Best Mingled Poems
When the sun kisses each drop of rain,
spirited colors warm the heart...
like a wind wisped feather,
landing lightly on the soul.
Romance calls,
from a fresh faint whisper
mingled cleverly among the fallen.
A daydream smiles,
in a seductive voice.
Conjured memories evolve,
from indifference to fact,
plunging deep into fantasy,
erotically eager,
intoxicatingly anxious.
All is euphorically joyful.
05/16/2021<>
An early morn mist that fadeth away
revealeth the goddess that stole this heart.
In radiance, her hair shone as blazing gold
soft-born winds welcomed her that fine day.
Her approach held me silent and steadfast
earth and sky both envied her elegance.
Nothing on earth could her power dispel
nothing could her love's depth ever outlast.
Transfixed, my frozen legs refused to act
for her magnificent beauty brought me fear.
Fear of not knowing why at me she gazed
I wished my lustful thoughts, I could retract.
O' Blessed day, when I saw that loving smile,
her warmth cast forth to calm this lonely soul.
With heart relieved and soul stripped bare,
I saw love's truth, in it was no human guile.
Then, she took my trembling hand and said
words that will forever burn in this glad heart,
"I chose you, for thy spirit needs true love's gift
and with it comes relief from all thou dost dread."
She led me to paradise through beacons of gold.
Emerald eyes sparkling, brighter than the sun.
I watched as mischief grew in the vixen's orbs.
She woke this heart that long ago had grown cold.
Alas, she spoke to me in a gentle lilting voice,
sweet symphonies she crooned in my willing ear.
Beyond the realm of all opulent Utopian dreams
my spirit rose aloft with her. In love, we rejoice.
Up to the stars then to the dark side of the moon.
Ere long we rested where no eyes could intrude
upon tender kisses she bequeathed to my lips.
My lovely goddess surrendered to me in a swoon.
O' what depth of passion between us doth lie.
Breath mingled with breath until the sun rose.
Within my arms she stirred, but for a moment
then snuggled closer with a soft angelic sigh.
She had chosen me to love in that early morn mist.
From dawn to dawn she endowed her glorious gift;
the gift of love, 'twas like no other I had ever known.
My golden haired goddess, lips longing to be kissed.
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Written with admiration for a talented poet...Robert Lindley.
Robert, thank you for the journey among the brightest stars.
The clouds were cumulus, which swept the sky above our field.
You and I were happy then. Beneath those clouds we reeled.
Oh, to be there once again: young, alive, and free!
Among the bright wild blooms we swirled down by the azure sea.
Such beauty dwelt inside our world, where land and water mingled.
We stopped to kiss. Inside my skin, my body sweetly tingled!
We looked and saw the tide begin to rise, so hand in hand,
we walked down to the shore and lay, toes touching in the sand.
Watching wavelets gently play as sun‘s last rays were spread
across our beach, we felt new heat beneath a sky turned red.
We sealed our love - with joy replete - when moon brought forth its light!
I wonder - as we both grew cold - embracing through that night,
if you dreamed, too, that we’d grow old together through our lives.
1/29/15
"Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in heaven."
A thousand, million years had fled
then thousand million more,
yet it was still the morning.
And there stood one, Transcendent,
whom we call God and the Divine,
whose reasoned might
stretched to clutch infinity—
and embraced eternity’s nether bounds
to fashion perfect round—
beginning's instant fused
with very end of things
that time endured no more.
Thus evening interlaced with morning,
from whose conjugative spawn emerged
a cosmic realm, its structure fine,
yet restive, taut and yearning.
Here coherence mingled self with
destiny, and thus arose intelligence.
Among its legion offspring,
daughters of the light
and one the son of morning,
a paragon of intellect—
in depth and reason boundless,
beautiful and firm, named Lucifer.
Beloved of Transcendence and
from whom the mighty angels
fled, nobility confounded.
Across mighty heaven’s parapets
he reasoned and opined.
And many thought him noble.
Yet temerity cannot assail wisdom
nor petulance conjure faith.
He, his mighty acolytes then stood
and cried aloud, trumpeting insistence,
and became among the first
whose grasp did not exceed their reach.
And war ensued—
A war of vaunted intellect,
but also narcissistic,
and rooted in deceit.
For he would exercise free will to battle,
then in victory rob all of its gift.
Therefore a quandary stood
that would not reconcile with reason.
Defeated, Satan stood no more in heaven.
Godly was their sorrow when he fell.
Now in our eyes and hearts and minds
do not echoes of the war resound?
First Place: Julia Ward's Contest: Expand Arthur Miller's Thought from The Crucible (quote above).
My heart returns to you like spring
Awakening with April rain
As pale petals tenderly cling
To promises of daylight's gain
I turn to you like seasons do
Dewy and fresh from winter's rest
Seeding our love in rainbow hues
Green life misting our mingled breath
Your eyes, once shy, now warmly bloom
Vast meadows of poppy sweet red
Our future pledged on the perfume
Of roses from the day we wed
Once auburn, more silver does grow
Yet gleaming with color's recall
A blossom kept beneath the snow
You are my spring, summer and fall
Amid the white patches of that mauve gracious dusk,
I bask in an awaited dawn since I found myself from a lost world
to win over my innermost conflicts at last,
I remember the spirit that rejoiced my tattered hopes...
~~~~~~My Phoenix spirit guides me in~~~~~
That mighty river~~
which flowed through rapids and ravines and
streams that mingled into it or crossed a path just once,
I remember the light which kept me sane...
The incessant cycle~~
of nights and days,
inconspicuous, anticipated, enchanting
I remember hushed whispers transforming into soothing lullabies..
That steady rock~~
which stands for ages facing all the odds
to wait for a pleasant morning,
I remember how it revived the withering moss...
That drop of rain~~
which poured to rejuvenate life in grief,
I remember how it soaked parched Earth in colors...
That winter breeze~~
accompanied by frost, undesired yet gleaming with delight,
I remember the wings that made it soar in the sky..
That lost alley in the woods~~
which guided voyagers even when nobody liked to walk upon it,
I remember the fire that guided a laid path...
That oak tree~~
which grew from a sapling when storms tried to uproot it,
I remember the courage that kept it upright...
The warrior who never gave up~~
despite the battles lost in the journey,
I remember the ashes that built her again...
The woman who found a life~~
growing from a naive girl who learnt from her mistakes,
I remember the dreams that revealed the mystery of love....
A light of faith, a ray of hope,
A drop of elixir, a soothing breeze
The fire that builds from ashes to rebirth
over lands to fly upon and rise
It guides me, lights me, loves me
While I rise to revive my hopes
I see a Phoenix engulfing my spirit.
May 26, 2020
Spirit Animal Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance(Dear Heart)
Winner: First Place
and in my green dream, I find myself in a green lush forest
dripping wet with life, steamy and sultry
I am one with nature and with the emerald drifting water
oh, the chartreuse moss and the wet lime green ferns
I float in tranquility and beneath me seaweed grows, swaying
so many greens all united in harmony
juniper, sage, olive, shamrock, pine
emerald green of a little frog and the dark green of a crocodile
small green fish kissing my toes
a lovely green flower, a green snake slithers
a fluttering green butterfly, a green bird sings sweetly
green twining vines, meandering in the dark green foliage
my sage green eyes, whisper come fall into the green depths with me
I will take you to green, green world full of utter peace
all beautiful shades of green, mingled and entwined, united in nature and life
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February 29, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/in my green dream
Copyright Protected, ID 16-762-889-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, United Colors: Green
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
I kissed July's hot tangerine lips
swam in cool aquamarine eyes
basked in blond and honey rays
dreamed in mango pomegranate sunsets
of lime hillsides and marmalade roses
Years of sweet citrus passed in golden hours
One day I woke
to find translucent eyes
in burnt sienna
as trees wept leaves
in burgundy and olive
Soon the eyes
were frozen in powder
Ashen shadows blew
across barren groves
of spindled spruce
and howled
with December's lonely moon
But from my fire lit window
I hold fast to memories
of daffodils and oranges
mingled with the burn
of lemon tears
7/16/17
This sacred soil that once resounded with the musket's rattle,
Imbued with mingled blood of Blue and Gray spilt in brutal battle,
Now stands serene with only whisperings of the restless ghosts,
Of gallant men who sacrificed their all among the frenzied hosts.
Are those the sighs of vagabond souls heard with each subtle breeze,
As zephyrs rustle the dancing leaves of stalwart, guardian trees?
Is that the winter's wind that shrieks about Round Top Hill,
Or the screams of dying troopers, their fatal destiny to fulfill?
Are those the moans of men left to die, their laurels won,
Or the boles of ancient pines groaning 'neath the searing sun?
The wind wafts tall grasses that on The Wheatfield grow;
Could this be waves of spectral infantry, advancing row by row?
Lightning flashes and thunder echoes across the rolling sectors,
Reminiscent of once roaring cannon, now long-silent specters.
The battle was o'er with the repulse of daring General Pickett;
Thousands of souls lay dead on bloody field and tangled thicket.
Lincoln's powerful address yet echoes o'er that hallowed clay,
To honor heroes, no matter the color of cloth they wore that day.
Do their fretful spirits yet roam, wondering if they died in vain?
Rest in peace dear souls - because of you this nation rose again!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 4 the Fraser/Devonshire "Dazzle Us With History" Contest - Jan 2011
Ave Maria
I hear the cries, the ties that bind.
I recall it all when Easter comes.
His suffering upon the cross our
Great and humble loss endured for us.
Ave Maria
How she must have suffered too at his feet.
The tears she shed as her son bled.
Then as He dies the darkened skies revealed
Mourning fears mingled with anguished tears.
Ave Maria
Laid to rest beyond the stone mourners moan.
In disbelief instilled with grief as He appears
First before Mary's eyes to see our Lord arise.
Ave Maria
Rejoice this blessed day as we pray...He lives!
As His disciples too bear witness to His wounds.
Jesus died to wipe our sins away. With the
Grace of God he rose from this sod into Heaven..
Ave Maria
Amen!
April 17, 2022
*Note: I got bronchitis and didn’t get this poem entered
in time for Regina’s contest but wanted to post it for Easter anyway.
Happy Easter to Everyone!
Contest: Easter Poetry Contest
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
As I walked on a lonely beach,
I thought I spied a Mermaid--
But no, it couldn't be, I thought.
Yet, drawing near, I saw it was
a Mermaid sunning on a rock.
Her back, I saw, and fins.
as I looked on in shock.
She couldn't see me as I crept forward,
hid and watched
Her hair, like spun gold, blew gently
in Summer's breeze.
Her skin, an opalescent green--
by that, I mean
there were mingled hues
of peridot and opal
creating a soft sea green.
and, when she moved,
created opal's fire
amid her sheen
Her hands were webbed but versatile
and I could only stare
as she braided sunbeams
in her hair.
She began to hum
which soon became a song she sang
the music haunting,
yet nestled deep
were sounds of waves
kissing shore--
music I longed to keep.
Her song reached a crescendo
as sea waves crashed.
A moment only, I turned
and glanced at the sea.
When I looked back,
she had disappeared...
into a memory.
I found a pebble she had left
of iridescent green--a gift.
All along, she knew
I watched.
Often, at dusk,
I walk the lonely sands
and search for her.
I listen for her song...
but she has gone.
She ventured far beyond Earth's realm
past cordoned confines of heart and soul
Tumbled, as did Alice, down the rabbit hole
Drifted, like an Autumn leaf blown from an elm
She soared past distant planets,
on paths lighted by effulgent moons
Weaved her tears among Saturn's rings
and all the while she was gathering stardust
before they mingled with sand on Mars' dunes.
From mountain peaks of Jupiter,
she bottled mist, to which she clings
And all these amazing interstellar things
were collected as caressive tokens for him;
the one she had vowed to love more than life.
From far reaches of dark galaxies
she held treasures from her jaunt;
Mystical items she hoped he'd want
brilliant beacons of silvered moonbeams,
fading light, captured as the sun dimmed.
She carefully wrapped her gifts to offer
in layers of cosmic flecks from a comet's tail.
Trussed with silken threads of time, unraveled,
she tied celestial troves she would soon proffer
to the one for whom she holds in fervent affection.
From his heart, she hoped would spill
the love that somehow waned to a trickle.
Then in abundance, once more it would flow
like a wildly churning river, Yes, she loves him still
I gaze on your absence
And listen to the rhythm of my heart
As my fantasy echoes its lyrics
In signs of uncompromising emotions
I daydream of your humorous presence
The hilarious sensation mingled with such a seriousness
A mellifluous meld of alphabets and sounds
And the coo anthem of "go jor"
I missed every fun we shared
And every care I gave
I reminisce every truth you told:
Anxious secrets spilled from shying lips
I yearn for the spark in your subtle eyes,
The easy of your gentle breath,
And the wet warmth company of your acrobatic tongue;
Conveyed quid pro quo exciting caresses
Though our paths set on reverse realities
And these may soon be buried in the dunes of time
Still I will behold you in the memories of our memorial night
For your love prints are unrivalled impressions
He came into my room carrying a gentle shade of light upon his face
and as I grew accustomed to his presence, I felt his spirit free
Its as if the angels carved him out of alabaster bone and marm
with and anciency and rapture made of silver thread and gold
Spellbound by his magic, I inhaled his presence dear,
then watched my heart begin to beat for him and him alone
He was the scent of orchid in a mingled denim shirt
and as he blew me kisses, I hitched a breath so rare
between his arms, beneath his skin, inside his heart
I was here, there, everywhere,
and as he roomed me with his auric fire
I heard the beckon of my soul,
" Go ahead release your heart, he's yours"
January 14, 2020
The words I chose is Aura
Once I was a little girl, caught up in dreams
Coloring my world in hues of crimson blood
Flowing through my veins of glittering gold
Whispering feelings of mesmerizing insights
Into the inspirations created from my spirit
Once I was filled with brilliant tones of purple
Sighing with vivid arrays of soothing blue hope
Enchanting the warmth living within my heart
Reflecting soothing sincerity alive with serenity
Capturing my vision and revealing pieces of me
Once I was encouraged by the honesty I could see
Dancing, swaying softly, with a sense of empathy
Filling up the gentle embrace of a familiar place
Where I could see the satisfaction I believed to be
A part of me, the piece that imagines true reveries
Once I was delighted to be alive and free to exist
With shades of peaceful, misty frost, touching upon
Emerald and sapphire ridges and peaks where I knew
The difference between wisdom and knowledge, a walk
Through the combination of faith mingled with courage
Once I was growing stronger in my heart and soul
Discerning the changes that came about with miracles
That graced me with their amazing purity and creativity
Assurance that everything I could hope to be or believe
Would be wrapped up in shadows of promising fantasies
Once I was a fiery yearning breathing out truth and passion
Inspired by sensitivity and melancholy, rich sincerities
Murmuring touches of comfort through my depths
Portraying the essence of dedication and loyalty within
Lulling my anxieties to slumber and finally leave me
Once I was a little girl who only knew the meaning of hope
Through small instincts that left her with a passionate wish
For the moments filled with sincerity, acceptance and faith
The discerning of the spirit that would bring peace and grace
Feelings of security filled with a sure belief in God’s love for me
If this was my last poetry contest poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
July 17, 2020