Best Dwindles Poems
'Neath nocturnal bloom
the essence of self
dwindles in a pillowed horizon
twilight dies a whisper -
your voice in my ear…
the pale goddess rises
mothering angel’s tears
tending till dawn
a moon garden vigil
bearing witness to your visit
Because love is of time,
woven in the fabric where lovers dwell.
It measures caresses like floating wings of butterflies
and turns its clock hands with each melding kiss.
Bound by slow movement of vanishing night,
when the moon is full and mouths dance across the skin.
Time chains lovers to its moors,
anchored until the coming storm.
When flesh merges with flesh, moved by passion,
driven by hunger, searching for a sanctuary.
As each chain is torn, a veil drops,
revealing captured fires that burn within.
Exposing a vulnerable heart, with all its scars, caught.
Leaving a flickering shadow, where lovers once lay,
exploring their dreams.
Before being washed away by time's moving sand,
that forever dwindles away.
contest Hotsy Totsy
2/22/15
Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass
In flower ,as pressure fills the barometer glass;
Evening primrose in scented bloom
Fill Autumn with pungent perfume.
Sycamore seeds twirl and twist
Onto a fairy-ring fungus tryst;
Stink horn capped with slime,
As carrion beetles pass the time.
Bramblings feast on bountiful mast ,
As the Autumnal harvest dwindles fast;
Yellowed leaves drift and decompose
Into next year's cellulose.
Winter migrants with welcome calls
As the Indian Summer falters,and falls;
Nature's tempo tarries,then slows
As all creation begins to doze.
&fog forms ,at the close of day.
Eleven months without physical harm
is a blessing she cradles in her arms.
One more month remains of living unchained.
Soon life might lose the dread that threads alarm.
As his time serving overseas dwindles,
her coerced endurance holds less kindle.
Her thought onslaught is worry fraught and serves
images that swell in her heart and nerves.
She lives aware that one second can swerve
a life into despair no one deserves.
He might die or be maimed at the finish line.
In her mind, September is a landmine.
Fears make wishes to become unaware,
be numb to thirty more days of warfare.
She knows as a premature lamenter,
she wants sleep until the end of September.
An all-but-empty Interstate stretches
straight, streaking horizon to horizon:
it is a ribbon with no bow, wrapping
northern Nevada.
The eye fixes
on absent fences, looks for limits,
scans scenery overwhelmed by sky.
I cock my thumb to beg a ride;
a tear forms at the corner of my eye.
"Damn wind!"
I mutter, half believing the lie.
A dusty pickup rolls toward me
then accelerates, leaves me staring.
It dwindles into distance. -- "OK!",
I snarl.
I kick a rock, pick up my pack
and start to walk, left thumb poked
out to nothing.
Someone will stop.
Two cars speed by; I wave to them.
My belly rumbles and I count
the steps I take. My wet eyes ache.
Someone will stop.
Or won't.
III
Below the cliffs a midnight tidal swell
as thick as tar now swallows heaven’s light,
a moment's dark as raven cants a spell
to cast his incarnation to the night.
A swirling tempest dwindles to serene
and, in the grainy dusk of twilight dawn,
his shape emerges, muscular and lean,
a manifest of human form is born.
He clothes his nakedness in furs of seal
and preens his onyx hair to mirrored guise,
as oceans, hushed, warn never to reveal
the raven that remains within his eyes.
He sets his kayak to the open seas,
and floats his haunting call upon the breeze.
I have no idle time to spare
to just sit, rest and stare
Leisure, a word I literally define
into my world I can trace no sign
a body in motion.. a brain absorbed
beauty blurred.. life confined
The Muse of poetry, the soul is the abode
do I need my ink to upload?
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My words I’d love to release
restore between the ribs peace.
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A past lingering sweet incense
feeding the inner self with sense
As for now, prevailing is the scent of evil
human nature slipping into upheaval
Souls roaming.. dry are their wells
unspirited shapes.. empty shells
There is fire that burns not kindles
the voice of heart fades and dwindles.
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My words I’d love to release
restore between the ribs peace.
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Hiding within words magic strain
bonding with stories penned out of pain
I learnt to understand and withstand
a living human not in human hand
I was once made quite aware
of one answer to Humanity welfare
Put aside your words and thoughts
restore your nature.. untie your knots
Nature immunes your body and spirit
bliss and peace, a reward on your merit.
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My words I’d love to release
restore between the ribs peace.
It was there on the ground, the ragged lone leaf
It made my heart sad, to see it fall down
Verdant green in the spring, it was meant to be born
yet, before it was weary, it had to turn brown
They have covered the ground, and the grass, shabby green
What had been brilliant green, is lost in the rain
Emerald trees in the spring, when they gave us new hope
that something exciting, had happened again
All that's green turns to brown. That we can't turn around
It's a sign that all life, must come to an end
Time is lost in a flash, just as the colors can't last
Can't the seasons slow down, is it too much to ask?
With its thin mossy veins, I hold on to the the past
and the tint of the jade, bring me sweet memories
Verdant green fades away, like the hours and days
Then dwindles away…….like a candle and flame
Green leaves turn into rust....then to ash in a flash
Just as ashes turn to ashes...and the dust turns dust
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3/1/16
Contest: United Colors: Green
Sponsor: Silent One
I am looking blindly into the fridge
Searching and savouring the chilled air, I reach in
Take hold of a strawberry and hand it to you.
Its body, fresh and pure can relax in your palm.
You are the keeper of my heart.
Its many eyes, black seeds that rest around
The waist, sleep in cycles, stare out into the darkness.
It remains on your flesh, Merges like a collage with the twists and bends.
As time passes, its chill dwindles. Harsh heat invades the creases.
Its natural form bleeds away in a sticky juice.
Collaboration With Silent One Contest
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Lingering light dwindles among the horizon
Twilight fades with a farewell from the sun
Shadows disappear as stars sprinkle the sky
with the moon illuminating those who walk by
Woods appear so much more ominous at night
silent blackness causing an overwhelming fright
Trees are like charcoal – inky blankets all around
as nocturnal animals hunt without making a sound
Country paths seem lifeless in the eerie dark
occasionally disturbed by a guard dog’s bark
Temperatures fall with the mid winter freeze
people feel the chill with the cold air breeze
Day light sneaks in as the sun begins to rise
the moon and stars hide away in disguise
Patiently waiting for the darkness to reappear
so they can play again, when humans disappear.
Behold in pitch black the silent phantom I seek
wanders through the crevices to take a silent peek
its pallid face behind a ghostly purple veil
one must wonder if it is from this world or Hell
Icy the winds in this slow creeping winter scene
moonlight returns, with its golden glorious preen
standing aghast, my heart shutters skipping a beat
A glimpse seen of hideous claws on phantom's feet
Never shall I again this forbidden place tread
I have discovered that its creatures are all dead
Finding in Nature such horror was not my goal
Now silent terrors grip this my unblinded soul
Lo! One can not unsee such darkness and despair
As in this growing gloom, phantom flies through the air
I search for a return path to make my way home
swearing to never again onto this path roam.
10/18/2020
Collaboration with the Silent One Poetry Contest
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'Tempus fugit' we cannot deny
for suppleness dwindles and mirrors can't lie.
As wrinkles start spreading and children depart
the truth of this saying hits home like a dart.
14.02.22
Latin lessons poetry contest
Sponsor - Margarita Lillico
I heard her singing to the morn
Soft and still, as if meant to warn
Where the black night dwindles to day
There is a joy that’s sure to stay
Whisper of the bluebird in flight
Rising from the murkiest night
Honest as one who kneels to pray
There is a joy that’s sure to stay
I never knew such precious grace
As the love on His gentle face
Love far brighter than the sun’s ray
There is a joy that’s sure to stay
Gentle words so softly spoken
Lifting up the heart who’s broken
Peace in the soul on the Lord’s Day
There is a joy that’s sure to stay
Rise to hear the song of the wood
Revealing the hope that withstood
Listen to God’s word and obey
There is a joy that’s sure to stay
Sing to the night, sing to the light
Wherever He is, all is right
His sweet love will never betray
There is a joy that’s sure to stay
Write it down, poetries in word
Breath of wonder, at last we’ve heard
Believe and never go astray
There is a joy that’s sure to stay
It rises on the wings of praise
His love will forever amaze
He is the One who ends the gray
There is a joy that’s sure to stay
Silence the windstorm with His still
Blessing souls, He’ll ever fulfill
Our sin debt, Jesus took away
There is a joy that’s sure to stay
All the fears, the tears and the years
Are quieted when He appears
And, when our lifetime, we replay
There is a joy that’s sure to stay
Follow the One who came to give
Saving souls so we’ll always live
In the sky, in heaven someday
There is a joy that’s sure to stay
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
Spin your web, oh gentle spider
Gentle spider maker of wondrous things
In a hazy morning dew so splendid
With your sticky string so mended
Simple life is what you kindle
So concentrated on your quilt
A breeze runs past a cooling shadow
You sway, so gently, gentle spider
Natures’ humble weaver
The fly your only griever
Elegance your finest spindle
Content amidst a web you built.
Beauty streams from your elegant steps
Around you go gentle spider, tiny spider
How much more is the grand design
Reflective in your sticky twine.
A flickering of spirit dwindles
So precious as a flower’s wilt.
Longing to sit for hours in your presence
Waiting for heaven’s breath to guide me
To your grassy hiding place
To shiver in a gown of lace
Beyond the blossomed flower bed
You - hanging by your gentle thread.
Outside my windowpane
Daylight dwindles
Sunshines sparsely
Further from the new dome skies
Ninety-three million miles away
Imbued in ripened colors
Nature’s mahogany, oak, and cherrywood trees
and Jogger’s grassy paths once lime greens,
Chanting to changing tones of richer reds
Clustered blue-jays adorn
Like shimmering rhinestones
Gayly sing above our heads
Shadows stretch out deep
Swaying weeping willows sweep
Smoke smells flow through the crisp air
Musky scent from stonefire oven pits
Spiced up dishes mouthwatering lit
Lavish and lustrous ambers crackle
Flaming orange leaves swirl around and prance
Seducing all to voyeur their performance
Golden crinkled copper leaves splayed
Reaching, rustling to the ground
Making shuffling sounds
Minty blues peak through scarlet rays
Fall cashmere shawls display!
Autumn gardens
Nights that linger lasting moments
Granting lover’s time
For making romance