Best Gleams Poems
a fleeting moments
winter's crystal clear ballet -
in drowsy slumber
Its easy to let go the hard part is holding on
We loose every night to fight for every dawn
Life is about living let the old rejoice
You hear the young's cry but they don't see the choice
To live for each day and battle fir every breath
To squander life is a fate worse than death
Smell every rose and feel every ray of the sun
Revel in every moment love laugh and have fun
Reach for the stars and see what life brings
Forgive your foes and don't stress about the little things
Feel from your heart and chase your own dreams
Devour life until your inner light gleams
Gleams of light
Coming from Lantern
In obscure
pavement of gold leaves
blends with orange canopy~
verdant landscape gleams...
...color blends exposed
Autumn shows God's wondrous* art~
nature does agree!**
*Job 37:14 ... Consider the wondrous works of God.
September 12, 2022
**Second stanza added on September 19, 2022
2nd place, "Autumn in Nature - Haiku" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 9/17/2022.
The sky wears a peachy shawl
Gentle ushering in the dawn
There is a promised gleam of light
Into this new day both joy and sadness will come
Chirping birds entertain with their melody
Leaving a song in the heart
Bring in new ideas to rearrange the status quo
Infinite possibilities lie ahead
Favoring those who will seize the day
golden pollen's bed
bee takes a sip of honey
sun gleams on flower
martial aliens burning hot creation monolith gleams
machines rip your throat songs of another year
the piano will never play again dust is your answer
watch the movie time spins black and white Newtonian
laws apples serpent and the feathered nightmare spreads
red rivers write animals of night glowing spells of Indian incense
eclipse the rage of oceans planes fanged their way through fortune
the voices ride the elevator to the top floor silence feeding piercing worms
I believe moon is a heart in the sky
The vision of tranquility, hung high
A dream-catcher that sends silver moonbeams
Beams that confirm we have enchanted dreams.
Midway to paradise, a guiding light
A friend to celestial stars of the night
Wax and waning, Luna’s fascination
A visual moon gazing sensation.
All see the moon, the moon sees you and me
There are no secrets that moon doesn't see
Moon has heart, is a soul of discretion
One can tell by the facial expression.
The moon has a force that controls the sea
I'm sure that he decides life's destiny
That we're the cast of Luna’s masterplan
Perhaps that's being the dreamer I am.
Selene shines a light o'er lovers with glee
Moon goddess above loves love, does she.
* * *
Light alters the ambiance
of all that is seen;
the accelerating clouds escape
while a distant trumpet,
embodying the allegro beat,
arranges beautiful arias
that ascend like orchards' pink petals
unaware of us
watching as they enter
the radiant atmosphere...
look up, those fading stars adore them!
Against the igneous rocks algae cling,
empty boats err
without any stirring;
anguish for one heart awaiting night...
opening her eyes,
she allows fears
and tears ignoring the ardent moonlight:
again lonely, allured by auroral gleams!
Fastidious gildings must dot your mien:
Sizzling lips that ooze unbridled charm,
And a neck sleekest with angelic luster
To daze the eye and sun a smitten arm.
Still deeper graces beyond corporeal eye
Shall your gold’s stoutest bulwarks prove:
A mind pliable into another’s loftier ideal,
A heart malleable to wit’s forging groove.
A full stock of sly eccentricities to baulk
Pert overstepping darts round the clock;
And a placating vocular chime that tells
Time’s tick better than poor-piping bells.
A hope that dares azure's illest signs;
Turning gaffes into leaps onto higher
Insights purer than filtered science,
Dwarfing Fate and her fiendish fire.
And shall all these bejeweled traits
Sure lie within one maiden’s tastes,
And finally match the magic gleams
Of that fairy gal I see in my dreams?
Distant gleams twinkle
Beckon sailors, landlubbers
Thousand points of light
Written: May 31st, 2025, For contest: By Joseph May
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"The stars beckoned her song to reach the crescent moon."
A sonata spun in silver, diaphanous and light.
Carried by a midnight zephyr, an ambrosian tune,
Wriggling across the hushed empyreal night.
The moon, a velvety candle leaning up close,
Its smile was crescent-shaped and wide.
As echoes of her whispered melodies arose,
Riding a cosmic tide to carry them and slide.
The galaxies whirred their soporific refrain,
While celestial orbs danced in airy delight.
Her voice—a gossamer yarn in a monolithic domain,
Weaving melodies into the katabatic night.
Comets gyrated in glowing grace,
Dawdling garlands of smoldering flight.
With each glimmer, a vanishing trace,
A symphony streaked through the cyan night.
Nebulae blossomed in iridescent opal and gold,
Winks of wispy silver in twinkling glow.
Milky opals flowed in a zaffre, wispy fold,
Akin to jewels in tinselled rhapsodic flow.
The solar zephyr in a capricious swirl,
Canorous choirs filigreed, jewelled, in twilight.
Stars wove lyrical whispers on a weathered whirl,
Of songs nestling on a dogwood, a serene site.
Dawn rippled with refrains of silver melodic show,
A nymphic choir in June twilight, lilac—katydid.
Ripple as an aeolian harp in topaz of heat glow,
endless oracles, sighs of aches, lullaby—did.
A mother's love may visit pain
If one child's hope looses its dream
A chasm deep in her soul screams.
Oh God, please let his faith remain.
Youthful goals and priorities
Can cloud love's path eternally.
Forgive forgotten boundaries.
Trust in God move onward boldly.
Lofty thinking, respect askew –
Browbeaten and misunderstood.
Before too long joy says, “adieu.”
Remember let not evil brood.
But seek the light and trust His Word.
Cherish life and integrity.
Be not afraid soft voices heard.
Give all for love and selflessly.
Fear not the loss of future fame.
But seek to melt your soul in love.
Success becomes an earthly game.
But families are from God above.
So when, my child you feel great pains,
Ask God above to show you dreams.
Be sure that faith in God remains.
He knows the path to love and gleams.
© July 26, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Under the mantle of night, dark and woven with cryptic gleams,
A dreaming artist finds his calling, a secret and eternal protest,
The words that escape his lips tear through the thick veil of conformity,
Defying all that is official, public, and nationalist,
For every murmur of his is a scandalous cry of pure truth.
In the diaphanous light of the moon, his soul becomes a spectral beacon,
Illuminating the uncharted paths of those who defy common norms,
Each gesture of his, a sacrifice the world deems insane,
For in following his inner light, the artist inevitably chooses... poverty.
He sacrifices all status for a crystalline dream that gleams enigmatically,
Renouncing all worldly comforts to embrace divine truths,
In the depths of his heart, an unseen flame burns, guiding him toward mystery,
Even though his path is paved with renunciations and profound loneliness.
In every canvas and musical note, in every melodic and melancholic verse,
The soul of an artist flows, a living, vibrant protest,
In the silence of the night, his calling becomes a sacred incantation,
A promise to live beyond the limits of materiality, in a world steeped in magic.
And perhaps, one day, he might even renounce his art, for a higher dream,
In the final accords and agonizing colors, he will defy the passage of time itself,
He will embrace nothingness and infinity, for his true calling is to be a beacon,
A guiding light, an invitation towards the hidden sublime of the universe.
Under the scattered brilliance of stars and the pale moon, his soul dances,
In a waltz of renunciations and revelations, a living and mysterious poetry,
For in every sigh, in every murmur of the artist, an eternal epic is written,
A protest against conformity, a call to the pure magic of hidden truth.
With silver gleams
and golden beams
God gives us hope
with each new dawn
while birds flute
their nesting songs,
leaves bowing
to greening lawns
bees, buzzing and strumming blades,
attracted by blossoms sweetening
wilder glades...
Spring, a season of new life;
lifting dim hearts out of darkness
and strife--
Father, forgive us,
your children,
who foolishly stray--
hear us, our choir
of repenting voices,
humbly we pray.