Best Castle In The Air Poems
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may it be a wonderful year
peace and blessings to each of you
below are three separate entries
written in free verse format
I will return soon
thank you
"it matters not"
for the love of the sea
it matters not I sit and stare
I know I'm here
the far and wide unveil glory
we both whisper a story
secrets of hopes and wishes
secrets of worlds of fishes
as tides roll to and fro
my thoughts I don't want to go
blessed with a front row seat
up above seagulls come to meet
their treasure food to survive
my treasure my soul comes alive
sounds heard across her sphere
I hold within close and dear
gentle yet loud for one and all
quiet still vocal as a waterfall
a wondrous castle in the air
it matters not I sit and stare
SkyWatcher
december 2023
*****
"if"
if I have to tell you
what does it matter
if I have to explain
what does it matter
if I have to justify
now it matters
don't question
what isn't understood
don't analyze
my walk of miles
don't criticize
my fractured soul
if all this has to be
leave me to be free
SkyWatcher
december 2023
*****
"fallen angel"
speak fallen angel
never be silent
sound your voice
hear fallen angel
sing with birds
listen to nature
see fallen angel
witness life
find your soul
feel fallen angel
experience love
know the divine
touch fallen angel
hold what is yours
extend all tangibles
wish fallen angel
envision beauty
dream each desire
stand fallen angel
follow yellow brick roads
journey to peace
believe fallen angel
dare with possibilities
the world is open
soar fallen angel
be the butterfly
breathe a rebirth
fallen angel
fallen angel
you have the power
you have the power
SKyWatcher
01-07-24
Martyr for eternity a victor of war, burned at the stake
a young women of God's grace
she rightly took her place years later
as a Catholic Saint
Though persecuted, victimized and tortured
she never gave up her rightfully place
as visions continued with brilliance and grace
of a castle in the air it's presence no longer disguised
"The Maid of Orleans", from a poor farmer bred of French descent
she never accepted downfall or dread
blood of a legacy that will never pass on
only in history books to discover her fore
A song that will always sing from the river of Seine
her ashes will always remain from the people who were unkind
for a glorious young lady so majestic and immortalized
her spirits vitality will forever shine.
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History Poem
Visions stolen,
Heart beat raised
You still touch me,
In the castle in the air
I don’t want to miss you,
Truth is, I still do
The smile, those eyes,
I still miss you..
The path has forked
The world has split
Memories tainted,
I still miss you
I yearn for a rendezvous
To reminisce the cold touch
The twinkle, the chuckle,
I still miss you
Cries of laughter,
Strength of bond,
The waiting seconds,
I still miss you
Time does not reverse
The road unveils beautifully
But, some are unforgettable
And, I, still miss you…
No other country where I've been seems half so fair,
It's the land where I, in childhood, built my castles in the air.
James Kay Glasgow
Castle in the Air
Can I see my Castle in the Air?
No! Unlike a stone chateaux
it is a vision of rainbow light
floating on cloud meadows
Its four small words,
‘Castle in the air.'
fashioned from wide dreams
I imagine vines from
enchanted woods, climb the walls
deep, green precious leaves.
Bright violets fill the undergrowth
in orchards of mist
Windows reflect infinity-
Deep puzzles of beginning and end
Expectation gleams on gold spires
I can only ask for myth
For Castles in the Air Contest.
I want to dream a dream
I want to make a castle
in the air........
I want to have a hot kiss
on your forbidden rosy lips
I want to take a hot coffee
in a downtown restaurant
of Toronto with you......
I want to walk side by side
with you in the Woodbine beach
I want to be lost with you
in an unknown destination.....
I have right to dream
to make a castle in the air.....
Windows to the soul locked. Fencing in the juvenile lamb and the seasoned fox.
The key cast off. The blinds closed.
Shading him from my veiled darkness.
His castle in the air ever so light.
Blown by the twinkle which playfully waltzed in my ball.
A voracious inferno ignited in a gentle lamb.
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In the yonder realms of cloud nine, at the edge of my blue sky, lies a castle in the air, where my feet never touch the ground. Ideally situated off the beaten path, where if you have the notion, to swim the deep blue or surf the pipe dream, no one will say you’re a mental fig or figmental but have a fantastic legendary day. Flying above it all looking down, the only thing shadowy is the ground, where people are walking looking down, as they theoretically eat your pie in the sky. The flaky crust where their ideas rust Only if they see it again will they trust But I have this recurring dream And I don’t have to prove a seam while I am wrapped in the silver lining and they’re sitting in the dirt whining
If I let my imagination go does it return?
Does it really count what I imagine?
Does it make any difference if I reshape my imagination?
If I imagine to be a country girl or a city slicker,
Rich or poor, Young or old,
Build castle in the air or indulge my virile in Rio
Sail imaginary shores or remain in the shadows of obscurity
Does it really matter if the universe is spherical?
Or being a half human just for a day or swap into endless possibilities
Or imagine a departure at twenty or at fifty,
Or slide into eternal sleep or wander like a wandering wolf
Or wear John Legend’s buttery voice
Does it really matter if I can imagine all things and do nothing?
Will my imaginations resurrect the crucifier?
Hushed to silence the city sleeps
The calming of hatred and angry eyes
In the plains of Heaven angels weep
For lives of untold lies
In which the city cries.
Tis the soul that warms the night
Where love does not despair
On wings of serenity held in flight
To the castle in the air
For enchanted evening prayer.
Blessed are they, the souls of Man
The eyes of steady dripping
A feast awaits in timely plan
With heart shaped glasses for sipping
Where loveliness is gripping.
The earth below in turmoiled smoke
A death of kingly sin
The broken table of Shumard Oak
His shattered setting of Chateaubriand Marchand De Vin
The war subsided within.
To Heaven rise the innocents
Where peace and love reside
With cries of song in laments
Those souls now cast aside
The rule of Jehovah applied.
BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
September 21, 2008
Castle in the air
In esteemed royalty
Treasures and treasured
Table embroided delicacy
For all and sundry
And a life of a thousand years
Wilds as pets, lions of course
A queen, a rare beauty..
Magic and power
All at my beck and call.
A different castle out of this
world.
A community of change.
My thought returned
Here am I on my bed.
08/07/2013
My quiet place is high above the maddening haste and
I can go there at my leisure, to this five story back yard walk-up, and
On the platform of this wooden stair castle in-the-air-deck, I
Can look over the city, awed at the wonders I see and write about.
The telephone is turned off to my delight and the only sounds
Are my sighs from time to time, and the whistle of the tea kettle.
No plants to water, no pets to feed, just me, pencils, pads and
My special someone, who says his sole purpose in life Is to make me happy.
I stay here as long as I desire, in this quiet place writing, and best of all,
He only plays the music I want to hear…Frank Sinatra, singing anything.
It's not a tree house that hides me
From the world; I ignore
Yellow jackets so they won't sting
Watch butterflies adored.
It's Not a tree house, inflated
Balloon, my quiet place;
I love, laugh, write here, time is naught,
sun caresses my face!
I plucked a fragrant out of a million; jasmine, oak, lilly, all adorned in colours
But only you enchant my prayers, thoughts,hopes, dreams, love and colours
As i wrapped my heart in its fragrance, my day was illuminated
Through thick and thin, the flower stood by me. Steered me through hard times
Held my hands slow and steady, my nerves embrace a conjugal solace
Actually, the flower helped in myself discovery
Through darkest night, my flower dimpled smiles
Tickled my folly, like a tick tack. Like a baby a rest between two mountains as i stride into lullaby
Words are like punctuations, not enough to sail my thoughts
Like your little boy you love me unconditional
I know i don't have a castle in the air as others have built for you but be rest assure you remain dear to me...
awoh awoh
His voice like thunder, booming out his threats,
the stamping ogre towered, broad and square;
the trembling, sobbing woman prayed and begged -
I saw no pity in the monster's glare...
and hid. A knight, afraid of fighting fiends!
Ashamed, I rushed at him, without a care.
The giant, nostrils flared, took off at speed,
returning to his castle in the air.
written 25th March for Constance's O words contest
Dear angel of mine; my dearest heart's desire; lover dearest
an opening for a different someone
for the name in my heart
is different from the picture my dreams present
I long for it to be you at least so I know my dreams are true
I long for it to be you
to claim you as my Juliet
to claim you as my white, shining rose
to say you are my abundant source of happiness
to savor your kiss
claim your love as my life and light
soon ask you to be my lovely wife
for you are my source of inspiration
the lyrics to my divertimento
but you are fiction or so it seems
You are fiction or so it seems
for perceptibility has succeeded in deceiving
eyeless, amaurotic to know of your existence
Are you a castle in the air, a vagary
or am I a victim of the incident of coincidence
Pink, the only color to remind me of you
a lighter shade of purple pride ad royalty
Pink, the ribbon I wear in search of you
April, since April I have conducted my search to find
but I am a key in snow
a limerick lost in the crowd of haikus
slowly shrouding me in the nature of night
while I could swear on a stack of everything I love
I saw an image of you as something bright
camouflaged you from me
Bailey! ! ! !
Bailey...the only name I could think to give
for it's the only name I heard when I saw you last
Bailey? ? ? Bailey...
please, perceptibility don't deceive me
vagary, castle in the air
are you trapped within it
can you get out, if not I'll help you somehow
...You are fiction, well so it seems...
...Bailey...
how are you so real to me...
...Bailey...
you turned my copper Spring into a silver Winter
but left in a silent whisper
or has it all just been an illusion
sent by the red raven of the river under the white tree
the image, it couldn't be; still sketched heavily
resembling heaven...no...
The name in my heart is different from the picture my dreams present
I long for it to be you...at least so I know my dreams are true
Cause you are real to me
but am I real to you...
Have you dreamt of me too...
...Bailey...
To ponder why,
In deep dismay
To Daydreaming in the stream of consciousness
Mixed in mind and heart desires
That detaches from current task and test,
Don’t quit your daydream
Trance aid fantasy
Intervision encapsulates me
Hallucination musing
Don’t quit your daydream
Imagining inattention gathers
Inattentiveness woolgathering preoccupation
Don’t quit your daydream
Emotional brooding
Obliviousness engrossment
absentmindedness Self-absorption
absence of mind
staring into space
abstraction
Don’t quit your daydream
lack of concentration lack of application
figment of the imagination
unrealizable dream Home is castle in the air
Wishful thinking fond hopes Self-absorption
Wishing upon…
Whatever it is Don’t quit your daydream
11/22/2022
For Don't Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish