and out.
With the things that you say.
The things that you wear,
How you feel,
and what you think.
My my, are you unique.
You are the smile on my face.
The sun in my sky.
You are the light to all my days.
You are a beautiful person,
In many, many ways.


Details | Couplet | |

A Horizons' Gold

Flourishing leaves and solemn sunsets,
Yield sensual feelings to never forget. 

A brisk moment of natural beauty,
From an evening suns' casting duty. 

Staring in awe like a child's first snow,
Gazing through panes in a bedroom window. 

A horizons' gold for eyes to behold,
Dimming the earth with shadows so cold. 

Fine-ration the seconds,
sweet-savor the sight.
The slimming light beckons,
just prior to night. 

-Yours Truly


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Mother Nature

The sun beams down lighting up my face and warming my skin
Coaxing my eyes shut to leave the physical world 
Letting the natural world fill my veins
The wild wind refreshes my lungs
Replenishing my whole inner being
My mind goes to a wonderful place to take a break from the ever crazy reality
My body begins to weigh down sinking into earths comforting ground
Natures lullaby soothes me to drift off into unconsciousness 

The land of dreams and wonderful things, hopefully
With nature surrounding me and cloaking me in divine bliss 
Only allowing the subconscious to bring to life beautiful scenes 
Flowered trees, fields of green, skies painted picture perfect blue, the air smells and tastes of honeydew, birds sing along to natures tune, the rivers move to the beat of Mother Nature’s heart

A natural awakening brings back my soul from its deep sleep 
Slowly uprooting my body from Mother Natures’ loving grasp 
She infused me with her energy to help me through the unnatural world we live in 
I can't wait for the sun to coax me again to close my eyes and appreciate her beautiful essence once more


Details | Rhyme | |

Cloud

The grey mass that makes all kinds of shapes
Laying on the meadow grass looking upward
Life has no strings attached it’s a wireless cord
Life is not easy but at the end we will receive our reward
Being next to the one we love which is our lord

Far away in the distant air
Floating free with not a single care
Sitting in a chair with all despair
Watching the clouds and butterflies having an affair
So beautiful as the sun begins to set all we can do is stare

One with the sky as the wind blow
On the earth the descend and flow
During trouble times they come together and become dark and grow
Even after the sun rays find there way through on the earth they glow
For us everyday they put on a different show
Looking up in amazement we clap in our hearts from below

Always floating quiet and never loud
No matter how many are in the sky they never seem to crowd
They are all together as one and together they are proud
It’s a beautiful life to live…the life of a cloud


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Midnight is almost here

Long after the sun has set,
and the moon has been out for sometime,
and it is full,
and a couple stars twinkle
with no remorse,
the sky is dark purple and blue.
The headlights from hotrods shine through my living room window,
as I sit there listening to the classical station
on the radio
and I sit hunched over my typewriter,
a cigarette hanging from my mouth,
a half bottle of red wine at my possession.
I look at the clock upon the wall,

11:45 P.M.

Ah, midnight is almost here.
Midnight, the turn of a new day,
as I sit there
I breath in,
feel my heart skip a beat,
I turn to the radio and click it off.
the classical nocturne of Chopin disappears into thin air.
I put out my cigarette,
cork the bottle of wine.
I type one last poem,
before the end of the night,
before the night goes away
into the past.
Then I think to myself,
Goodbye old day,
oh, what memories I created along with the shining of the sun?
Then I write about the midnight slowly approaching,
slowly climbing to the zero hour,
the hour of:
a new day,
a new hour,
a new life,
a new start,
a new woman,
a new adventure,
a new everything,
a new anything,
a new politician,
a new choice of lunch,
a new walk around the block,
a new time,
a new day,
a new sun,
and a new moon,
and after a new day,
a new night,
and another midnight,
and a new cigarette with be lit,
a new bottle of wine will be open,
and drunk with responsibility,
and all will be good
and everything with come into place,
with a new day,
and a new life,
a new midnight.
The start of a night soon will come.

It is now 11:52 P.M. 

I've been writing
for seven minutes,
eight more minutes till a new day,
till a new beginning!
I'm tired,
I'm going to bed.
Have a goodnight.


Details | I do not know? | |

Once a Lonely Warrior

Mysteries of the great colorful sky, your body’s aura maybe seeing
Noticing the birds flying above, feeling the earth’s entire being.
Of the warm bodied bright sun, upon feeling the beautiful rays
I could be staring off in space, being here feeling them for days.

Knowing I might not come back, I reach up in the air so high
To endeavor touch the white clouds, clear as the open sky.
An inspired free willed warrior, the greatness of the open
The pleasure to be free as him, the sky’s rule to be golden.

With the blazing sun shining over, space where he was born
Space which has been timelessly frozen, he was created to lorn.
Left aside becoming quite lonely, this warrior made up his mind
To leave it as it was, the world leaving him to search and to find.

Upon the great discovery of himself, this sun warrior in space
Leaving loneliness aside, the warrior now maybe scoring an ace.
The fire compassion from within, this warrior that came to be
The sun inspired warrior of truth, has come to make it history.

Freely roaming this open space, this warrior coming to realize
Being free with out some one, the space now hearing his cries.
This warrior now wishing for a friend, maybe just like you
His lonely wish to have a companion, came undoubtedly true.

Not so alone with his buddy, traveling space joined together
Not with any care in the galaxy, for he’s not having any more anger.
Once a lonely warrior, making the very best of the smallest things
Now becoming free together, spreading the most beautiful wings.


Details | I do not know? | |

day dreaming

that painting i look at every day.
god i wish i was there. 
the beautiful orange leaves falling everywhere.
an old house just calling my name.
in the middle of nowhere.
i close my eyes and imagine the breeze.
it feels cool, i start to sneeze.
the clouds are moving to the west.
i lay down a blanket and watch the sun set.
the sun goes down as my phone rings.
i'm back at the office my dream is gone.
i look at the painting whistfully, i'll be back.
i start to loose focus, there i am, under that tree.
staring at the clouds as leaves fall around me. 
snap, back at the office again.
until tomorrow my beautiful friend.


Details | ABC | |

Prince Charming

...And one day my prince charming would come
and hold my hand and dance me around
would take me up and up and up
to the frosted and beautiful folds of cloud

through folds he'll take me to the heaven
where the birds would chitter and chatter around
and the waves would play a soft music
the winds would make a rapturous sound

the sky would shower exuberant colours
milky, creamy, snowy and pure
combined to give spirited emotions
leading us to the infinite tenure

of cheering and jovial time of life
and leading us to a promising hope
that life would bring joys and beams
have faith in God,dont leave the rope

of silverline and lots of trust
of courage, aspire, desire, support
believe that love wont fail and sink
our lives are meant to be one and whole

me and prince would dance along
till the night is passed and the sun is dawned
till the sun is set and the night is borned
and that very night is permanently prolonged

My life will change to a wonderland
all the blessings will be combined and summed
my life will sing a beautiful song
and one day my prince charming will come


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The Beautiful Weed

Nothing more than a simple weed
As far as the flowers go
A bashful beauty from a windblown seed
Who catches the early show

Its beauty shines before the sun comes up
Admired by the moon
It paints the earth with beautiful colors
But leaving way too soon

It lives its life while tethered together
Like a chaingang on a vine
But one by one it starts to bloom
Before the sun can shine

For a flower that's not a flower at all
But enchanting to me indeed
There's nothing like the morning glory
The world's most beautiful weed


Details | Light Poetry | |

Crisp winds

I wake to the crisp winter air

I feel the wind so cool in the night

My soul seems to want to take flight


I hear the lonely winds so cool in the clouds

the  birds chirp a song to waken the others

two hungry shadows lurk in the breeze


So dark this morning in time

waiting for the sun to rise

I hear scampering around the tree's


Hoping to hear your voice

hoping to see your hand in my day

seeing the shadows keeps me longing for your embrace


The sun rises and the leaves seem crisp

ready for snow this morning

the clouds are grey and the wind seems to have

went away.


I close my eyes and see the sun

the sun shines deep in my soul

waiting for my master to take control.



Written by©Betty Bolden

11-11-04


Details | Free verse | |

Sunrise,Sunset

Sunrise Sunset
Pink sky at morning sailors takes a warning
Pink sky at night sailors delight.
The morning sun gives way to a pink sky mixed with gray clouds.
To let the sailors know a storm may be brewing at sea.
As the sunrises high in the sky, the storm has left high and dry in the clouds that son will fall to night.
As the sun does set the sky is pink once more this day.
To let the sailors knows that the day will be delightful for them at sea.
As they go out to sea the dark gives way to just a pretty pink 
Which is a wink for the sailors to see.


Details | Free verse | |

A Winter's Sunset

When the sky is blue,
and a sea of white snow litters the ground
the one romantic an beautiful thing to witness
is a winter's sunset.
As the last of the Sun's beautiful glow
plays hide and seek behind snow covered hills,
and leafless trees,
it is a true sight to see,
but then you feel sad, for it only lasts a moment;
then it is all gone.
appreciate such a beautiful thing as a sunrise or a sunset,
no matter what season it may be,
to witness such beauty is a true gift of freedom.

.2.3.2014.


Details | Rhyme | |

Sun and Stars

They say never stare at the sun, but I can't bare to look away,
Even if it leaves me blind for the rest of my days.
I stare solemnly until the sun explodes on the horizon and dark grows the sky.
Its light dies down but however does not cease.
It's almost as if it cannot bare to say goodbye,
So it spreads itself across the darkness piece by piece.
Stars or so they are called light up the way at night.
They have a way of causing my heart to ignite,
And set it ablaze with a burning desire.
I feel lifted as if my heart is soaring higher.
That is when I feel the warmth of your skin,
And I realize now after all this time where I have been.
I now realize all I have seen does not reside in the sky,
For my sun and stars live in one place and that is in your eyes.


Details | ABC | |

Blue Bird

Blue Bird

All alone inside of my magical little paradise called my mind is an peaceful and quiet, the sun is like a gentle kiss on the cheek, and the people are just so warm and friendly but watch out because if you open your eyes everything you once knew will be gone. This magical little realm has an bloody little twist to it. The sun that was once as comforting as an warm blanket was in fact the glistening moon and the empty black sky, and the people are now all blood thirsty monsters that are no longer affected by the sun light are now out for blood.

I run to escape the sickening but yet oh so enticing scent of blood and failure, I run to escape the screams of those who's lives were cut just too short, and I run to escape the sight of the undead, blood thirsty zombies who are on the hunt for others to join their group. I'm running, running to safety and security but all the time there's nothing but pit falls and traps. I'm running and success isn't that far away but just then I see prince charming I stop and become distracted by his promising words but just then he too becomes a monster. I scream and try to run but I just can't you trap me in fire and I can't escape. 

My mind goes numb, I can feel the darkness further enclose around me, my mind goes blank, and I forget about everything. On the inside I'm screaming, fighting, kicking to get away but on the outside I'm a love sick puppy. I know I'm stronger than this but there's something about you that I just can't get over. Just as the darkness seems to grow closer an light appears and an blue bird fights off my nightmare monster and takes me back to my snowy paradise where I'm safe and at peace and I continue my lonely dark and cold path to my brightly lite future with the little blue bird by my side reminding me that I am and will forever be loved by both my family, people who actually care about me, and god.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

At One with Nature

Wandering with friends through romantic and enchanting scenery the sun shines down on us,
The day is cool and clear each step on spongy mossy ground makes us feel as light as the air,
Finding our way along banks of a winding stream with each turn a fresh scene of loveliness,
This beautiful walk gladdens the eyes and charms the heart as nature is shows us her pictures.

While looking at these beautiful canvases of nature it is very hard to choose which is the best,
And looking at the glowing landscape a friend points towards a display of even more beauty,
In this scene there is nothing to say but just look at what is around us each turn makes us glow,
We feel the happiness of nature unfolding her gifts and you just know she has a winsome smile.

And as we walk further along a summer glade we nestle deeper into the bosom of mother earth,
Mountains and cowslips and the good old daisies join the purple heather laid out like a carpet.
The feeling is that nature is not exhausted yet she has many more treasures waiting to unfold,
As the dancing stream bubbles along and winds round an impending rock a surprise awaits us.

There is a scene so grand and wondrous that makes us silent and we are chained together in awe,
It seems up to this time a handmaid have been leading us through the porch and into the hallway,
Now we have arrived we have entered the chamber itself and stood face to face with our host,
Once more nature has opened her house to all her guests and hung forth her richest draperies.

The scenery before us now makes goose bumps rise on our arms and raises hair on our necks.
The sun shines brightly on the waters and the brown watered stream turns into a river of gold,
The land stretched out before us a radiant green that met the turquoise sky on the far horizon,
The caressing breezes carry delicious smells and scents it’s a new spring everything is awake. 


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The Invisible Man 14

I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her memory. It was a dark and very sad time and I miss her so much. The Invisible Man poems are supposed to to show the the darkness of my world, the way I felt. They are very precious to me. Thank you for reading.


The invisible man goes behind the stores looking for some food, by then he has
had enough the bitterness and hate. He thinks if he has happy thoughts he will be happy.

It seems its always a warm spring day when I walk with you down my memory lane,
I remember always holding hands with you as we smile and walk down there again,
The sun is shining brightly with flowers budding along the pathways of the past,
Pointing out little birds and beautiful wild flowers are my memories that last,
No clouds dare to mar the sun's watery glow, which melts into skies of soft blue,
No shadows would dare to mask the sun when I'm walking back in time with you,
From those long ago golden times I remember only happiness and never any tears,
Those were the most beautiful days of my life, the sweetest of all my many years,
For a short while I forget my loneliness the dreadful loss the hurting and the pain,
It’s always spring and happiness when we hold hands skipping down old memory lane.

Thinking of the past makes him so very sad, sadness that comes from deep within,
A wrenching passion that makes him lower his head into his coat to hide his warm,
tears that uncontrollably drip from his gaunt cheeks and splash on his ruined shoes.

Nasty bullying men taunting him and pointing out what he already knows that he is a
cancer on society that he stinks worse than the garbage he rummages through and would
better off dead.He shuffles past these people and leans on a wall Invisible sobs loudly he can't stop.
All the pain and constant sadness is too much so he goes to a supermarket and buys some,
cheap booze to ease the pain. He queues with his bottle of cheap vodka his face still wet
with tears. Everyone moves from his queue to another one Invisible cannot get out of the
shop quick enough. He sits on a bench in the shopping center and begins to drink.
The more he drinks the quieter the taunts are. Darkness hides him in neon light his sadness
is now bearable.He sits with his bottle between his legs and just stares at the floor and
as the booze disappears so does Invisible.


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On Fire

ON FIRE!

Fuming, bleeding,
running
The edge of the
world
Is red on fire
A golden sphere
Sinks beneath the
earth
Dragging the clouds
And the sky down
with it

Strip of purple
The sky fighting 
Against the sun
Melting away
Beyond a twisting
canyon
Sunset


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Dream Big

~ Dream Big ~ It is hard to believe Sixteen years have passed Since the day you were born A bundle of joy The apple of your Dad’s eyes Your Mom’s little princess Her baby girl I knew it then and I know it now You are special Always will be The sky has no limit Neither does the Stars, Sun or Moon You will go far I know you will Be who you want to be and ~ Dream Big ~ Over the years you have grown Into a beautiful young lady Full of love Compassion and Kindness I love you so very much The sky has no limit Neither the Stars, Sun nor Moon You will go far I know you will Be who you want to be and ~ Dream Big ~ Here is to you One of the most beautiful girls I the world While some may say I am partial to you I know it is true Just keep being you The sky has no limit Neither the Stars, Sun nor Moon You will go far I know you will Be who you want to be and ~ Dream Big ~ It’s your sweet sixteen However nothing is as sweet as you I love you so much I love you like my own You will always be The apple of your Daddy’s eyes Your Mom’s little princess Her baby girl Yet you are growing up so quick I wish nothing but the best for you I believe in you The sky has no limit Neither the Stars, Sun nor Moon You will go far I know you will Be who you want to be and ~ Dream Big ~ Happy Birthday Michelle Love Aunt Jean


Details | Romanticism | |

Brown eyed Beautiful lady

Brown eyed beautiful lady, dark skin glistening as the sun there shines. sweet smile, glorious eyes, making a cake with a beautiful smile, icing on her nose she laughs for a while, laughing and smiling like kids at play, the day well spent with a brown eyed beautiful lady. New year to remember, as the sun gave way its glistening shine, shining on her beauty divine, pretty as the morning, I look as she comes through the door, I stare in the moment, she captivates me like an angel, I get lost even farther as I look in the eyes of the brown eyed beautiful lady


Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom

This is your time, Do you see that this is your time? 
The rain has united with the sun and  when it falls it shall bring water to the Earth.  
The sun will cast  colors as the rain falls.  
The beauty that will be seen, will be across the sky. 
Seems that the Birds would taste the sprinkles of the water, 
as they pass the bright colors of the bow that is placed in the sky. 
This is your time to shine.  
The sky will unite with clouds, and cause an beautiful array, of whiteness, for all to see. 
This is your time, to stand and be free. 
The wind has united with the gentle breeze, this will cause the mixing of aroma that will ride along the gentle breeze. 
The smell so free and sweet. 
Twirl and swirl upon the warm breeze.
This is your time to breath. The air will be sweet, and damp. 
This is your time, to dance.
The Earth will cause music to flow through the trees, 
Can you hear the sound? Listen to all that is clean and new.  
The uniting of nature, that is so crisp, it is safe here.
You will only be seen through the glass covered sky, Seen by his eye.
This is your time, Twirl, and dance, feel the earth between you toes. Twirl, sweetness.
Let, the woes, diminish. You are so beautiful here. So very lovely.
This is you, this is forever. You are united here, with your creator.
He can hear you without speaking. This is your time to smile.
This is your time to become who the Lord wants you to become.
Quietness, will fill your being, united. Peaceful and still. Let the wind 
Blow  through you. This is your time, So lovely so pure.
  SarahL. Bowman


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PEACEFUL CONSENT XC

You are the most beautiful love of our lives
You make the heat of the sun soothing to the skin
You make the fear of the storm a simple excuse
You make the lightning an thunder sound like music

You are the dream of every young heart around
You are the console of many pilots of peaceful landing
You are the plaque in the hearts of men of valour
You are the stitch in time after the strong tear

Here is the beef sun dried and peppered to your taste
Here is the carrot watered and gardened to your table
Here is the bread cake of the nation fresh and sweet
Here is the temptation, wizardry and subtle witchcraft

Of the villain lurking on the verges of your conscience
But shielded by the beautiful love shining forth
A light to the narrow minded people from yonder
A pride of a nation and a prop to democratic points

But do not slander the cracked feet of the Nomads
But do not neglect the artisans and their workman-ships
But do not suffer the wisdom of the ancestors here
And betray the most beautiful trust reposed in you


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Chasing Sunrises and Dreams

Every morning my heart wakes up to find you. I dash from my bed and put on my slippers. I have driven miles just to see you. Many times with my camera in hand. It’s a love affair that began when I was a little girl. Chasing sunrises and dreams. You never look the same to me. Every morning it’s a new encounter. What will today bring? Will you be dressed in soft orange and lilac? Or perhaps a warm glowing amber? To not see you is to not live. To not see you is to not breathe, for you are my beloved sunrise and you belong to me. 

You set my day in motion. You set the tone of the creation. Without your input nothing would be the same. Don’t ever let me wake up without you. If I oversleep please come and tap upon my window pane. Forever friends. You and me. Let us journey once again today. Let us hold hands and see the new opportunities. Laughter and complete silliness to sincerity and warmth. There will never be a friend that brings such calm to my soul as you my beloved sunrise. I tried to snap a photo of you, but you keep moving. Your beauty is too difficult to contain.

Gwendolen Rix
11-4-14


2 Samuel 23:4 * And he shall be like the light of the morning when the sun rises,
A morning without clouds, Like the tender grass springing out of the earth, By clear shining after rain.’


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Still Beautiful - Words of Wisdom 1

The sun never sets the same way twice
But even if it did,
I'd still call it beautiful every time.

He says "I am normal."
Even if he were,
I would still call his soul beautiful every time.


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Mountains and Cowslips

Wandering with friends through romantic and enchanting scenery the sun shines down on us,
The day is cool and clear each step on spongy mossy ground makes us feel as light as the air,
Finding our way along banks of a winding stream with each turn a fresh scene of loveliness,
This beautiful walk gladdens the eyes and charms the heart as nature is shows us her pictures.

While looking at these beautiful canvases of nature it is very hard to choose which is the best,
And looking at the glowing landscape a friend points towards a display of even more beauty,
In this scene there is nothing to say but just look at what is around us each turn makes us glow,
We feel the happiness of nature unfolding her gifts and you just know she has a winsome smile.

And as we walk further along a summer glade we nestle deeper into the bosom of mother earth,
Mountains and cowslips and the good old daisies join the purple heather laid out like a carpet.
The feeling is that nature is not exhausted yet she has many more treasures waiting to unfold,
As the dancing stream bubbles along and winds round an impending rock a surprise awaits us.

There is a scene so grand and wondrous that makes us silent and we are chained together in awe,
It seems up to this time a handmaid have been leading us through the porch and into the hallway,
Now we have arrived we have entered the chamber itself and stood face to face with our host,
Once more nature has opened her house to all her guests and hung forth her richest draperies.

The scenery before us now makes goose bumps rise on our arms and raises hair on our necks.
The sun shines brightly on the waters and the brown watered stream turns into a river of gold,
The land stretched out before us a radiant green that met the turquoise sky on the far horizon,
The caressing breezes carry delicious smells and scents it's a new spring everything is awake.


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Sunset

A beautiful sunset, a painted picture in the sky. The clouds dared to take it away, but the sun shone through over this breathtaking horizon, I always knew with you, there would be a reason. I always believed in you, my heart whispers you are speaking the truth. I find blithe safety and trust in thee... please don't ever leave me. You'd miss this beautiful sunset, our memories you'd soon forget, would you want to risk that all? Giving up everything for nothing... who'd be there to help you up if ever you took a fall? Who'd be there, but me?... Who'd remember it all?... A cold wind sets in, I search for you... A ray of sun finds a sparkle of hope inside of my heart, I see you standing still, proud, and tall. There you are. A butterfly in my soul, how happy, how joyful. With this one last sunset before the end of our time, it paints a beautiful picture across the sky. Forever a butterfly fluttering, enchanting in my mind. And so you fly away, transforming in the light. Tears stream down my face, a broken heart, a sad goodbye. We will soon be together again, a promise until the end. Love will last forever, forever will find us in the end.


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* The Ocean Side

Such beauty is something one must never forget.
The smells, sounds, sunsets at the ocean side.
Sitting on a beach towel on the warmed sands with
a big umbrella shading from the sun of the day.

Now evening has come the sun is setting across the ocean.
The warm summer breeze blowing bringing the rippling of
the blue waves sloshing against the rocks on the beach.

Sky is now being lite up with colors of the rainbows.
As she sits watching the sun looking now like a big,
red beach ball, ready for someone to toss it about.
Breath taking to see such a beautiful site from God.

Than sets the sun, and up comes the moon lighting up
the darken beach with such beautiful light, showing all
that has now been swept on to the sands from the gentle
waves, far out shells, crabs, jelly fish, star fish, lobsters.

So the night ends with her picking up shells, putting them
into her bag, folding her towel, putting down the umbrella.
Taking one last walk across the sands wet with the tides,
knowing tomorrow she will be back to see it all again.


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Well again

What is wrong this morning?
I know something is not right
The sun and the moon together
And not letting go of the night

And the flowers look so sad
And the birds don’t want to sing
Just a dark gloomy shadow
That’s covering over everything

Ever the rain refuses to fall
So the trees can quench their thirst
But no one else can see this
It only exist in my universe

And the world stuck on pause
And at that moment I can tell?
That beautiful my sweet heart
Got the flu and not feeling well

She’s such an angel to me
Just a joy to the world 
A gift to humanity
And still such a down to earth girl

I try to got out side 
And the day just stands till
For how can you go about life?
Knowing the one you love is ill

I saw on the news storms here
All the roads are blocked off
But I’ve more important things on my mind
Like did she takes her Vicks 44 for her cough

I wish I was there to take care of her
To make some chicken soup Trinidad style
To chase away that bad cold
And bring back her beautiful smile

Hey you don’t look at me like that
I know all of you will do the same
For when the one you loves feels down
You, ill do anything to make them well again

So I will try to survive these days
Through the snow, storm, and shivering
Until I see the blue sky, the sun and the rain
It’s how I know my sweet hearts feeling well again


Details | I do not know? | |

Free

 Beneath the trees

 feel the light wind

 breeze. A truly bright

 powerful sun comforts

 me. Shines upon with

 grace, such warm embrace.

 As I gaze into the beautiful

 blue sky, I just breathe with

 such ease. Is this my reprieve

 or am I released.


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Cephallonia, My Love and Me

Its been there
Always has
Since first we fell in two

The ache to open the secret
Let this beautiful love
Be public view

I can say it in hushed tones
Always wary of stray eyes
Always eager to see

I want to shout it from the hilltops
But my heart is sellotaped closed
No one knows I am loved for me

People fall upon me
Look away
Sorrowful conclusions on their face

I want to tell them
If only you knew
My tender place

I often dream of it
Packing up our bags
Watching our clothes huddled close inside

Wondering what it will be like
On the other side of this secret
With no more secrets to hide

Walking hand in hand
For the very first time
Feeling the hot sun on our skin

Being greeted as a couple
Nothing would make me more happy
To be acknowledged as the love next to him

Walking along the beach
Just as the sun is setting 
Looking at a sleepy blue sky

Holding his hand in mine
In the freedom of Cephallonia
Trying so hard not to cry

We would dance
Our forbidden bones
Excited by the touch of the sand

Nestling between our toes
Encouraging us 
To embrace this beautiful land

As tired eyes emerge
We walk the sun kissed
Breathing in every beautiful breath of the sea

My heart is at last
Shouting from every hilltop
This is Cephallonia, My Love and Me...




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4th Floor Balconly

What a beautiful place
It's so peaceful, no sound, there isnt a trace
Cool wind blows against my face
I wish i can stay here forever
I just wont leave, ever
Here my thoughts float off into the sky
I spread my arms out to fly
Looking down below, I feel so high
The rays of sun shine down on me 
Untill darkness falls, they're for me to see
Glimmering stars begin to shine
In the darkness peace is still mine
The bright orange sun is rising, far far away
I smile because I can have another peaceful day
4th floor balcony, what a beautiful place


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Fools

FOOLS


The sun is warm high up in the sky-----

Too beautiful a day for men to die.
  
Still they do each passing day----Tell me why? 

The sun is high up in the sky and its rays show me what man has done. 

 It’s done under this sun so high in the sky.. 

To beautiful a day for men to die.

 Done… done… done ….Why? Why? Why?


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Mountains and Cowslips

Wandering with friends through romantic and enchanting scenery the sun shines down on us,
The day is cool and clear each step on spongy mossy ground makes us feel as light as the air,
Finding our way along banks of a winding stream with each turn a fresh scene of loveliness,
This beautiful walk gladdens the eyes and charms the heart as nature is shows us her pictures.

While looking at these beautiful canvases of nature it is very hard to choose which is the best,
And looking at the glowing landscape a friend points towards a display of even more beauty,
In this scene there is nothing to say but just look at what is around us each turn makes us glow,
We feel the happiness of nature unfolding her gifts and you just know she has a winsome smile.

And as we walk further along a summer glade we nestle deeper into the bosom of mother earth,
Mountains and cowslips and the good old daisies join the purple heather laid out like a carpet.
The feeling is that nature is not exhausted yet she has many more treasures waiting to unfold,
As the dancing stream bubbles along and winds round an impending rock a surprise awaits us.

There is a scene so grand and wondrous that makes us silent and we are chained together in awe,
It seems up to this time a handmaid have been leading us through the porch and into the hallway,
Now we have arrived we have entered the chamber itself and stood face to face with our host,
Once more nature has opened her house to all her guests and hung forth her richest draperies.

The scenery before us now makes goose bumps rise on our arms and raises hair on our necks.
The sun shines brightly on the waters and the brown watered stream turns into a river of gold,
The land stretched out before us a radiant green that met the turquoise sky on the far horizon,
The caressing breezes carry delicious smells and scents it's a new spring everything is awake.


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Sunrises at noon

12:30 a.m.: Wednesday 

I spoke in silent awe as I watched the sun breathe its final breath,
creating a beautiful silhouette which sat parallel to me.
She laid her gentle voice upon my ears,
as she sat comfortably beside my thoughts.
We spoke of generalized topics such as hobbies that turned to addictions.
Mine: The soft caress of a woman 
who could hold my heart with out fear of dropping it.
Hers: The sudden rush of learning of a person’s person 
through their vocal discussions. 

5:45: The night stood still; 
frozen, in the course of the mental love we were about to make..

Our discussions lasted for what seemed as endless hours, 
only to be realized as a brief moment in time.
She took me to heaven through her words
And soothed my aching heart with the memories I’ve most wanted:

Her and 
I, together 
again, yet
for the first time.

9:36: Dew drops formed a symbolic ballet for the dance we’d made 
through our verbal affections during the hours past..

Never had I known such a love as the presence peacefully presented before me
though it felt as if we had met in a lifetime earlier than the current.
Her angelic appeal aroused the blackest depths of my mind, 
grasping me beautifully as the night does the moon.
I reached for the night sky, piecing together our own constellation 
with hopes that it would draw the perfect idea for her
of us, everlasting and asked if it pleased her so.
She replied: ”So long I’ve waited to meet another soul as divine as yours.
I’ve been blessed to find you through the journey I’ve traveled for so long now.
Waiting, wanting…to find a perfect balance for my scale of love
and here, we sit.”

11:25: The horizon screamed of the apparent day break 
and our eventual departure coming ahead..

Our hearts palpitated vigorously at the evident knowledge,
soon enough, our words would run out and the conversation would cease.
I expressed my fear of lonliness and failure in love 
only to find a daunting but pleasing laughter glistening before me.
She uttered the sharpest reality that "in time, lonliness and failure 
coexist with love and success....in time, the world is our playground."
With time soon running out, the most important question I never thought 
to ask: what is your name?
She rose, gracefully as a true angel does 
and with the sweetest voice, she echoed

...Faith

As I woke from a slouching position from that same park bench as before
from what seemed to be the cruelest, 
Yet most beautiful dream 
Just as the sun rose
at Noon.


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A World To Ponder

As I lay, the world around me alive yet hushed, time rests still to let the mind 
catch up with it. A night sky with one sea of clouds and the sun reflecting 
monsters created by accident lays still. While these beautiful monsters, in their 
size, kill the grass they stand on, their beauty takes away breath from all living 
things. Soon the sun will cease to shine on the melancholy above us. The waters 
will recede back into the horizon as the sun wakes up to shine on flowers 
abroad ‘till it is bored of sitting in these flowers and goes off to explore all the 
other wondrous designs once shown in Eden upon soft pedals of gentle, yet 
plagued life.
	Songs of sorrow come from the ones left in the presence of one 
mightier than the sun until the beautiful monster comes again with his deadly 
stomp.
Watching, wandering, and wondering, the sun asks, “How is this death so 
glorified. Do none wish to grow, or do they confuse north and south?”

The fish calm, the waves roar to the horizon in understanding. As this reality 
becomes my fantasy-I live in this world that men before me have created.


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summer dreams

a year each time, we must wait
for warm climate the world creates,
the singing birds and the apple trees
so, full of wonders and covered in leaves
how can one world make such beautiful things?
At summer time the world just sings,
holiday sun and fun, fun times
it's coming soon if you see the signs,
hanging with friends and dips in the pool
a little bit of freshness to keep you cool,
little beach hut and sand and sea
a little world that is perfect for me,
sun tan lotion for the browning skin
how can this beautiful world be full of sin?
Gentle waves lapping at my toes,
like a little secrets no one knows
buzzing bees and butterflies
flapping there wings so they can fly,
waking up in summer is a beautiful dream
with no more cold that can be mean,
and the massive sun that now just shines
we are in the worlds most beautiful design.