In autumn's reign, vales of verdure turn gold,
Fallen leaves tell the tale of life's revise,
Brown branches lie bare; trees are brave and bold,
Resilient dryads, keening to surmise.
The frost-kissed morns, a gentle wake-up call,
Reveal the strength in nature's cyclic change.
Upon strange winds, we find the lesson's thrall:
Adaptation, in every rearrange.
Harvest plenilune rising in the night,
Illuminating paths of sage return,
Through this bright arc, we see the world aright,
Each fall divulging, lessons yet to learn.
Attune your attent to autumn's dressed stage,
Unveil the gilt crown, of wisdom of age.
Categories:
attent, appreciation, autumn, loss, moon,
Form: Sonnet
Judge me not when I merry and make lyric
Of the most obscene and unthought-of frolic
Tunes,
The wait has been worth for the dunes to form
To behold spectacular dorm moulded in perseverance
Hard work and endurance,
The monsoon withstood long enough to pave way
For the calmer and serene moonlight,
Casting its beams across the dilapidated and sun-baked
Land, on which stand round and about
Only remnants of the former glory abound
Standing still sans life, sans hope, sans all that astound.
Deep within the decomposing flora of the beautiful
Aura that adorned the sacred corroded land
Now an adage of the most told beatitude of the fallen
Beauty and unmatched wit
The distant echoes carouse, kicking disjointed limbs to rouse
To life, to till with the only worn remnant hoe
Into the diamond-hard foe
To conquer and restore the fallen glorious city
Crying in distress,
Calling out for resuscitate and attent
Categories:
attent, appreciation, motivation,
Form: Prose Poetry
You would be surprised as I am so sure you would be
As with each time you realized it's the Lord that you see
Just out of nowhere when you are expecting it the least
Oh how He does care, His Love for you has never ceased
You would know right away leaving less doubt in your mind
For it too would begin to sway in all those blessing's you find
Your Heart, oh how it would leap even more so than it can take
For when in Jesus you steep your whole being becomes awake
Oh how the Lord wants you to come back, such a love so true
All of us have fallen off the track so don't ever let that stop you
In knowing this in you of how quickly His Light you would see
With Prayer comes something so new as your very soul is free
I'm surprised you waited this much often not one to procrastinate
I thought you would try to touch especially with no reason to wait
Oh how His love for You is so great, that void such a lonely space
Isn't it time to wipe clean that slate and just accept His Merciful Grace
2 Chronicles 7:15
Now mine eyes shall be open, and mine ears attent
unto the prayer that is made in this place.
Categories:
attent, change,
Form: Rhyme
"Murmurs" by David Hart
Al fresco
Standing
Attent
Now raining
Waiting 'midst murmurs
Virtuous rain
Valorous rain
Regaling
Playing
'Midst drops of rain
'Midst drops of words
Words heard
but not understood
Murmurs of raindrops
Murmurs of words
Thoughts of friends
Of women
Of trivial things
Attent
al fresco
Standing
In the rain
©David Hart 2006 (Originally written in Italian by Hart)
Categories:
attent, social,
Form: I do not know?
"The Parnassian Hand" - A Poem by David Hart
Five fingers hover over black print
Apposed on a white sheet.
Tan flesh, short cropped nails and
Overlapping cuticles--an old hand--
A buxom hand--a hand delighted to treat.
Words, numerously luxuriate on holey
Crimpled sheets.
Words astonishing and boon
Words effulgent and true
To arrange? No. Avast!
Now pondering in this hushed room
Gazing athwart still and attent.
Ahoy to the words!
An august phrase for rent.
Words awhirl or bedizended
Words behooved and apt
Words echt and moiling
Aye, perhaps diamonds of fact.
Five fingers hover over print in black
Print regaled and caressed by an
Amorous attack
Categories:
attent, art,
Form: Blank verse
A writers mind will know I'm right if you find that
poetry is life,
I'm potent when I write my words thoughts spread like
locuses in flight.
I tend to overdose my lines sometimes overnotes with
rhymes
because I know I'll die one day mind fighting toe to
toe with time.
My father was a poet didn't know it till a hundred
poems
leaked out my open folder he's prouder now that he knows this.
People I've perfected my profession compose till days done,
mentality able to paint a pure picture pre-eminently
like TANGLUNG.
My flow aloft thin lines are mirror images to when waves
run,
in battles I lace p.u.n.s. but in poems I lace p.u.n.s.
Encase none attent to my worded cre-a-tions,
poetic stimulation penetrating your brains hub.
Life is poetry you might notice me thinking,
eyes, lips and motions freeze seeing me openly speaking.
Broken speech leaking from the core of my heart,
prayers soaring to God, he gives me strength, poetry is all.
Categories:
attent, art, family, children, life,
Form: I do not know?