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Premium Member If Only My Wish Would Come True

Images of children dwelling in developing world
In plight of poverty~~ some two billion strong,
Fly a flag of existence, waving distress unfurled,
Crooning mournful song: is this where we belong?

Struggling in parched lands of bared dreary sights
World they live in is the world they have known,
Where days of emptiness cede to dreary nights
Churning nightmares as dreams vacant bemoan.

Wishing upon an angel~ I would endeavor to plead
For turning places despaired into domains of hope,
For means to educate, learn skills, write and read,
For rewriting will of destiny, while striving to cope.

If I could bend sorrow and the fate of tomorrow
Seeds of knowledge I’ll sow in the dreaded woe
Marveling the fields of wisdom sprout and grow
As minds edified glow, defying misery’s shadow.

My wish for peace echoes benevolence spurred
As hymns of unity in the temple of goodwill toll
And calls of equity from endearing hearts heard
Reverberate harmony in euphony of sublime soul.

I wish upon a candle, for world to join a sing-along
Lauding pledges of love to spur the youth on and on
Cheering to acclaim: this is where the kids belong~
In benevolence of hearts, over seven billion strong.

June 13, 2022
Placed 1st: If Only My Wish Would Come True Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories: marveling, children, hope, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Winsome Visage of Spring

Where hyacinths bloom, cardinals hop and sing,
Winsome is the visage of verdant vibrant spring
Beautifying fragrant prairies, blossoming trees,
Alluring bees waltzing on wings of tender breeze
Undulating gleefully crest of burbling streams,
Frolicking on melodies of robin’s nesting dreams,
Euphoric in hilarity of dancing yellow daffodils,
Merriment of white lilies, panorama of foothills,
Spring’s revelry buoying where butterflies spree,
An eagle’s flight above marveling splendorous glee.

May 3, 2022
Placed 2nd: Spring Rhyme: 8-12 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Categories: marveling, spring,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Voice of the Last Acorn

Image credit: Wikipedia


People amble by in view of the placid lake
Mesmerized by horizon adorning scarlet
While not far from the Oak tree, I stealthily lay
Enthralled in musical repertoire of Blue Jays
As squirrels run wild in a purposeful race
And searching for food woodpeckers peck.

Trust me when I say they are no friends--
One by one they devoured my mates
And now here I am, the only one left--
Thanks to the kid who curiously picked me
And threw me away in callous disdain
Landing in a pit just a few yards from the lake
Still within grace of the golden daybreak.

My endurance burned in hot summer days
And resilience ached in stormy, rainy haze
Till cooler nights met dewy vibrant dawns
As resplendent vistas autumn witnessed
And falling colors floated in evening breeze
Burying me in cloak of fiery-red leaves
For semblance of warmth in winter forlorn.

In misery of wet, cold my core utterly soaked
As I almost lost hope of sanguine heart echoes
Until aura of life the young spring invoked
When my roots formed, sprouting new growth
And slowly I up-rose in a delightful world
Marveling rising skies of ruby brushstrokes.

April 24, 2020
HM: Strand Pick H Contest
The last acorn poetry contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Categories: marveling, imagery, nature, tree,
Form: Personification

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Premium Member Where Cheerful Robins Dance

Gleefully you and I smile from a scenic window on life
Enchanted by nightfall befriending quixotic autumn sky
Embossing crimson brushstrokes on vermilion arc
Akin to a painting in classical style of renaissance art
Parading in front of our eyes on a thrilling train ride,

When orange glow of sinking sunset playfully smiles back,

As we savor shrimp-creole with red wine in the dining car
And train-tracks beneath us rhythmically clickety-clack
Negotiating the panoramic curves befitting forested lands
Announcing the mighty reach of whistling train-horn,

When the half-moon above peeks through twinkling stars.

Balancing gingerly footsteps we jaunt back to our roomette 
Settling in on narrow bunk beds in a tiny modest space
Marveling the red, brown, golden foliage trickling outside
Falling on multi-color motif carpeting the misty grounds,

As engine screeches intermittently, braking, slowing down,
Screaming loud whistle-calls, approaching station stops.

We endeavor to sleep until dreams invoke beauteous dawn
Awakening to thick white clouds of dense morning fog
Slowly giving way to glorious sun-rays piercing the forest,

Where cheerful robins dance upon a long leafless branch
Welcoming marigold sunrise on the horizon’s blue path
As you and I reminisce in the whispering night of romance.

October 24, 2019
HM: Strand special by Brian Strand
From Atlanta to Washington DC on an overnight train
Categories: marveling, imagery, nature, travel,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member I Feel Love

Hotly breathing upon the heartbeats murmur  
where a thousand doves warmly flutters inwardly 
taking one's breath away beyond breathless chants 

Golden miracle of the sun born deeply soft crowning jewels 
dewdrops within the night's reflection sparkle glisten 
where a moon leaves the loving imprint behind timeless

Wings marveling land adoring the haloed vision framed beholding  
oceans whisper softly across the tides moving sands 
each little step up brings us slightly closer to heaven
Categories: marveling, emotions, feelings, light, moon,
Form: Terza Rima

Premium Member Sit Beside Me In Silence

Why don't we escape 
         all the chaos
    in this noisy world?
        For a fistful of 
     precious moments,
          let's just sit 
          side by side
       out in the open,
      completely silent.
   Let's gaze at the sky
       in the gloaming
        as it gradually 
         changes hue.
    Let's watch the day 
         age together,
          marveling
   at birds flying high,
      blades of grass
   waving in the wind.
          Join me in...
  this sweet surrender
         unperturbed;
       seeking respite
         in tranquility.
       Let's keep still
   like Buddhist monks,
        concentrating...
   on the lone goldfish
      on that fish tank
     inside our minds.


Submitted for...
Anacreontic Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Date written: 04/11/2021
Categories: marveling, appreciation, introspection, silence, solitude,
Form: Free verse


Premium Member Novembersummer

Midfall and nearly all the trees
Stand brown as broken sticks
Against a sky impossibly blue,
I in shirtsleeves a walking go
With love and longings as my companions
Kicking through the drifts of colored shards
Fallen with another Summer's stealthy fading
Feeling, marveling at this piece of heat
That dropped unnoticed from Her pocket.

I could believe today
In America untamed,
A place full of wild things and untamed peoples
A place where Spirit spreads
To ride the clouds
To sing its songs unhindered.

Nature has let down her locks today;
Who will look on her
To let themselves be consumed, entranced
By the beauty that lives on in spite of all our assaults -
Who will be distracted by the miracles we move through,
Feel the surge of the sea of life all around us,
Hear the whispered prayers
In the windsigh of the sleeping trees
Watch the sacred night come on
Announced by the rose glow behind the thumbnail moon -
Who will stand amid such things,
Yet not put aside for the moment
Those little cares we circumscribe our lives with,
To stand amazed to be here breathing,
Alive to feel how loving-close
Infinity holds us, claims us for its own;
Surely, not I alone.

I rest a hand on my sleeping child's chest;
Feel the heart fluttering beneath the skin;
I can sense a great wheel turning.

I wander out in the still warm darkness 
That follows this day,
To look up at the starstrewn sky
See that great wheel begin its turning,
Stand amazed to be here breathing.

Stand, amazed to be.
Categories: marveling, introspection, mystery, nature, seasons,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member autumn

september slips in
as asters wave in the breeze . . .
farewell to summer

october’s crisp days
mountains’ gold and crimson blaze . . .
my marveling gaze

november’s wind wails
a lone leaf scuttles away . . .
the fall’s first snow flake
Categories: marveling, autumn,
Form: Haiku

Premium Member We Do Not Own the Land

Renegade trees are popping up all over my yard.
Reminding me that I am the interloper; it is their turf.
This is a forest, wild and well-guarded by giant oaks and cottonwoods.
Soldiers who will be here hundreds of years after we are gone.

I sit in the middle of the forest, in the meadow where my gardens are.
Marveling at my red knock out roses, which are a vivid hot pink.
A tiny stick of an elm tree has popped through in this garden.
I am nurturing it, like a mother nurtures her baby,

This is Kansas where tens of thousands of elms were murdered
By an elm disease. 
There has not been an elm tree here for twelve years.
Miraculously, this might be the only elm in Kansas for all I know.
This baby elm is proof that we do not own the land.

She will be here, giving shade hundreds of years after I am gone.
Categories: marveling, tree,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member The Butterfly Flutters By

As I stand on the shore of lake Huron in Ontario, Canada 
Marveling at all the beauty with autumn at her peek
I see what I assume a flying leaf  upon a cool breeze
Until it lands upon my hand and folds its wings
Velvet orange, striped with black, edged with dots of white
I watch in awe as that Monarch butterfly once again takes flight

Four times it had to  shed its skin to pick itself up off the ground
A caterpillar that stole away in a  chrysalis until its truth was found
Four generations would come and go before its final stage
A journey over land and sea, two thousand miles of flight
To a mountain range in Mexico ... its final destiny where it would
Join …millions and millions of other monarch butterflies 
that somehow against all odds survived…

A miracle is what I see each time a Monarch butterfly, flutters  by.  


For the Contest
Categories: marveling, miracle, nature,
Form: Prose

Be a Friend

Softly
Gently
Let us be warm and friendly.

Curious
But cautious
Happiness is much too precious.

Marveling
Wondering 
What days ahead will bring.

Softly
Gently
Let us be warm and friendly.



12 November 2014
© Kp Nunez  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: marveling, feelings, friendship,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Blue Angel

"I heard an angel speak last night and he said 'write'"   Elizabeth Barrett Browning

T here was a cemetery across from the street where I lived when I was young.
H ot summer days could find us there strolling down its winding shady pathways,
E ven racing bikes or playing Hide ’n Seek among  trees and ornate granite stones.

B eyond the wide middle part of that graveyard, way in the very back,
L ay a secluded area set apart for the deceased of a prestigious family.
U ltimately my siblings and I ended up at the mausoleum in the center of that spot.  
E ager to view its main attraction, we would stand on tiptoes before its window. . . . 

A ll kinds of angels were scattered throughout that cemetery's sprawling lawn, but
N ot one outdid the angel appearing violet blue through that stained glass window.
G uarding the tomb of a small child, she knelt gracefully, her true hue pure white.
E ventually after years of showing her to friends, I left home forever; on my mind
L ingers this memory; on tiptoes, I'm marveling, face pressed against blue glass.
Categories: marveling, childhoodangel, angel, blue,
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Moon Light Moon Night

We hold hands walking under the bright beam of God’s Moon Light,
And stop and kiss so intently in the soft cradle of the dark Moon Night.

The passion and rapture together we feel so on this cold black night,
Is reflected and majestically warmed by the touch of the Moon Light.

I look lovingly into your eyes on this quite special dark Moon Night,
Marveling at the love so reflected in your eyes by the Moon Light.  

This is an enchanted sight to behold by All who love the Moon Light, 
Reflecting the beauty and meaning while savoring all the Moon Night.

A deep Cosmic Blackness pervades the canvas of this great Moon Night,
While God’s grace and love pleasure us with a most bright Moon Light.

Almighty God in Heaven gently modulates the tone of this Moon Light,
Bringing constant wonder and glory to All on this most dark Moon Night. 

My love and I now understand the mystical meaning of this Moon Light,
As we ponder and hold so special God’s emotion felt on this Moon Night.  


Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(October 19, 2014) (Rhyme Couplet poetic format)
Categories: marveling, allegory, assonance, emotions, feelings,
Form: Couplet

Premium Member God's Saving Grace

God’s Saving Grace

Sudden flashes of lights
Brings me out of my fog
    I panic slamming the brake

Still to close
 	I gear down
       Hearing the skidding tiers
    Smelling rubber

Overwhelmed by terror
Traffic coming from both directions
I grip tight to the wheel turning it  
       To the left on a two way street 

I glance to the right of my vision and see
I’ve Leaping into the path
       Of an oncoming truck

Feeling completely helpless
Knowing it was going to hit my right side of my car
 
I glance forward to the sight of a ditch
I turn the wheel left to avoid going in

I Hit gravel
Then a thump back on the road
       As the steering wheel is jerking left to right
Right to left out of control 

At that moment
I see my son in a vision
Watching the terror he went through
Avoiding a deer and running into a pond
A few years back

At that moment
God stands as my Master
With arms out stretched
God takes control of my world

He reaches out
Pushing the truck away
To the right to avoid hitting me

The truck is forced into an oncoming car
God reaches out to the left and stopped  it

He takes hold of my world
And takes control
Of my steering wheel
      And safely makes me come to a stop
On the side of the road
Facing the wrong direction

I sit in shock shaking uncontrollably 
Marveling the miracle
That had just happen

I pulled in safely  into a driveway to calm down

I make the sign of the Cross
 And whispered prayers of
God saving grace
 Because He took control
I didn’t have the skill
     To do what I did

Three days later I’m still in tears
Of the nightmare
I went through
  A movie being playing over and over
           Of a vision of God stretching out His arms
      Guiding everyone  

I’m blessed with the relationship
I have with God
Believing in His miracles
His guardian angels
Archangel Michael


© 7/3/2015
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: marveling, devotion,
Form: Dramatic Verse

Premium Member Butterfly Pavilion

Nestled in hills of Pine Mountain, Georgia
Butterflies thrive at Callaway Gardens
Pavilion filled with cornucopia 
Vibrant beauties are captured on the lens

Floral-filled setting surrounded by glass
An international mixture abounds
Each majestic beauty in its own class
Flittering, fluttering, flying around

Magnificent magenta and sapphire
Flaunting deep purples and vivid yellows
The Lord blessed each with stunning attire
And they seem to be such carefree fellows

Pavilion visitors stand in great awe
Marveling at creatures without a flaw
Categories: marveling, nature,
Form: Sonnet
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