ROSY PLACE
An apple of eye is the antiquated wooden chair,
It makes my father feel proud as a great heir,
But members in our family usually viewed it as
floccinaucihilipilification that made father daze!!
Takes to his action is reading the newspaper
from the deeply-loved seat when daybreak is a draper,
Donned on that day scowled expression on his countenance,
streaked the newspaper with mud coupled his fury glance!!
A father's love is shown no meter
fail it will not, no not a teeter
A ray of sun the way it stands
a glass worn aged by hands
Field of grass like years gone by
remaining alone I'm apple of eye
WISH YOU NESTLE MY CUCKOO......
Cuckoo of my heart crossing vales and lofty mountains
To shower my love on you like the lovely fountains
When I got a glimpse of yours that day of sunshine
I felt the rainbows play romantic music in delight
When you smiled at me, I felt a spark of love ignite
Your charming face had set a tizz of sparkling wine
Your expressive eyes deep, dazzling like a goldmine
When you spoke to me, a sweet magic set by sprite
Enchanting You are
Wish… you nestle my cuckoo
Be my adorable queen
I will serve my best
Petals of rose at your feet
Apple of eye till my end!
22nd October 2016
For contest-Three style poem
Sponsored by- Laura Loo
MY FATHERS HANDS
He the man known as father, worked a common man's labor,
Never did this soul complain, even as his last breath inhaled,
On earth.
Daddy's little girl was I, the apple of eye, one might say,
The sparkles pride that lit up his spirit and made the pain
Of hardship melt away.
Calloused, and blistered, he earned every marks blemish,
Strength's scares were worn in my fathers hands.
Deeply engraved within the living embodiment,
Of truth and honor's pride, I'll carry him within me
For the rest of my life.
This mountain of a man I called dad, placed these
Tiny feet upon the right path, and even when I did
Stray he stepped in and led this wayward women
Back.
In heaven's grace he'll be watching over me,
Always and someday no doubt, we embrace once
More, and those loving hands will lovely hold this
Child now grow, and I'll know again his eternal warmth.
In blessing's grace, may the angels watch over thee,
Until we meet again, on the distant shores of Nirvana.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
CONTEST WITH THESE HANDS
12-20-2013
VISUAL #5
From a far, I was dazzled by your smile..
From a far, I was amused by that sweet laugh..
From a far, I was attracted to come over near..
From a far, You became the apple of eye..
Walking past a crowd of persons..
Eyes locked as I traverse to the path..
Beholding the gaze, unliking to break..
Excitement builds up, heartbeat thudding aloud...
Finally, We are face to face, unoicing the crowd..
Holding a quiet moment, staring underneath a smile..
I extend an arm, mindlessly falling to you..
Clamouring for your hand, squeezing polite...
Haywire, it might have been..
I do not care tor I haven't sin..
All attention focused fat not thin..
Mesmerized enjoying the romantic scene..
by: olive_eloi
22/09/2013
4:18pm
Mirror in my life
My mirror reflects sunray to a long
Where my face not looks pale
Her digital picture not analog
Where every microdot sets me smile
Her surface is so plain reflects me
She will bear such digital picture in my life.
She is apple of eye my beloved wife.
Saroj khan[sakha]