Thought of making a statue of you
Then had an idea that a portrait would be better
Remembering all your fine lines with no flaws
Your beauty of distinction
Perfection in your eyes by the artist
Your face glistens under the moon light
Beacons like the stars that twinkle
Paint in creation that everyone will see and admire
Your eyes will be painted in 3D
Capturing your moving portrait like a Queen
Color contrast
Image from the heart
Stand out
Inspiration you gave
First time we met
As the French say “Amore” on my mind
Your picture will be like a love story chapter that never ends
Captivated me
Through the different brushes of color
Relish the goodness and quality
Masterpiece reality.
Hare trapped in a bubble,
Too pained by the capture;
Yet chews its last supper.
Even joy precedes pains—
stop your stare,
dare to help.
Though I err,
spare some love,
wipe my tear.
Summer fair; fried foods.
Scents wafting through the air-
Making stomachs growl.
Thoughts come but do not linger
They flutter and flit faster than hummingbirds’ wings
In blips and darts
I know too well how swiftly they can dissipate forever
I write down my ideas fast now
Before they disappear
Once gone, they cannot be revised or revisited
Know the stakes before the show.
Risk all; let it go!
Courageously make that climb
Bring your Spark in time.
Life is much more than a walk,
A picnic or a jog in the park
There's a Duty-Call from Above.
It's simply just to fall-in-love
With Truth, life and to trust.
It's The Essence; the core to the crust
"But I don't understand!" you say
"What would be the cost to pay?"
With just a glimpse of happiness in you
Authenticity: be faithful and true,
Like fireworks bursting in air
Reveals The Essence: That we care!
Life and changes are hard.
But Fight regrets and fear retard.
Be on an expert and responsible team
Persevering, sharing God's dream
Like a child inquisitive,
Learning, initiating and sensitive.
The Essence is also like a mother
Jumping up to help another,
Being sweet, kind and genuinely YOU,
Making others better too,
Bringing out the Best, no doubt
With no time to "chicken-out"!
So, live in the Essence
By your heart, in every sense,
Sophisticated, elaborate and extravagant!
Covering over us God's Love is bent.
You will see a new and better plan,
If only to be still and listen, you can?
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The same unwillingness we share
To compare, poems fished the fairy
As it is searching for a rhythm
Dancing by the bright flare
Of the hearts capturing each other
Intense emotions flow from you to me all the way across town
For though what you say to me is only in text, I feel you all around
You touch my heart and open my mind, my senses running free
And if we should meet...
Just us two, you could run me to the ground
Capture (C) Susan Manley 1985
soul God will capture
what we heard about rapture
are certain and sure
when some men
forget the power
of women in bikini
on their beds,
it easy for them
to laugh at how
king David fallen for
a bathing woman.
August 18/ 2023
Don't miss me for I'm never very far,
glimpsing your days from a secret star.
I'm among flowers that grow by your side,
resting on rainbows when hoping to hide.
As stars sparkle in the misty moonlight,
should a lone one capture a naive night,
or, if the summer breeze ruffles your hair,
it's because, for the moment, I was there.
Music you hear in a soft, summer's breeze,
is our song I'm singing to sleepy trees.
If not there, I fly in a peaceful place
where love can exist in a groundless grace.
I often meet you in whispers of air,
the song of a bird, sunlight on the stair.
I'll caress you when time gathers us nigh,
Together we'll explore the seamless sky.
March 16, 2023
for Brian Strand's Number 1199 poetry contest
POTD
Many people continue to sing about some world states captured by some powerful business people, and
leaders of World…
“State capture ruling system is not a made in Europe...”
Let us look in the history of
the world to understand the author of the states capture and the imitators of that system...
As author of
some published books and other which are not published...
Years ago some dark “Black “powerful Emperors and Kings used to capture some territories in the world.
And imposed the captured leaders to do things according to their will and laws.
That was the
“Black Supremacy “
to mean the power of the black people to rule the World…
" The dominance of the black
nations in the World"
"The superiority of the dark peoples in the world."
" Many Europeans and North
Americans know about this."
So the Author of the state capture system and slavery are some powerful black” Dark” Emperors and Kings in BC.
February 01/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
If pursuit gives me the joy
Why capture the butterfly?
Let it freely flutter by
Lovely until life’s envoi.
"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . .
Quote by_Constance La France
We’re born. We learn to walk and talk.
We grow, learn more, and grow some more.
Milestones occur – too numerous to name:
first day of school, first best friend, first date,
first kiss, first heartbreak, and on and on.
Ahhh, so many firsts – some wonderful,
some not!
The poet takes these life events
and molds them into poems using descriptive phrases.
I know within my own mind
there live unwritten words, like fledgling birds,
waiting to be released and given wing!
Poetry that makes us feel is poetry most real.
I think it should be every poet’s desire
to capture words – the perfect words
conveying all the beauty (and the sadness too)
that connects us all, one to another.
May our life’s preludes continue,
and may we never falter for poetic words.
Unwritten words inside my own mind
I hope forever
I may find.
Nov. 19, 2022
Not quite the version of real time,
caught calm in a candid capture;
At once the art fades away,
burned from memory into a filter;
Caught calm in a candid capture;
A moment ago you were boiling,
finale fireworks on the Fourth of July;
At once the art fades away,
left in awe of your explosion;
Fanned fire cooled to low key;
Burned from memory into a filter,
changed your speed way too fast;
Emotional hand read 'Move On.'
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