Splendour and grandeur!
Mountain crest, castle.
Uprisen but to unite
For awing purpose.
In himself secure.
And for a german
Striking with dauntless aspect.
Further down below!
For proud speck a vain shadow
Twixt each of those.
Judge me when you are perfect
Reveal your judging talent
Confute with ease the points I said
And some of points I haven’t
With awing gratitude I bend
You make me see the truth
I didn’t expect to get, my friend
Always unable to deduce
A truth from things I’m dealing with
But just interpretations
You came and showed me what it is
Truth doesn’t need variations
If you are perfect, I can’t be
Forsaken with your scorn
You hold the truth, so can you see
That I’m already gone.
Destiny Johnson
16 December 2024
May’s Grace
May, a month of rebirth and beauty
A graceful picture to be painted
A passionate season to make you inclined
She dazzles you with beauty and grace
The inspiration behind nature's warm embrace
She is polite with kind eyes
A brave soul with light winds
A mind of wonder and exploration
Her personality shines brighter than a star
Other months admire her from afar
She weeps at night when her light shines no more
Hoping for the next day to spring forward
Shadows cover her beauty scars
She cures them with comfort and compassion
A healer from Mother Nature
Flowers answers when she calls
Bees sing her awing song
She enhances the world from the ground up
Her worst fear of the winter
When the cold makes the earth corrupt
A month of prosperity and charity
A radiant glow with eternal layers
A warm illumination of good fortune
A tender hug towards the mid-year
Her benevolent man brings you good cheer
Under the celestial awing,
there are degrees of darkness
stygian and silky night-blue.
Secret light seeps out of hurts
soon absorbed by night´s hue.
By the quay, lovers watch the light
Commit suicide in dark waters.
Night prowlers with knives
killing someone with a passion
and bath in blood at midnight.
Eden
Your love is like a lantern, in life's midnight garden, you're beauty it stands all alone.
Shining through darkness, your ivy it grabs us, and leads us the way to go home.
As we push through the hedgerow, exposing the roses, it's fragrance reminds me of youth.
Now a Robin she sits at the edge of a window, her reflection is of me and of you.
Singing us to morning, her beauty is awing, as the sun burns the last of the dew.
Time starts deceiving, so our memories are leaving a seed that will someday bear fruit.
This is our Eden, this life we are weaving. The garden is because of you two.
Will Kingdom's golden bells
ring loud as I enter freedom's eternity?
Music swells
as angels sing;
now join the sweet alternity~
awing
into
God's bright city
queue.
Will Kingdom's golden bells
now join the sweet alternity
queue?
Unseeing Streetlamps
Under the celestial awing
degrees of darkness
Stygian night or silky blue
Secret light seeps out of
manifold hurts
soon absorbed by night's hue
By the quay, lovers watch the light
commit suicide
in dark waters
Only the sleepless see this
and prowlers with knives
killing with passion
Humbling foliage, sprinkled in a bed
A quiltlike pattern, reflecting heaven’s eiderdown,
In notes, like a musician playing out the ballad
Restoring hope in pieces - in precious leaves,
Stems resolving to color the heart in reprieve
Heterogeneous knowledge in the awing power of leaves and stems,
Plants who live to silence every darkness – hushing
Even the pain and fear, awakening inspirations so rich and dear
Kelogb 10 (6-7-6)
You are the genuine ones
That make this seems to be fun
Till the last one be done
Let's say you are not there
Who would have got me cheered
Makes it meaty and clear
Either short or long tide
We turned each of all glide
With every write replied
Beautiful rains in heart
All promotes the love of art
To stress themes imparted
And learn more style to solve
Knowing what it all involve
Nominations revolve
Congratulations all
That are mentioned for its call
To take it up and ball
Am sorry for the pick
That appears to be a kick
Most come in awing clicks
I value all your likes
From all wonderful live tikes
All are good and cool strikes
Thanks! thanks! dear friendly fans
Trip along me as I span
Kelogb twenty days' plan
May your writes live for time
And reach for the world's top crime
For all to be sublime
Vibrant hues of scarlet and gold
Lilac, sapphire, colors so bold
Whispering tunes of glorious hope
Breathless promises revealing how to cope
Rich varieties of laughing blooms
In their beautiful, magical costumes
Fragrances tempting, like lilac perfume
Sweet as tender roses, even the heirloom
Listening to the silence of a tender bud
There comes a trembling echo, a flood
Stilling the spirit with serenity, tranquility
Abiding on the heart of praise and humility
Breathing in the kisses of lush flowers
Embracing the music of rain showers
Blessings fall all around the lovely garden
Sprinkling the spirit with grace, a pardon
Dreaming of leaves, easy and flowing
With liquid laughter, beauty is growing
Graceful like the stems of a gladiola
Playing on the strings of the soul, a viola
Charming the heart, a murmur of calm
Touching the feelings like an awing psalm
Feeding hope and inspiring wildflower wishes
The Spirit knows God’s grace isn’t superficies
The pursuers
Under the celestial awing
there are degrees of darkness
stygian and silky night-blue.
Secret light seeps out of hurts
soon absorbed by night´s hue.
By the quay, lovers watch the light
Commit suicide in dark waters.
Night prowlers with knives
killing someone with a passion
and bath in blood at midnight.
Jagged sharp bare steps challenge
Iron hot asphalt mocking
From shaded mirage to shaded mirage
Last uncertain to last to uncertain last
Believe relief has been founded
Velvet green plush shade in grasses
Repeated sound repeated sounds of awing of dawning
Jagged sharp bare steps challenge
Iron hot asphalt walking
To shaded mirage from shaded mirage
Last uncertain to last at uncertain last
Relieved belief has been founded
Velvet green plush shade in grasses
Repeated sound repeated sounds of knowing of vowing
Last certain at last at certain last
Warm, soothing gold reminds me of sunlight
Flickering softly, with glimpses of faith
Infused into the breathtaking caress
Against my thirsting face
Passionate imagination beckons from the
Scarlet hue drifting across my breast
With music playing stardust tones
Against my yearning faith
Melancholy, smooth azure, like the sky
Hastens through my inner reflections
Desiring the chance to bring peace
Against my silent acceptance
Rich, vivid shades of violet cascades
Through the moments, captivating
Senses with sweet tenderness
Against my whispering lips
Shadowy dusk blends into moonlight
Creating vibrant starlight darkness
Silencing the dimness with dreams
Against my tranquil spirit
Lush, bountiful pumpkin spice auburn
Rises across the autumn vista
Awing the heart with wisdom
Against my earnest grace
Flowing feelings of emerald energies
Rise up across the mountain tops
Blowing hope through the wind
Against my naked conscious
Innocent, sensitive sighs of pink
Blush lightly through my heart
Bringing loving anticipation
Against my anxious reflections
From Those Fields Afar, Where Imagination Shines
From dreams of great giants slain he woke
a poet with mighty pen spoke
some days ink running wicked black
others days on romantic track,
words slung as Byron, Shelly, Keats
with not a whisper of defeats
bathing lights of Homeric shine
even hints of glory divine
With hope, truth and delicious words
painting scenes of pairing lovebirds
of dawn's soft gasps, its awing moans
or shock of finding, bleach white bones
Poet, dear composer of verse-
addicted to his own sweet curse!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-28-2020
Sonnet, ( A treatise on gifting heart's truth unto others )
Note:
Shall you ink gifted words today
presenting to those that may need
as savior showing hope's true way
to avoid lives of wicked greeds
As a guide, walking marking course
through darken world, its gifted pains
from evil, set soul to divorce
and in life seek what good remains.
Then I saw her,
The way the sun so lightly kissed her skin
Making it appear as though she was made of gold
Her green eyes, how they pierced my soul in the most awing way
Her lips being the most soft and lush shade of pink, making me crave having them brush against mine even for a moment.
Her voice was that of an angel making the word Hi mean so much more.
The woman I’ve met in my dreams since I could remember was standing there in front of me,
The only words I could muster were “You’re real”
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