Glory Mountain, Davao City, day three.
The legs do not listen anymore
They called to Stunning Villa
There you see the curtailed garden
Arrays of colorful flowers that bloom
Man made beautiful falls cascading below
Thousands of pine trees going to the top
Man made lake nestled in between those flat
I felt inside this extraordinary characters
Unspeakable joy to discover this hidden gem
Very rural, yet, most I love aesthetic beauty
The uniquely given is exclusively for guests
Genuine members and faithful Kingdom Citizens.
Categories:
arrays, appreciation, beauty, creation, places,
Form: Free verse
It’s late March, the world still sleeps,
With snow that blankets, cold and deep.
But in the building, soft and clear,
A gentle chirping I could hear.
No trees outside to greet the sun,
Yet in the air, the promise spun.
The birds inside, so small, so sweet,
Their song a gift in winter’s retreat.
A breath of spring is on the rise,
Through windows closed, beneath gray skies.
The air, so still, but something stirs—
A breeze will come, the frost it blurs.
Soon flowers bloom in soft arrays,
And summer calls with warmer days.
Fiddles dance in meadows wide,
As springtime’s heart beats deep inside.
So even when the snow remains,
I hear the whispers, feel the change.
For in this cold, I hear the sound
Of spring, just waiting to be found
mj2025
Categories:
arrays, analogy, beautiful, morning,
Form: Free verse
I love how dreams visit me in my sleep
In such diverse and unconventional arrays….
but my favorite dreams are the ones I make
when I’m awake…during the day.
My nighttime dreams are often difficult to understand
as through my sleeping mind they spread…
but during the day when I’m awake
I control the dreams inside my head.
During the day it’s effortless
to make dreams that are easy to understand…
to dream my family will always be healthy and happy…
that there will be peace throughout the land.
In the land of dreams there is no defined space or time
no laws of gravity.
In the land of dreams instead of eyes
we use our heart and imagination to see.
The land of dreams has no restrictions…no regulations
no borderlines…no rules.
It is a land, some say, inhabited…by innocents and fools.
Still…I love the land of dreams…where anything is possible…
where logic and the laws of physics don’t apply…
Where dragons, ogres and giants are my friends…
where I can spread my arms…and fly.
Perhaps that’s why I’m foolish enough
to dream of a world filled with peace, love and harmony….
and to dream that everyone on Earth…
was as innocent and as foolish as me.
Categories:
arrays, dream,
Form: Rhyme
Vivid red maple leaves
Arrays of scarlet changing
Future appears bright
Categories:
arrays, autumn, peace, seasons,
Form: Haiku
Surrendering to cool hues of amber days.
Elegant harmonize blaze outerwear lays.
Phrases undescribable arrays to praise.
Trees sashay into the rhythm breath of calming
Effusion of gold blooms fields flavorful breeze.
Morning glories and lilies requited love,
Birth of sapphire skies dominate the Autumn
Equinox a changeover sun from summer.
Refresh bright eyes resting in tangerine scenes.
Fall morning wood smoke aroma zephyr out;
A deft flick pirouette ambient flutter
Leaves crisp fly with whispers of meander wind.
Late nightfall chattering nature slowly creeps,
Short days, long nights earth's axis tilted a bit.
Categories:
arrays, autumn, nature,
Form: Acrostic
Bob that guy at table five
He’s kinda giving me the shivers
Did he say something to you.the grease from the heat of his grill causing droplets of sweat to form on his nose his old hand grasping tighter on his
engraved knife
She grabbed his arm
The fury of the man she loved
No he is very polite
but it’s just something
probably just a chill
lowering her husbands hand
She watched him for a sec
Her gaze pulled by the attention of a young couple
eager to pay and leave
He giggled as she kissed
his cheek and pulled him
from the booth
She smiled as she got to
the table
not an empty plate
she skilfully loaded herself
Each item on the tray
positioned in perfect arrays
As she returned to the table
a newly heated cloth in hand
Excuse me
She turned instantly
Yes, her customer smile kicked in
How can I help you
Could I possibly get a draught coke with ice please
No probl problem she stumbled her words
She realised what was bothering
He smiled but not his eyes…
Categories:
arrays, poems,
Form: Free verse
Am I light or dispersed star
Scatter or straight to all earthly uneven
Whether the stray comet to unfollow
Chaos or chord to sundry upheavals
Mortal cry pebbles the enshrined path
Luminious moon guide where gleam
Wise that turn to sightless wanderer
Eternal furnace alloy even those flak
Whip of whims encage all beacons
Noble deeds dacay ,utterly numb
Trying our morale in turbulence of time
Comforts or clutter of needs ,indefinite
Men walk towards golden or grey gates
Surrender in mounting rungs and ropes
Dreams shatters like lifeless dunes
Homeless sands beneath benevolent sun
Arrays of aim pierce like pungent arrows
Win or wane for fit to survive in moor world
Featherless souls in sheer free fall;
Can there be ceaseless outbound fountain?
That fearless and frisk in favors
Solo my spirit sway all silos earth bring
Let mind sleeps sight on alpine snow
The genial breeze to free and glow
Altar the heart with care to unrest
Torch of mankind ablaze with brave
Holy human share blessings that unbent
Wish the nourishing rain to furtile and flow
Generous greats render and row.
Categories:
arrays, for teens, forgiveness,
Form: Free verse
Arrays of colors
Our backyard bring: green, purple
Red, yellow and there's more.
Categories:
arrays, color, engagement, garden, perspective,
Form: Senryu
As he entered the room he pushed the oak door firmly against the wall trapping the shadows in a makeshift Tobelerone his hands frantic on the light switch
Even during the hottest summers he declined the comfort of the shade of towering trees.
Each room in his home had rows of light bulbs
Candles flickered in every corner
Neon tubes hummed in dazzling arrays
The constant thrum of individual generators for each living space.
At night thick slats of iron covered every window
opening only with the touch of sunlight yawn
Why do I whisper hello in my empty spaces he pondered his inner voice answering you know why
He shivered as a draught of unknown origins invited the candles to sway in unison
Categories:
arrays, poems,
Form: Free verse
Zinnia Jazz called at the daybreak of Spring
The bees buzzed "how on earth does your garden grow?"
And the fresh season tapped in time with a zing
Bearing trowels and soil, the green fingered sing
With love and Godspeed where the sun is aglow
Zinnia Jazz called at the daybreak of Spring
Butterflies fluttered a tune with a soft swing
Circling to watch seedlings, raise their bows below
And the fresh season tapped in time with a zing
I ponder the music this blessing may bring
Nurturing my floral scores to sprout and grow
Zinnia Jazz called at the daybreak of Spring
To yield classic creations - I know one thing
It’s good to have a skilled gardener in tow
And the fresh season tapped in time with a zing
Summer opened the performance with a fling
Where arrays of rich colours and great heights flow
Zinnia Jazz called at the daybreak of Spring
And the fresh season tapped in time with a zing
Categories:
arrays, flower, spring,
Form: Villanelle
Written: April 4th, 2024
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Behold, arrays of dreamy dryads,
With lacy halos of azure and amethyst dyads
Their ethereal presence, a sight to admire,
As they dance and sway, akin to celestial fire.
Their beauty, a tapestry of nature's art,
A symphony of colors, playing apart.
In their delicate grace, they enchant and enthrall,
A poetic vision, captivating all.
Wisteria, a symphony of divine,
Sinuous chimes of silky lilac entwine.
As they sway to the rhythm of my soul
Sibilant rustles of a silver breeze consol.
Within the sphere of vibrant hues,
Melodic whispers softly infuse.
Lullabies, akin to gentle streams,
Echo through the world of dreams.
Through winding paths, I roamed alone,
To my scarlet nest, my heart true tone.
Categories:
arrays, analogy, nature,
Form: Rhyme
That rambling castle across the landscape bewitched my heart
As though divinity has signed, gorgeous is its art.
Are the cherubims relaxing, spreading out their legs and hands?
Are these archaic, ornate boulders on mountainous strands?
Cave-like, carved curvy corridors crookedly coil around
Vertical and horizontal length, width, and depth rebound
Celestially thrill-filled, airy arrays in sunlit style
Are Hephaestus and Athena spreading a sapphire smile?
Points, lines, planes, volumes, and magnitude speak tonnes of volumes.
Are these flawless frills and folds parts of angelic costumes?
Gloriously intricate, cosy carvings, and wide wings
Brim-fill with cosmically grace-filled mimetic mouldings
These sprawling, spreading, sturdy structures seem to symbolise
Incomprehensibly divine marvels that synthesise
Short, long, sharp, and blunt; straight and twisted mortal existence
That draws, from the spiritual source, its soul sustenance.
Categories:
arrays, art, culture, life, technology,
Form: Rhyme
Late December dreams clinging to the vine of January
a quandary thought of curiosity arises, when will it?
Over-due vision boards sit on our desk's usury
end of year expenses, alongside the what if's
Clinging to the vine of January, a December ordinary
Departed hours bringing us joy but also sadness
behind the hands of time the heart is willing
but sometimes we hold things that can't be harnessed
in this life of woe release the things your fearing
for there is joy and sadness in every hour of madness
A new beginning is what you need come January days
be brave dear soldier and you will turn the dime
Embrace the gold, release things that weigh
the world will be yours time after time
Come January days you will grow strong, with life's arrays.
Categories:
arrays, beauty, cheer up, courage,
Form: Quintain (English)
Cars are the wind on the streets
semi-truck wheels shriek thunder,
rain shatters against stone and brick walls
on dusty roads, oak trees fence with twigs—
wushu wooden clatters.
Dreadful arrays of dryads
azure and amethyst gossamer haze,
sleek, silken strikes gist an opera of wisteria,
as they sway to silver breeze's sibilant rustles.
They chant lullabies in lyrical lilts of hued iridescence,
of hearth and opals back to my scarlet nest.
Angelus silver trills, the sylphic sways of pure rays,
Coral rosary—incense strands of aurulent rimes
hum, endless hymns echo as choral evensong
alleluias softly peal out—doves with wet eyes
that drift upward on whispery—ethereal wings.
Ocean's plea emerges from apothic abyss,
a voice conveys the core of faxed shores and stars,
with earth and wind in a solemn tone.
A cosmic biography—in loud squeals and sighs
sea vernacular hinges on nature's lasting awe.
Breath goes to fog—snow melts into puddles—rain returns,
a china-white grave—encases the deceased deer,
before thawing in the morning—icy skin lies frozen.
An eerie distance holds my hand in a purifying blizzard.
Categories:
arrays, analogy, appreciation, introspection, nature,
Form: Free verse
Arrays of packaged presents, large and small,
the sound of bells and lovely Christmas songs,
fresh cold, crisp air, and joy of Santa's call-
this time of year, to Christmas time, belongs.
But, these make up the fun-filled outer wrap
that holds the deeper gift of love, the prize,
which dwindles when we fall into the trap-
neglect the meaning Christmas time implies.
Before and after Christmas, hold it dear,
this heartfelt gift of love for all to share;
enjoy those feelings through the coming year
and let them flow with joy beyond compare.
LONG BURIED NEATH THE PRESENTS, CARDS, AND BOWS-
shared CHRISTMAS LOVE FOREVER SHINES and glows.
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Long buried neath the presents, cards, and bows-
Christmas love forever shines.
heartfelt gift of love
before and after Christmas-
joy beyond compare
Categories:
arrays, blessing, christmas, inspiration,
Form: Sonnet
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