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The Enchanted Dream

How sweet the soothing songs of May Reposed upon the fragrant breeze The comely songs were Seagulls play On the lulling trembling seas. That dissolved the traces of your feet That lingered in the distant sands While the sultry beams unite to meet The carnal rosebuds of your hands. That blush in light the morning spray Descending warmly in your eyes Who knew the light of love this day Would lift me up to a new sunrise. Yet in the sunless fleeting hour I would hold you in my smile Or steal a kiss from you my flower In this languid scented isle. That quivers in the blue distance When tender birds are fast asleep When blazing stars of night entrance The lonely fountains glistening deep. I would hear your whispers by the sea On the soothing waves of night Its mellowed voice would comfort me When the winds would take to flight. To the starry distance and empty spaces That holds the night sky of your hair On hallowed streets and sleepless faces It blows the Eastern dews most fair. And on the enchanted blossom rare That I'd finally pluck in spring To bow and give to you my dear With this golden diamond ring.

Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed | Year Posted 2013

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Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

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- Moonlight Dream -

    Open the gate and step into the night's adventure
    A golden full moon hovering in world of his own
    The moonlight is magical
    Night darkness under the moon dew glistens
    Where the diamonds - the emeralds and
    the jewels shine among all the golden
    Golden light envelops water pearl luster
    in a bed of cotton
    As the waves swell
    in the ocean
    Carefully the wind plays
    over the harp
    Interaction with the moonlight
    and the dream that is my own

  A-L Andresen :)


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014

Details | Terza Rima |

- A Vision Through Snow Crystals -

A snowflake always spells unique in words 
Frozen songs from heaven 
Melting into the heart 

Stunning winter kisses warm
My passion is deep,rooted
flowing through the heart

Rolling out a carpet of divine purity 
What better way to rest easy 
Soft white footprints remain

In the snow you’ve made
Where an angel dances
In a vision of beauty

Warmly upon the breath
Floating on the wave of love
Silver dancing ice breaks 

This soul can now reach Heaven
I melt into your snowflake 
A winter rose is born

Blown forever silken sparkles kiss
Into one beauty of a starlight vision
On me so deeply inside purity and happiness blooms 

(unrhymed tercets) 
A Collaborated write by
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

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I meander through verdant valley
where meadows collide in windswept jade,
hillsides bathe in summer sunshine
and oceans of clouds, commit to shade.

Moorland sheep laze in woolly clusters
creating footpaths upon the hill,
busy hedgerow a rural city
scar of an era, is town head mill.

Vibrant coppice alive with creatures
leafy towers caress morning mist,
sunlight shines on distant window
across the valley, a sapphire twist.

Crag and beacon rise majestic
standing stone a monument to thrall,
sculptured by marauding seasons
an ancient culture’s, rocky stall.

Yet to chance upon misty patterns
softly sketched upon the hill,
I will savour these happy moments
awakening to, a distant trill.

Wharfedale, Yorkshire England

For Dr Ram's contest My best poem 2012
placed 1st in Matt Caliri's contest anything 19 0f jan 2012

Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2010

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A Lovely Little Daydream

I'm drifting along in a boat
In the shade of bald cypress trees
They're covered in gray Spanish moss
Hanging down to their cypress knees

With the swipe of a catfish tail
As he lunges to grab a snack
The splash breaks the afternoon silence
Minnows flee from the hungry attack

Turtles are sunning on an old fallen tree
Bullfrogs croaking for rain 
The echoing cries of a lonely loon
As he pauses between refrains

At times escaping into nature
When life gets too extreme
I go back to the days of a country boy
To a boat, on a creek, in a dream

    January 14 2017

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017

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In Your Dreams

Was it all a sweet dream or just reality?,
  I sit and ponder that very thought,
During the daylight and in the nighttime,
  Wondering, were we ever there or not?

A crescent moon smiled down on me,
  Shedding it's white light upon the ground,
I sat amongst the petals, waiting patiently,
  And it was there, that me, you found.

Lavender flower petals I did pluck,
  As I was seated atop the green hillside,
Does he love me, or does he not?,
  My love for you, I could not hide.

I only saw you as a dark silhouette,
  A shadow that walked upon the ground,
Among silver stars and a midnight sky,
  Your gentle voice was the only sound.

My darkened silhouette was no longer alone,
  While yellow fireflies around me dance,
When you came to join me atop that hill,
  In the meadow's softly illuminated romance.

I was embraced within your arms,
  As your most tender kiss met mine,
On that one warm summer's night,
  When our kindred spirits did entwine.

So sad was I when the time came to part,
  As the rising sun shined golden upon my hair,
Although, what a beautiful dream it was,
  When I awoke and found you there.

        Waking Dreams Contest

            April, 4th, 2014

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

World above the clouds

Far away from this bonded crowd,
Far away from these layers of 
Oh wings of the air glide me away,
To the world, world above the 

To the giant mountains of mist,
Where sparkling houses of rain 
be built,
World beneath where would be 
And sun rays where will be cold 
and soothing.

Where I won’t be bound by laws,
And I could speak freely about 
things I love aloud,
Yeah to the world with cloud 
above the clouds,
Where everything just everything 
will be allowed.

Sliding on morning dews that stays 
till night,
Diving in the night’s sky that looks 
like morning light,
With no paths to follow,
I’ll glide free and fast,
Yawing, pitching, bouncing, 
Like the endless penumbra it’s 
unknown where I’ll last
Yeah endless it is,
And it’s unknown where I’ll last

For Above the CloudsContest
I think I am late :-( posting this 

Copyright © Shiraz Iqbal | Year Posted 2013

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A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.

Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

- Burning With Love -

   Falling, laughing orange sunshine
   Warmly comforting beams caress
   I was blinded for a moment
   Lost searching faraway grace
   A color the Angels have ordained ?
   Butterflies dancing on each heartbeat
   I have to feel your tender touch
   Cotton fingertips electric sparks embrace
   The days they pass so quickly now
   Watching night and day pass 
   The splendid color of the sky
   Heavens purity through lens of one soul
   A blazing light upon the shores
   Golden treasure your light shines 
   All of God's creation, painted with his brush
   Rainbow misted angel tears a bouquet promise
   Of life, that seems almost too much
   Far beyond our human brain to explain
   Somewhere very near, just around the corner
   Hope dances with the never ending dream

   Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  11.09.2015 
   Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blank verse |

A Presence in the Forest

Somewhere in an old-growth forest,
a woman smoothly moves amidst
shadows of the pines and hardwoods.
Her mossy gown is verdant green,
her hair twinkles with mica and
her soul, deep as a midnight sky,
with remote star clusters beaming.
She tends the ruins of an ancient inn
and a bed of ferns and roses.
Many a nomad, passing through,
is revived by her grace and goodness.
Though we can't lay hands on her,
she wanders free within our grasp,
For the ancient inn beguiles us still
in the labyrinths of our minds.

Copyright © Carol Mays | Year Posted 2015

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Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.

Copyright © James Ray Morris | Year Posted 2010

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Dare to dream of Wind

He ran away to chase his dreams
Short of a miracle was it not?

Yet the winds of change roared strongly at night
Enter- the fierce winds of time
It will be you alone.

As you dance, I cry
Blow the flowers toward me
Free to drown me now.

Like a DJ on steroids,
I won't allow you to slice through my heart anymore,
My beautiful daughter, Windstream.

John Monteblanco
Nature, Four In One

Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rictameter |

I Rise

I rise
to catch the day,
Many weep to cuddle.
I rise to the super blessings- 
Those ones that parade around vivid earth,
The rooted crust and resources.
I rise to the rainbow-
Arch of colours

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

Details | Sonnet |

Sunrise, Heaven And Nature Conspire

Sunrise, Heaven And Nature Conspire!

At sunrise, when morn breaks into sweet day
Darkness,eases into another far lost realm
Light returns to splendor in its bright way
Sun-ship glowing,celestial giant at the helm!

We that rise up to see this wondrous event
soak in its beauty, holding its glory fast
Our future embraced and our past thus spent
each day's memories and hopes sail at last!

Heaven and Nature conspire to give that gift
hours await to explore life's great dreams
Darkness fled,giving again blessed day shift
full of promises riding magnificent streams!

At sunrise, when morn breaks into its sweet day
Earth gives man more time to love, dance and play!

Robert J. Lindley, mid-70's

Old sonnet, perhaps mid/late 70's.
Had no date on it.. Certainly was at an 
optimistic time in my young life.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Stuff I Wonder

What does it feel like to wake up into your skin?
Your day?
What do you feel first most days?
Is it in any way influenced by gratitude,
or totally given over to worry,
anxiety about your shortness of time?
Is this life the one you had in mind as a child?
When did this that you do to fill your days and years become your dream?
Or is it your nightmare?
Or something in between?
If so, which parts are closest to your dream
and what were you doing
with whom and why
as this became your dream?
Were these relationships good dream mentors for you?

How did you get to this day, this place, this vocation?
When did your nightmare start
and is it something more than the fear
of your own cherished dream's loss?
What is that one thing that sets you apart,
that is your unique character fingerprint?
How is your identity unique from all others alive now,
or in the past,
or in future generations?

And, if your uniqueness is no one thing,
but a constellation of attributes,
characteristics, dreams, fears, wisdom,
aspirations, relationships, memories,
then how is any one of those unique to you,
and if none is,
after due consideration,
then how are you not part of me
and all that is related to you
that is also related to others
that are less directly related to you,
on back to the emergence of memory capacity itself?
What do you imagine was that first memory?
Do you think it was of longing or belonging,
or somehow both,
like the contentment waiting within harmonic contention,
resolution waving toward our future revolution,
still co-arising in noncontentious background?
Is contentment intuited as informat-ionic,
nonlanguaged syntax of sequentially reasonal logos,
to know and love nature's wise resolving resolutions,
without, as within?

Evolution and Revolution each grow, respectively,
Yin- and Yang-temporal resolved,
slow and fast-paced momentum
optimizing balanced incoming diastolic form,
polyculturing function,
with outgoing memory-folded contentment,
confluent wonder.

Could prime permacultural balance,
optimize enculturation's meaning
by minimizing  future's monoculturally rapacious dissonance
from wonder,
revolutionary shock,
and co-passionate awe?

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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At The Edge Of A Dream

Bright are the hues in springtime's overflow
The sad winds proceeds thro' the sensuous room
The flowering garden kept gently reciting
The flowing notes 'neath the sun shaped moon.

The candles flicker and the blue stars glimmer
The dead pools ripple thro' the winds pulse
The light grows thicker, my heart grows dimmer
My hands warm glow and convulse.

And spreads lightly across the monotonous wall
By the splendid cypress, that droopingly blows.
Memories creeps with its secret undertones
Illustrious the visions that entrancingly glows.

There's a place where the mind wanders across
The vast fields of those never ending dreams
When rest the slumbering eyes of the world
When wakes the night's warm flooding beams.

A place where the imperial streams may meet
A place where the sparkling springs may rise
A place from all life's plummeting defeats
Stilling the mournful teardrops in my eyes. 

Where I by the green rocks and ponderous oak
Away from men with envious tongues
And from the bitter spectre of love's after glow
And from the trampling of the strong.

Would saunter in the deep wide rosy valley
Where the sullen owl in night espies
My eyes are quenched by the carnal flowers
The pond is dancing and then it sighs.

The nightly Zephyrs soothes our humble rest 
Seraphs in a golden halo of glowing light
The sparrow clasped upon its mother's breast
'Twixt the blue distance softly streaming bright.

The night is cold and the music intrudes
And the fluttering mist wild white subsides
My heart has flown and the buds exudes
Sultry the sprays expanding wide.

When dappled the leaves the heaven bedews
That glides thro' the vacant bowers
Where my tender head would softly sleep
Thro' all the nights intriguing hours.

In nature sweet I've made my bed to rest
A heaven away from life's blazing hell
Where my sunken heart can freely flutter
To the distant skies that brightly swell.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed | Year Posted 2014

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Visit me in a dream

Come and visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

Are you floating on a cloud?

Have you found the brightest star?


I know you're with us somewhere,

Even though you can't be seen,

Painting the bluest sky,

Or among the grass so green.


As I'm wandering through the park,

Looking up at the trees,

Daydreaming of the joy you brought,

Will you visit me please?


Just send me a little sign,

White feathers on the breeze,

To let me know you're happy, free

And put my mind at ease.


Or ask a passing stranger,

With twinkling brown eyes,

A cheeky smile, and baldy head,

To nod as he passes by.


Or maybe play a special song,

Loud, on my radio,

That could have been written just for you,

About all the love we've known.


Come visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

I know you're there, a floating cloud,

And one of the brightest stars.

Copyright © Sarah Judd | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

Walking Baby's Journey

Taking baby steps these days,
they hurt less than leaps and bounds.

An unusually negative way of saying:
small steps feel more contenting right now,
than larger plans for different memories.

What are these larger plans for different memories
you back away from right now?
How might you hang onto this dream
or avoid this nightmare
while continuing with your contented smallish steps?

Could you write and storytell yourself through both messages,
perhaps nesting one within the other,
usually the smaller steps within the larger praxis and storyline
like a personal journal entry,
nested within each Earth Day headline.

Of which hopes and dreams is your life iconic,
as it is,
and becomes obvious by simply unweaving your story backward,
back through Earth's spacetime enculturing history?

How you are different and the same as your grandmother
writes the most recent episode in your epic
of how you are different and the same as Grandmother Moon,
languages the most recent episode
in the universal epic
of how you are different and the same as  your Elder cousins,
Sun and Earth,
Yang on Yin, yet again,
Fire's dynamic effect on Water's self-absorptive evaporation.

Let's Spring those Baby Steps, girl!
Stop with this winterish wilting in silo of shadow,


OK, so, who and/or what's next?

I need to find a less expressive way of living.
Oh, wait, that's called not living.
Hmmm, what to do....

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

A dream is born

It was with innocence the dream was born
purity of childhood‘s ploy, carefree joy
A lease of life to re-emerge each morn
with nature’s awakening to enjoy.
As was nature serene, so too the dream
to live a life of calmness, peace of mind
scales to balance the light of life, a gleam
of hope to plan future visions aligned.
A balance of love between two that share
the nature’s alms to live in peaceful calm
togetherness and bliss, a loving pair
as destiny intended, by life’s realm.

Life´s fulfillment perceived by shared passion.
Worldly lover’s caring with compassion.

T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

and in my dream-

and in my dream-  I find myself in a lush forest
dripping wet with life, steamy and sultry
I am one with nature and with the aqua drifting water
Oh, the soft moss and the wet lime ferns
I float in tranquility and beneath me water reeds grow, swaying
so many hues of greens and colors dwelling in harmony
juniper, sage, olive, blue, pine . . . 
emerald green of a little frog and dark brown of a crocodile
small yellow little fish kiss my toes-  a lovely fushia flower
     an orange snake slithers, a fluttering purple butterfly
       a blue birds sings sweetly- green twining vines
         meandering in the dark foliage, my sage eyes whisper
           come fall into the lush depths with me, I will take you to a world full of 
utter peace where all beautiful shades of nature mingle and entwine.

Contest 231

Second Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Spring's Sweet Reality

She wanders to a dream, a place Where weeping willows brush her face Beneath the branches bending low She's walking where a garden grows Grass gently sways, as cool as glass And timid blows the warming breeze, That fetches shining hair with ease With wisps of gold, which fly astray, Like meadow flowers, in yellow maize A melody of larks, that sing Of promised spring....of pastel things An amber sun, a basking glow, Who ambles by and whispers low Of meadows green and rainbows too How much she longs to bask again To warm a face so pale of skin But then, once more the threat of chill Upon a cheek, a breath of ice And snowflakes land upon on her lash They startle cold, like morning ash, A northern wind that stings her eyes A thief will snatch her scarf away, And thus her dream has gone astray And once again her dream has died Yet distantly, there lies in wait, A springtime place, a promised fate A path beneath the willow tree, Where sun peeks through the velvet haze Where flowers bloom and meadows grow, And larks sing lovely lullabies The earth will wake, to be a dream A dream with sweet reality
____________________________________________________________ For Francine's Contest: "Winter Begone" 1/23/12

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

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O p t i m i s t i c Orange

Let the night embrace you with honey dreams,
Where you find your beloved dressed in tangerine,
She promises love and you kiss her marmalade lips, 
The trust you longed for, in her titian eyes is seen.

             In the saffron valley where good things happen,
             She sings to heal all your inner rustic wounds,
             She offers you sip, from coral river of happiness,
             And you believe her and listen to salmon sounds.

With bright orange sunshine, new day begins,
You hope someday, your orange lady you will find,
Your heart blooms like the young marigold,  
Life seems beautiful, amber fears are left behind.

Any poem, you wrote this year 2016
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OPTIMISTIC word in each sentence: embrace, beloved, love, trust, good, heal, happiness, believe, new day, hope, blooms, beautiful

Copyright © Meenakshi Raina | Year Posted 2016

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Then Winter Lonely Fallows Deeply Dream

Then Winter Lonely Fallows Deeply Dream

Long after that ripe golden sunset gleam
Cool silvery tones, wavering light;
Then winter lonely fallows deeply dream
Into the grayish ghostliness of night.

Far off, yet looming bold and strangely near,
Within starry heavens they are aureoled,
Forested mountain-ranges far westward rear
Their high guardian towers as of old.

And lo! above their ancient stormy deeps, 
In pensive grandeur, icy frozen browed,
One glorious forest summit there keeps
Transcendent vigil alone, pure and proud.

And we who see that shining symbol turn
A moment's while from its lone transient mood;
From that brief moment we clearly discern
Our lost souls within Nature's solitude.

Robert J. Lindley

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plural noun: fallows
    a piece of fallow or uncultivated land.
3rd person present: fallows

    leave (land) fallow.
Old English fealgian ‘to break up land for sowing,’ of Germanic origin; related to Low German falgen .
plural noun: fallows
 a pale brown or reddish yellow color.
Old English falu, fealu .
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noun au·re·ole \'o?r-e-?ol\
Popularity: Bottom 40% of words
Definition of aureole

    a :  a radiant light around the head or body of a representation of a sacred personage b :  something resembling an aureole  UNSUPPORTED CODE 

    :  radiance, aura  UNSUPPORTED CODE 

    :  the luminous area surrounding the sun or other bright light when seen through thin cloud or mist :  corona

    :  a ring-shaped zone around an igneous intrusion
aureole transitive verb 
Note- Sorry my friend- I know I promised you a sonnet on winter and Nature written today but my muse insisted on two more verses. 
I learned long ago. my muse is a very vindictive beast when disobeyed.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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A Dream Of You And I

In early morning I do sing your song
I wait to hear your words return to me
In the valley of echoes we belong
There in mortal form our Love comes to be
I see myself in the waters below
There we caress in the ripples of Love
Together forever our Love shall grow
I live here below you live high above
And in our sphere the trees they ever cry
The grass ever dewed by tears from each tree
All pay reverence to your azure sky
Even the mountain the heart that is me
Come my sweet maiden take bodily form
Let me caress thee with kisses so sweet
I will now protect thee from any storm
And our Love it shall ever be complete
The valley of echoes it ever sings
With the Love that is shared ever by two
And we know the honour this Love can bring
When mountain and sky they do Love so true
An Ode that expresses the love of life
A deep Love felt by the mountain and sky
Mountain the husband azure sky the wife
This could be an ode told of you and i

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

The laughing moon

It's here now under a converted sky
Where daylight has loss it’s might
Hours before the green hills had sight, with 
splattered  hints of yellow wild flowers so bright
Now time has casts a different light
It here now where the heavens sings an evening song 
With twinkled lights on a moon lit prong
Dancing stars and dreaming of mars 
Its here on this transformed spot 
I will sit and jot

It is here now as I lay back on this cool grass, and write a story 
with the heavens the color of quarry
Of jeweled eyes in the skies 
that connected to stories, some disguised 
With silver spoons and astrological loons
On dream away, dream on by
to the earths motions and lullabies
It is here now time to take a brake
from life’s work ,and worries and heart ache 
Try it yourself remember when, you were a child
when you looked up the night and smiled amen


Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008

Details | Verse |

Once upon a dreamy dream

Once upon a dreamy dream I had a wistful, faraway journey An experience unique Out of this world beautiful I found myself in a rugged, rocky And weathered landscape With tall, dense, dark, deep trees Of jade, emerald, sea green and olive An ancient, primal forest With many chasms, abysses and rifts Bird refrains drifting O, the ballads, choruses and solos The sound flowing, gliding and fading And then the echo of water Inviting and beckoning me to come And I meandered forth Soon I discovered myself standing in awe Inside a breathtaking waterfall Sparkling, shimmering about my weariness Iridescent in the moonlight The cascading water cleansing my soul As I dreamt my dreamy dream _______________________ April 5, 2013 Verse/Once Upon A Dreamy Dream Copyright Protected, ID 468930

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Moon Sailing

If I could go to the moon
I would want to go sailing
Zooming past swirling constellations 
My stormy eyes going wide in awe
With supernovas exploding
Green, purple, red, and blue
The colors coming to life 
A loud ringing in my ears
The man in the moon my captain
Showing me his cosmic playground
As I gaze upon his kingdom 
I am left with wonder in my heart
A song in my soul
And a dream in my mind
If I could go to the moon
I would want to go sailing

Brittany Larson
Francine Roberts Moon...Contest

Copyright © Brittany Larson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |


Before the muted dawn appears To wake a dreamy thought A fire burns within the heart Of slumber time forgot Where rolling hills of velvet gold Through misty dreams appear Where peace surrounds a weary soul Without a hint of fear In cradled rest beneath soft silk Life's worries disappear I float in dream and roll beyond To forge a new frontier _________ 6-13-2017

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017