Best Heavenly Poems
dainty daffodil
your golden trumpet fanfares
the dawning of spring
Verse 1
That night we kissed, my heart became a butterfly.
It sprouted wings and danced across the velvet sky,
then leapt across the multitude of stars there strewn
along its happy way to touch the crescent moon.
You held me close, but did you know my heart could fly?
Chorus:
Oh, heavenly night when my heart could fly!
And in its pounding, did you hear it testify
that you, and you alone, could ever satisfy
the woman that emerged from her secure cocoon
that night you flew me, Darling, to the moon!
Verse 2
My heart soared onward, constellations yet to try. . .
My yearning heart, once captive, was no longer shy.
How can hearts set free be ever more immune
to sweet caresses in a night that all too soon
must have an end in bittersweet goodbye?
Chorus:
Oh, heavenly night when my heart could fly!
In its pounding, did you hear it testify
that you, and you alone, could ever satisfy
the woman that emerged from her secure cocoon
that night you flew me, Darling, to the moon!
Your feathered words arrive tickling my ears
The tip of your nose brushes
The back of my neck
My skin awakens
I have been calling you
Calling you back into my consciousness
My heart
My soul
Speak to me.... let me hear you
Your deep voice
Your warm breath
I feel you on my cheeks
Memories of our times together
Dancing in the raindrops
Naked...laughing
Warm pink drops
Cascading through the canopy of
A million greens above us
Sunlight seeping through
A kaleidoscope throwing rays of light
Shafts and shadows embracing your form
Noir velvet and gold shimmer
An ethereal statue before me
Sitting cross legged on mammoth leaves
We press our palms together
Looking into your eyes
Past now...to before
And back to now again
A forever embrace cradled in unity
Overhead the drip drop melody of
A thousand tears
Falling from the heavens
Audible in form
We have been here before
Surrounded in green majesty
Gazing towards a swaying tribe of ladybugs
Red with black spots
Surrounded in light...glowing
Radiating love
I hover above you spread eagle
Close enough to caress your forehead
With my lips
Leaving a gentle imprint
A message of hope
Fly with me to the clouds
Where we may gallop and play
Frolicking through lush planetary fields
Fly now...ride on my white wings
Up....up ...up
Past turmoil and confusion
Tragedy and loss
Through the lavender veil
To cloudbursts and mist
Mystery and rebirth
Infinite space and distant time surround us
We gasp and giggle
Weightless vibrations inhabit us
Turning towards each other in delight
We cartwheel through the sky
And make snow angels
On the hills of magenta clouds
“Perching on a fencepost, the meadowlark calls in sweet trilling tones like a solo marimba.” L. Milton Hankins
The meadow lark happily sits along the fencepost singing away
and watches as Milton appears all aglow and here to stay
God’s creatures gather around to watch this beautiful scene
In this heavenly place where it’s forever peaceful and serene
He awoke to the faint sounds of meadowlarks singing under the sun
As peaceful feelings envelope, his pain is gone, realizing he has none
The air is warm and fragrant of fresh summer flowers in bloom
As he smells a familiar scent getting closer, his late wife’s perfume
He hears her voice coming closer and she appears at his side
She tells him he has crossed over and reunited with his bride
He feels tears of joy and peace knowing they're now reunited
and realizes he's crossed over to heaven, so happily delighted
The meadowlark joyfully sings on the fencepost singing his tune
As other birds join in a welcoming serenade to Milt as they croon
From outfield judging eyes await your plight,
though sweat and stupor feign to your ruin.
Now pull up your trousers, cinch your belt tight...
glaring down from mound, pitch straight and proven.
Blurred ball unleashed, pitcher's swift arm uncoiled...
tho' bat be av'rage, the batter may not.
Cauldron-like blood boiled, fever'd swing loyal,
now away to skies, all eyes on prized swat.
Faithfully she watched from merciful stands,
clouds roll away from fancy, fated rush.
His chance to meet life, alone in her hands,
though startled by a bat's powerful crush.
Will you strike true in life's bewilder'g plan,
carried on shoulders of heavenly fans?
I love to ride in morning breeze
On paths surrounding forest trees
To share the scent of pine fresh air
Where fine mist lingers in my hair.
My steed is white with soft gray nose
We gallop on through drifting snows,
As snow drops settle soft and light
To make our morning spirit bright.
We stop to rest near mountain crest
And view an eagle's flight to nest
High above in a lofty pine,
To dwell in nature quite divine.
I lift my eyes into the skies
While bathed in colors of sunrise,
And watch how sun beams, fleeting flees,
My horse and I amidst the trees.
3-29-20
Some Paradise Where Horses Go Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner |
*A revision from an older poem.
The sun yawns in the horizon as it flutters its eyes
Honey – yellow, orange, and shades of red
as it goes into a deep slumber as the moon awakes in the skies.
Heaven vast upon the seas
a pellet of darkest blue violet to a dark inky storm,
Shearwater skim closes the waves in flight by the breeze.
While angels weave and caress in loving warmth
of strength and comfort, an unconditional loving squeeze.
Our Earthly home
Our paradise,
Our Eden,
Our heaven.
A place full of sadness
A place of happiness
A daily reminder
A promise
Heavenly Angels protect,
Meant to be kept for eternity.
Lighting forks across the night skyline,
the rumble of thunder sounds around.
Angels pure of love and where they're most abound.
They're always nigh an angelic sign.
12/30/2017
Unique is the discipline of love
Understanding God's law
Faith holds supreme commander
Sometimes we have to fight
our way through a concrete jungle
stone cold dreams nightmare evaluates
Rocking the cradle unworthy desires
no peace or rest for the wicked deeds
in order to find the answers to hopes prayer
Truth pointing us directions
within our code of moral conduct
which supports us in our voyage
In the walk of life chaos grips hearts consumed with hate
Without faith our souls identity will become dust
Needing hugs from heaven to survive
A Collaborated Poem 19.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
(tercets unrymed)
Heavenly Meat Pies
Nostalgic memories -
An awesome aroma
And an unforgettable flavor of
Freshly-baked, hot-out-of-the-oven,
Magnificent, “melt-in-your-mouth,”
Homemade mini meat pies.
Flaky, golden brown pastry crusts,
Filled with lots of love and stuffed with
Savory bite-size bits of tender beef,
Cubed potatoes, green peas, bell peppers,
Pungent garlic, garden carrots, celery, cilantro,
Madras Curry and other fragrant aromatic spices.
Popping one delectable meat pie into my mouth,
I tucked away another in my pocket for later.
Every magical mouth-watering morsel,
A taste of heavenly culinary delight…
In my great-grand auntie’s thatched roof kitchen.
10-10-2014
Contest: Plenitude of Pies
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Placement: 10th
A nubile young vicar named Jude
Was seen swimming, totally nude
The bishop said WOW
Just look at you now
Your assets - they need to be viewed!
Fiction write!
07-05-17
Invited him home for a drink
A toast as their glasses did clink
Robes down on the floor
Performing a chore...
How far will this story now sink.
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
The vicar bent over to pray
The bishop could not look away
So for his protection
Took up a collection
A robe now conceals his display
WRITTEN BY CHRIS GREEN
I think this story about being nude will sink low
I will tell on those guys, all I know
Those two men are not holy
The bishop's roly-poly
And the vicar used to be in a nude girly show
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
The bishop was feeling romantic
The vicar thought the man pedantic
When the vicar turned around
To give the bishop a frown
The bishop gasped, "Lord, you're gigantic!"
WRITTEN DALE GREGORY COZART
Said Jude, will we both go to hell-
Said bishop, you never can tell
But please will you turn
I've got carpet burn
And my knees are beginning to swell
WRITTEN BY GARY SMITH
As the bishop continued to stare
He thought such a body's not fair
To see the nude vicar
was hard on his ticker
and soon he had to change underwear
WRITTEN BY ROGER ADAMS
Mother Teresa told me so
In the heaven we’ll dance too slow
If you want to come
Bring us some Rum
Otherwise you may stop and go
WRITTEN BY PASHANG SALEHI
btw... What would the Pontiff say?
Would there be hell to pay?
Or would the Pope
just drop the soap
and hope he'd be invited to play
WRITTEN BY LIM'RIK FLATS
When suddenly a knock at the door
they decided they'd rather ignore
in walked the pope,
joined in the group grope
next day they were all saddle sore
WRITTEN BY DANIEL TURNER
The pope thought it not at all freakly
when asking the other men meekly
that if they were game
and would do the same
they could set up appointments weekly
WRITTEN BY DALE GREGORY COZART
Jude's assets developed so well
As the bishop could obviously tell
But you might be surprised
How it grew to that size
Well, he used it to ring the church bell
WRITTEN BY RAY GRIDLEY
07-06-17
You flew to me from beyond the clouds
Sent to soothe my troubled heart
I felt the warmth of your kiss on my forehead
In that moment my sadness blew away
Sent to soothe my troubled heart
You looked deep within my very soul
In that moment my sadness blew away
With your help I escaped the gray
You looked deep within my very soul
A breath of light into the darkness
With your help I escaped the gray
Your angel eyes looked into mine
A breath of light into the darkness
So much comfort yet no words spoken
Your angel eyes looked into mine
For me a glimpse of heaven's glory
So much comfort yet no words spoken
I felt the warmth of your kiss on my forehead
For me a glimpse of heaven's glory
You flew to me from beyond the clouds
- Your Heavenly Touch -
Walking in the light of beauty
sunshine's a promise fulfilled
warmly on the right side of love
Holding you precious the gasp within
one kiss chocolate melting taste buds
Lost in a dream embracing you my Queen
Sets a twilight sky on fire
burning deeply warm starlight
Dawning this night
I live only for you
without saying goodbye
Your heavenly touch lovingly whispers are melodious
A most cherished feeling powers emotions
when your lips kiss sweetly lands softly perfect
Tomorrow's a new adventure in our honeymoon secret meetings place
(unrhymed tyrcets)
27.03.2016
Romance written by : Liam & Anne-Lise :)
Copyright © Sunshine smile
HEAVENLY JOY
As Spring returns joyfully for all,
A life-giving energy returns,
“ To all creatures great and small,
The Lord God Made them all.”
The prettiest trees with blossoms
Are fruit trees,
“He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is the Almighty,
Who has made all things well.”
Some trees crave for warmth,
To say goodbye to bitter days,
And welcome golden days of sun
Which have begun
From time immeasurable.
“The cold winds in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.”
Fruit trees are prissy,
Radiant princesses
Who bloom and burst,
Their seeds dispersed
By creatures of every kind,
Becoming blossoms of
Vivacious pinks, crimson delights,
Delectable orange, virgin white,
Breath taking lilacs and purples,
And Lemon spirited yellow.
Their fertile blossoms pollinated
By both birds and bees,
Which every moment do they seize,
To turn these trees into a heavenly sight,
Under our African sun so bright,
Each tree surrounds
It’s fruit with emerald, green leaves,
Protecting them from harm and thieves,
Watered by the heavens,
“The Lord God made them all.”
For humankind to be enthralled.
Words and verses taken from the Hymn “ THINGS BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL”
The Pilgrim’s Ghost of a Thousand Heavenly Dreams
Looking through a magical dewdrop we now see an enchanted
Chandelier, liquid-sparkling pure, where a mystical quicksilver
Mirrors a living-moonlight reflection of a thousand radiant stars.
These stars are heavenly focus points that reflect the celestial
Magnificence of Almighty God’s prescient intention, whereby all
Cosmic music forms a clockwork of ticks-tocks of a certain vision.
This vision streams and sounds throughout the cosmos entire on
Star beams with the dimension, power, and force of Almighty God,
Whilst casting a glorious panoply of light that illuminates the darkness.
The reach of God’s eternal light into this deep-dark void of the cosmos
Is known as “The Pilgrim’s Ghost of a Thousand Heavenly Dreams” that
Has an undeniable metaphorical place in mankind’s collective psyche.
This ethereal, eternal ghost by God’s own direction on our mortal Earth,
Allows for mankind’s curious interest in exploring the deepest-darkest
Crevasses of the oceans and the silent sacred secrets of the cosmos itself.
This ethereal, eternal ghost as resident in mankind’s consciousness fuels
Man’s desire, as divinely inspired, to see ourselves as a mirror-image of God
Himself, fulfilling God’s desire that our souls shall ascend one day to Heaven.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 10, 2018 (Tercet)
"The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day." By Poet
Today I took a walk down the street,
and found a beautiful flower garden.
I was in awe of the "Jewel" like flowers,
some stretching their heads over the white fence.
The "Gate" was open so I went in,
the bunny heard me "Mutter" heavenly place.
A weeping willow caught the sun in a "Shadow."