I love the way
I love the way your gentle blue eyes shine
As your lovely face, it tells me you are mine
No words could tell, the love I have for you
It shines through me, so pure and sweet and true.
My years with you, have been the best I’ve known
Through all these years my love has grown and grown
I know, at times I’m hard to understand
Yet how I melt beneath our love so grand.
Until the end of time we two be one
Our love so vast it could outshine the sun
Together we two drown within such bliss
I’d die without your love, be sure of this.
Nothing could ever stem my love for you
It fills the Earth, the seas, the sky so blue
Forever and a day, this love in me
Will join us two together endlessly.
I feel Gods breath in nature
The birds are singing. Beautiful it be
The trees are swaying on the morning breeze
Oh how it fills me with such mystery
Oh my, how nature fills me with such ease
I love the flowers; love the birds, and trees
I feel Gods breath in everything that grows
Something it glows within the heart of me
A force of love so deep within me flows
When I’m with nature something in me knows
That God is good, how can this not be true
When birds sing out, I always feel his glow
The perfume of the flowers brings it too
Oh, nature, how she thrills me through, and through
Seems, God is there in everything I do
17 November 2014
Obviously influenced by the English sonnet there ia also still a Celtic influece in making a link from stanza to stanza.. It still follows the three quaterns and a couplet pattern, but each stanza is linked to the next giving a rhyme pattern of;
a. b. a. b. . b. c. b. c. . c. d. c. d. .d.d.
Here is an example. It is written in 10 syllables throughout.
On this lovely morning
I sit here, this fine morning
And I feel I have to write
Just as the day is dawning
It gives me sweet delight
Black Cockatoos fly overhead
It's a lovely mystic morn
On this wondrous path I tread
A new day it is born.
The sun comes shining high above
The sky is mystic blue
It bathes the flowers with its love
They shine in every hue
As only love can fill my soul
The love for everything
The whole wide world it seems so whole
My heart begins to sing.
As birds they feed upon my lawn
Such pleasure I do feel
The mystery that comes with dawn
So tender and so real
I feel it to my deepest core
It mesmerises me
How I really do adore
Dawns lovely mystery.
15 October 2014
She stands there like she has for years
The life in her all gone
Once she wore a coat of green
And she'd be filled with song
As feathered friends of every kind
Would rest among her leaves
And as in life the same in death
Our tree will never grieve.
So all alone, she looks, this tree
All etched against black clouds
Although the life in her be gone
She stands there looking proud
And all her majesty is seen
By those with eyes to see
I take her picture once again
Try to catch her mystery
21 September 2013 @1920hrs.
As River flows.
As river flows so peacefully
I sit here just content to be
As Ravens fly so high above
This morning, it was made for love
It enters deep into my soul
It’s sweetness making me so whole
This softest morning mystery
Oh, how it reaches out to me
The trees, they dance so gracefully
They wave, and flow upon the breeze
Bird song drifts from happy branches
Oh lord, how this my heart enhances
Silence rules above all this
A kind of stillness filled with bliss
Captivates my very core
Oh, I’d not wish for any more.
The river peaceful, calm and still
So wonderful it makes me feel
As it reflects those dancing trees
I watch and let the morning breeze
Caress my skin so tenderly
Then all is gone, there’s only me
The emptiness of all that is
I’m sailing on the waves of bliss.
15 March 2014 @ 0705hrs.
Is to bring joy
Into my heart to come
As my days are getting on
Nothing can be so beautiful
Sweet classics they gently touch my heart
Such sweet music touches my heart strings
Nothing makes my heart sing like this
As the birds sing each new day
I just ponder on life
Causing bliss to come
in wondrous joy
16 September 2014 @1633hrs
*Acronet was created by Pat Simpson. It begins with a 9 letter title word. Use link above forum to select a word. It must be left justified and starts with each line with the letter in title. This means it starts with 1 syllable on line one and then on line two 2 syl, then line 3 3 syl, line 4 4 syl, line 5 5 syl, line 6 6 syllables, line 7 7 syl, line 8 8 syllables, and line line 9 syllables. Ok that was first verse...
Now you take the title again but use the letters backwards to begin each line first line is now 9 syllables, using the last letter in title, next line is 8 syllables using next to last letter in title, etc.. until on line 9 you end up with one syllalbe and the first letter of the title word.
There is no rhyme here and can be any subject. Good luck...
God’s kind of poetry
I look down with eyes so clear
On all of life that be so dear
And I see all you folk down there
Looking, looking everywhere
Trying to reach me knowing not
That I am everything, the lot
I am all you’ll ever be
I be thee, and you be me .
You look at me with love, and fear
But have you got the message clear
That if you want to seek me out
Do not look you all about
Just take a look so deep within
Take a search beneath your din
Then you’ll find the whisper there
Lately it’s a thing so rare
When you find me you will know
The whole of you will wear a glow
Peace and harmony will shine
You’ll know me then the one divine
They’ll be no inner wars for you
You’ll be a light that shines on through
Touching others, changing them
A mystic one, a shining gem.
27 September 2014
Written for the contest 'Gods kind of poetry' I don't know if this is what the contest wants. But I do know that Hermann Hesse would give it the thumbs up , After reading his book Siddartha.
I Raise My glass.
I raise my hand and salute them
Those boys who fought the wars.
I give them my good wishes
I could not praise them more.
I weep warm tears for women folk
Who were left at home to cry
And I gnash my teeth for the one that weeps
For a son that had to die.
And I raise my sword to the evil one
Who thinks that he has power
The lion sleeps, these quaking heaps
Well some day they must cower.
And I raise my glass to the son of God
That he laid down the way.
And I hope it’s true that he’ll come back
And make it all okay.
Then I’ll hear me well those birds in song
I’ll smell those blossoms all day long
And I’ll just kind of sing my song
And to Heaven I will pray.
Socrares April 28 2004.
Looking At A Butterfly
I was looking at a butterfly
And I saw God instead.
It stretched it’s lovely brindle wings
And stopped the mind quite dead.
For mirrored in its sanctity
There was a sacred power
That penetrated all of me
Till I became a flower.
I looked into the depth of it
That white hibiscus flower.
As I stood there for a moment
And I stood there for an hour.
And God was looking back at me
As its stamen stood right out
And the power filled me to the brim
And took away all doubt.
I heard a Wagtail whistling there
In a thick and luscious tree.
As day just melted into song
I heard eternity.
The song then melted in my heart
And the Wagtail disappeared
And everything that was, was me
And the light destroyed my fears.
For Rogers contest, magical forest
In the magical forest
It was on a lovely, mystic night
Full moon was shining big and bright
The trees they glistened neath the moon
I strode there whistling a happy tune
There was so much beauty in this place
This magical forest filled with grace
As the stars they twinkled in the sky
This night it raised my spirits high
I heard the sound of a mystic flute
A lovely sound I’ll not refute
As I came across this clearing where
I had no choice but to stand and stare
There were elves and fairies, Goblins too
And they could dance, I’m telling you
As the forest folk all gathered round
And from this scene such joy they found
The bears were there, the foxes too
They formed a band with a kangaroo
A couple of Dingo’s, and a mouse
It was like a kind of open house
Everyone did sing a song
As the mike it went around the throng
Then I awoke, it was a dream!
But oh, it was a lovely theme.
11 March 2014 @ 0500hrs.