Best Below Poems
(For "Focus on Syllables" contest, by Catie Lindsey)
Below we two,
a wondrous view
Lay below, for it was spread
With jasmine blossoms white and red;
And bluebells nodding in the breeze
Nearby weeping willow trees.
We stood there on that hill -
Amazed that time stood still.
We stood between the day and night,
A radiant light in our sight,
Sun that had begun to slide
Beyond our small hill’s western side.
We watched it touch down, saw it gild
All the flowers in the field.
When all the world was good,
On verge of dusk we stood.
When time moved on, it found us then
Asleep in our old spot, a glen.
Tired at last, we’d made our way
That moonless night, until we lay
In darkening serenity.
Then awakened, we would see
The whispering of dawn
As precious time moved on. . .
How lovely to spend time
On a hillock overlooking the bay!
The ruddy sun just warms enough,
So I’ll enjoy my perfect day.
The sea is not perfectly calm.
Waves roll towards the beach,
What are they whispering to the sand?
What thoughts I wish I could reach?
There on the other side of the lake shore,
I spy a fascinating pristine vale
White beeches cover most of the land,
Except for a cottage that stands in the dale.
It is the place I want to go
So I take a leisurely walk
Ignoring the restless harbour bars
Avoiding friends who would want to talk.
The air is fresh in the awesome vale,
I watch a hawk attack a sparrow,
But my mind is on the cottage,
As I wend my way though it is narrow.
She must have sensed I was so near,
As she comes out and there we kiss.
I hear the dulcet sounds of mellow tunes
Euphoria reaches its peak, my mind in a mist.
Inside the cottage lavender perfumed,
She brings me the delicacy of an ambrosial repast.
Satiated we rest on a soft sofa
My dearest love reaches its peak at last.
Below a Douglas Fir tree one beautiful moonlit night
I sat there with my Missy as we viewed a lovely sight
The aurora borealis was lighting up the sky
Then something to my right suddenly caught my eye
A gem from outer space tore across the cobalt blue
Leaving behind a trail a quite spectacular view
Two in trapped capture witnessing a shooting star
We wonder where it came from, out there from afar
We sat there for ages chatting about the sight we seen
Phenomena such as this are generally seen in dreams
Below the Douglas Fir tree that beautiful moonlit night
We marvelled at it's arrival as it disappears from sight
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-13.php
stories hung aloft
above us since time immemorial
connecting the dots...
...beauty in variety
before Adam named the animals
God named stars
PS. This LUNE form is kind of interesting...
Just below your lips
all my desires curled up now
whispering love talks
to a single beauty spot
tonight my world starts from there
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joy of frozen fun
spray fine mister in the sun
star spangled ice show!
On the lake below a silver moon
Shimmering in sprightly dance,
Ripples shone like silver spoons,
As off towards the shore they pranced.
Moonbeams fell upon the trees,
Shining on both branch and leaf,
Breaking through the tangled boughs
They lit the forest floor beneath.
That silver moon, enchanted all
Casting it's nocturnal spell,
It touched upon the mountain tops,
Whose peaks lit up like silver bells.
All across the land it shone,
Casting moonbeams far and wide.
Over farms and villages,
And far, across the countryside.
I am all of above and below
I am he, your Lord of heaven above
I am he, who gifts you life and love.
I am my own competitive opposition
I gift you death and cruel acts of precision.
For I am God, the sole creator of all
For I am the devil, to whom my prey will fall.
I can give you breath, And a beating heart
& just as easily, In death I can bring your life's depart
But unbeknown to man,
they do not think I am just one and all.
choosing to believe God as good
And Satan as evil In any bad downfall.
Through fear of unknown,
& what is to eternally be
They choose to believe,
if I'm God I'll set their soul free.
It's those weak and afraid
To believe in the gift I gave to them life
My intentions were for them to gain strength
Only to believe in himself through struggle & strife.
It's only those manly enough
To not worry thereafter their death.
Who live their life in the moment
Enjoying the very meaning of their given breath.
These are the strong souls
That appreciate without greed.
Not living by fear of their actions
In hope for much more in death they plead.
I admire a strong mind,
the almight & bold
And these are my angels;
True hearts made of gold.
Not like these pheasants,
who now beg & pray,
With only thought for himself,
That in death it will pay.
By Anna Sabrina Tate 23/01/2016.
the cold
dulls
subtle senses,
sterilises
well-being:
unsettles
the positive
induces
futility
vanquishes
desire-
and in silence
kills
It was the day I wanted the most
Yet dreaded as the worst,
Seeing the jumpmaster’s eyes
Way up there in the sky,
Waiting for the scream
“This is a paratroopers’ dream
Stand in the door—lean and mean!”
C130 paratrooper’s Jet, 1500 feet above earth
M16 Weapon by my side, ready to hit the dirt
Knees bent as a dog’s leg on the ledge
Crackling nerves on screeching edge
Cotton dried mouth like a Sahara’s wedge
Soldier before me threw up his lunch
Stomach flipping—fear gripping
Paratrooper’s static lines scraping, moving
Shinny brand new paratrooper’s boots
Shivering to a shuffling groove
Trembling to its new roots
Cold palms slippery from sweating
Camouflaged face twitching like electric shocking
Eyes like a road map dredged with red
Boots shuffling towards the elliptical edge
Heard the jumpmaster’s words
“Go, go, go—jump soldier!”
I felt like a lonely hanging leaf
Growing from the side of a cliff
Just dangling in the breeze
Like a trapeze with distance in between
The moment of truth arrived
Saw the green paratrooper’s light
Heard the Jumpmaster’s voice—“Go!”
Cannonball leap into the rushing breeze
Wings of angels—still praying all the more
One thousand…two…three…four…
Parachute opened above—“Puff!”
Then I knew from the Lord
As I descended safely below
I am still His beloved!
twenty below even the wind chimes are shivering.
the crow
warms on a
branch
above the
dryer vent
...tales ouside my window
01/05/14
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Live life zealously, it’s an absolute end,
There’s no afterlife and no heaven,
Beyond death, who cares where I’m send,
If it’s hell for me, let it be so my haven!
Ha, I envy them the most who dwell
where ignorance and indifference reign,
They desire no heaven, they fear no hell--
Abode of eternal bliss, pit of endless pain.
Strange yet are the prospects of life;
Does destiny foretells our fate
Or we shape it by our toil and strife?
Alas, no one can firmly state.
The bittersweet fruits of our labor
Here and now in time we must bear,
Of this I am more certain than ever--
A pumpkin seed yields not a pear.
There is no soul’s zenith or nadir,
Death is a fathomless pit, a dead-end--
No heavenly bliss, no hell’s fear,
No one has seen around its bend.
*(Thoth – was an important God/King of the ancient Egyptians who reigned for more than 3000 years. According to legend, he was buried in the great Pyramid of Giza, and when his body was uncovered he was found to be holding an emerald tablet that contained an inscription beginning – “As Above, So Below”)
~08/13/15 -
This poem expresses my beliefs, my faith, my values better than any other poem.
~...Eternity contest by Laura Leiser
Prolific and fertile is this grand Earth, our nest,
and out in space, our Galaxies soundly attest
perhaps life just like ours has somehow coalesced
beyond our ordinary scopes of interest-
or maybe life exists that meets our common test.
Mysterious are circumstances only guessed.
What lies in those dark depths of seas where secrets rest?
These gnawing, stimulating thoughts will do their best
to hold attention to our 'unknowns' treasure chest
assuring long-term puzzles are pursued with zest.
When solved, assessed assured, we will have reached a crest
and we'll rejoice in knowing we have met our quest.
Neel gazing deeply into Misha's eyes
intimate time of love
Misha is resting her head
dreaming in Neel's lap
wrapped and protected
warmth of his love
Neel caressing her head
loving all hived in his heart
over the ages after separation
sharing sweet eye lock
sat Neel and Misha
enticed by each others charm
relive those moments of love
Neel then puts his hands on Misha's
grips it in his strong one's
telling he is there
now together ever forever
Misha blushes as all this happens
sudden loud trumpet is heard
disturbs the peace of mating two
Neel took his hand off Misha's
she sits troubled on
why this happened
Neel other hand gets up on a fit
marching towards the place
leaving lonely Misha behind
a glimpse taken from my autobiographical fiction
SHADES BELOW (reunion of Neel and Misha)
Misha__me
Neel_majestic man of my dreams