A vision of crosses bless with the Kings blood.
Many bodies lined in a row many saints turned to pure snow.
Lanes of warriors singing praise to Jesus.
Hymns of Halleluyah shouted in Faith.
The Bridegroom sings for his bride.
The King is calling us home.
Soon the days of mourning will be over.
Silver Bones and a Copper Skull burst into a rainbow of sunshine as we become eternal.
Our new bodies are almost her for us to dwell in our new eternal homes with Jesus forever soon.
Wavy stars and bubbly drinks with a wonderful wedding feast we soon must attend.
Keep your lamps oil lit and do not run out of oil.
Praise Jesus forever for he is our rock and our comforter our hero King forever Lord of All things.
Praise you Jesus forever for you are the music to my soul the song I crave to forever sing.
I love you Jesus forever I do.
The autumn silver moonlight is bright
Wild winds whisper secrets to ponder
Inviting raptors to hunt for prey at night
Mirrored reflections upon the river in white
As nocturnal scavengers come out to wander
The autumn silver moonlight is bright
Cries and screeches echo from their plight
High up in a barren tree nests a young condor
Inviting raptors to hunt for prey at night
Seeing moving shadows can be a fright
Creatures out to hunt and conquer
The autumn sliver moonlight is bright
Owls soar along the riverbank in flight
Curiosity evokes a vulnerable responder
Inviting raptors to hunt for prey at night
Dawn now quiets as some lost their fight
The cries and sounds fade in yonder
The autumn silver moonlight is bright
Inviting raptors to hunt for prey at night
Life is a blackbird's bony beak
Living is a pumping, juicy red berry
Tranquility is a royal flushed heart
meandering down a silver stream.
I hear it whisper through the night.
Dry leaves crunch where moon-pale shadows grow.
I lean toward what it keeps beyond my sight.
The moon lies caught in tarnished, shifting light;
A thin wind threads the rusted leaves below.
I hear it whisper through the night.
A moth worries the glass with dusted flight;
Its powdery wings disturb a muted glow.
I lean toward what it keeps beyond my sight.
Behind the glass, a narrow path burns bright;
Though no path runs beneath the branches’ glow,
I hear it whisper through the night.
The face within looks back—not quite aright;
Its hand lifts slower than it ought to go.
I lean toward what it keeps beyond my sight.
Dry leaves crunch beneath my feet at night;
The garden holds one secret from long ago.
I hear it whisper through the night;
I lean toward what it keeps beyond my sight.
opaline oyster
pricelessly squeeze milk
into allspice tea
silvery hair gleams
cream floats ivory —
pearl last crumb of bun
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Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Contest: Colour my World :
6 lines x 5 syllables
30.9.26
Satin shroud of mist
Spreads over the hills
Opal light in pond
Grey fog covers path
Spider silk holds dew
Silver slime shines bright
tide breath on my skin~
the sea lifts its silver voice,
teaching me to rest
silver ocean gleam
on faded wallpaper where
spring swallows plunge low;
each morning I give thanks for
a shore I no longer see.
At dawn, a silver mist gathers at the door,
a stillness between worlds, soft as breath~
you stand there, holding the lantern key.
Its metal cool against your palm,
you turn it once, and the air shifts~
light spills like memory learning to walk.
Just beyond the threshold, frost lifts,
each blade of grass becomes a filament of promise~
and the day unlocks itself, slowly, for you.
Her three tall masts pierce through the gray,
Where swells of sapphire rise and fall;
She rides the deep in grand display,
Answering the high sea's wild, cold call.
Her canvas full, each sail blown tight,
Stretched firm beneath a heavy breeze,
She carves her way with graceful might,
Across the rolling, restless seas.
With rhythmic ease, the waters swell,
And lift her dark frame toward the sky,
While white-capped crests surrounding tell
Of rolling deeps as she glides by.
From high atop the crow’s nest railing,
A lookout spots gray shadows near—
A pod of whales, majestic, sailing
Beside the hull without a fear.
At helm stands Captain Jack, steadfast,
His weathered hand upon the wheel,
Reflecting on her storied past
And every seam of iron and steel.
Born in the fires of sea-bound lore,
Rebuilt from ash, reclaimed from fate,
The Black Pearl haunts the coast once more,
A ghost of legend, proud and great.
pearl-soft rain gathers
at the threshold of early spring;
your compass traces
a quiet path through the silver air,
where calm awe begins to rise.
silver spring light drifts
across the mirror’s quiet face;
I watch myself change~
wonder rising in its place.
Let me lie down for a while
To watch the clouds formless wags
Their silver linings in the sky
Can’t be corroded by the rains
Intangible, ephemeral
That silver shines too bright
To last for longer, on the roll
Of the wild winds I might
Feel for a minute, maybe two
Or three, if I continue
To watch the sky in search of you
Although I live within you.
silver feather drifts,
breaking through stillness of light
calm courage takes flight.
in the evening air,
soft strength glows beneath the stars~
peace becomes its spark.
Syllable Structure: 8, 10,7,9,6,8,8
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Stars sparkle, scattering silver,
Silent skies glitter, serenely sublime,
Distant diamonds, divine dance,
Glittering globes gleam, glowing gently,
Brilliant beacons burn bright
Whispering wonders to whole world,
Fanciful fantasies flow fast.
Silver Categories
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