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Rhythmic tones form a most beautiful symphony of love
A shining star as nature's splendor reflects Heaven’s light
It’s my destiny to learn a passion and purpose to use now
Even for a moment, I would not change for you’re my love
And love is a blessing, an eternal gift that keeps on giving
Take your wish, shattered dreams—leave this world behind
And we shall seek and find a togetherness with lullabies pure
For each new emotion my heart shall always find you dearest
Sending warm golden stirring echoes dancing into your dreams
Softly lips whispering so gently in the air as a loving tune sings
As the warm sun lights up our footsteps treading on golden sands
Perfect maiden you’re the siren ringing bells for midnight chimes
True precious bride inside the heart you have keys to all the doors
Walk with me hand in hand as the soul breathes and butterflies sigh
Ocean waves crash—kissing salt of the earth as windows flutter free
Safely sitting on the throne as the crown graces a fair maiden queen
Our special music reflects the precious nature of our love dearest
As we share enchanted moments with each other so real and pure
When I take your hand in mine, I feel the magic warmth of passion
When I gaze into your eyes, I sense the depth of our love forever
The delight I share with you dear one defies all human description
And so my love—enjoy the oneness we share as two souls together
As we bask in God’s own heavenly light and music in His Universe
Our hearts unite as one in forming a most beautiful symphony of love
Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman ©
A Collaborated Poem – June 22, 2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
What Matters Most
What matters most is obvious to me.
It’s hearth and home, kin and family.
Life is an hourglass and the sands
of your time keep drifting down -
drifting, drifting, drifting
downward as you race
to get in all
the things you
want to
do!
But
take time
to breathe in
the things you love:
fresh baked bread, roses,
the petrichor of spring!
Simple are life’s joys. Give all
you love to all those you love, for
that will be your legacy when your
sands run out and the hourglass turns over.
April 1, 2020
for Chantelle Anne Cooke's "What Matters the Most to You" Poetry contest
“What hurts the most was being close,”
remembering us as we were,
though I'm not feeling the sage moon,
nor pearl raindrops that kissed my soul.
Now I waltz to tuneless songs as~
what hurts the most was being close,
while failing syllables of love,
and “I can't find the words”to rhyme.
Maybe,”I couldn't make you see it,”
how stars in my eyes sang your name.
What hurts the most was being close,
but, drowning in your lake of lies.
“Your heart was glass, I dropped it,” so
here I swirl beneath skies of tears
forlorn memories and I, as
what hurts the most was being close.
Songs used;
1- what hurts the most was being close ~ Rascal Flatts, what hurts the most
2- but I cant find the words ~ Lady GaGa , remember us this way
3- I Couldn’t make you see it ~ Lifehouse, Blind
4- Your heart was glass, I dropped it ~ Taylor Swift, Champagne problems
What struck me most—
the sameness of it all.
Drivers, nearly faceless—
their time and miles drifting
slowly into past.
On their way to
strike a bargain:
life energy for money to
buy things, which like them
must surely age and die.
Ask the earth
who possesses it?
Who owns the sea and sky?
Or at night stands wondering,
which stars above are mine?
Perhaps one day
we'll realize
that what we own
and matters most
is what we give away.
Snowing tonight….incandescent, luminescent,
Silvery snow, whispering divine dreams..
Air misty, breeze calm, serene! Do I see the
Brilliant Star, which directed the wise men
To a stable on an evening of starry twilight ...
When the three wise magi spotted the
Brightest star in the east, their surprise,
And their exhilaration knew no bounds!
Our Lord has come to us, the star beckons,
We must follow the glowing light and find our Saviour!
Sights through my window-panes are blurred!
Rooftops getting blanketed with white
Shimmering laces! treetops beautifully
Embellished with silver ornaments,
Grasses caressed by softest drizzle of snow!
This is the night, holy night for the universe
When we welcome our Lord to illuminate
Our life! They found Him in the manger,
Divine baby and Holy Mother they prayed to,
Most precious gifts were showered on Him!
We gaze with wonder at glittering stars above,
On this magnificent Christmas Day, in every
Glistening snowflake I behold Christmas magic -
An aura of love and compassion for the needy
Envelop the world with spiritual grace and harmony!
A trip to a very large
and far away hospital.
I was visiting a sick member
from church, there belittled
For a wet place I felt on my pants
I sat on a drenched seat
You bet I wasn't very composed
With coffee stains to greet
My husband had sat a cuppa
down recklessly on the seat.
It had spilled~ soaked fabric cushion
Also brown chicken white meat
My face was red walking the halls.
I wasn't a debutante
Embarrassed totally
But wouldn't let it me daunt
Written: July 12, 2016
Inspired by the contest
On a winter or fall’s eve, dark and deep,
snuggled in my bed, I’ll be fast asleep,
but online (if Sandman acts unkindly);
there is where most likely you will find me!
In spring or summer, I’ll be having fun
just sitting with my pen beneath the sun
on my patio writing poetry.
There is where most likely you will find me.
Each Friday to a movie house I go
in early afternoon to see a show.
Because I revel in good fantasy,
there is where most likely you will find me.
If I’m not at work or shopping, it’s a time
I can relax or lose myself in rhyme.
In my home with hubbie, feeling comfy,
there is where most likely you will find me!
Written March 16, 2016
For "Where Will They Find You" Poetry Contest of Marugu MO
we merge ...
I, rooted in your core
grinding up as you press down, never deep enough
supine, you on knees above, I reach up
weaving my fingers through silken strands
I guide your head gently down toward me, moondrops in your eyes
sweet tresses fall between us as our mouths melt together
tongues playing their own game, soft like bubblegum
I swim up the river to your soul
to that place indescribable, warm and dark
we are so melded that I almost feel alone ... lonely
but in the sense of being US, and one
I could let go my spirit there ...
without fear or regret or contemplation
I could stay forever on those shores, in joy
lost in our union and ethereal embrace
but it is far, far too precious for those ends
exquisite and rare for the sake of how momentary
and blessed for the sake of how perfect
how tenderly and passionately ... perfect.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Brian's Select 1, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Favorite Poem From Last Week" Poetry Contest, Lu Loo, Judge & Sponsor.
Youth, Life, Love And Its Most Precious All
When young, life was full of joy and great thrills
I recall that was how happiness feels,
a new toy a trip to the nearby park
birds singing, magical flight of a stark.
Ice cream served on a sweltering hot day
out of classroom watching a new school play,
Majestic day fishing, feet in the pond
our favorite movies, we were so fond!
Growing up, tremendous change had to come
too oft heartache became the rule of thumb,
Love gave its kiss and even sorrow too
in its realm, sweetest of desserts were new.
With such beauty and deep satisfaction
sometimes came the opposite reaction
truest of our sweet love, was denied-rejected
in pain hurt, we felt our soul was neglected!
In living through life, its good* and its bad
if wise, we could find depth of what we had,
love and sorrow are both needed to grow
happiness found, oft sorrow comes in tow.
Treasures great and small are in youthful past
best we embrace it and not run too fast
Through it all family, love matters most
without that, time was no more than burnt toast!
Robert J. Lindley, 7-10-2018
Poet's Note: On July 10th, 1978, a most beautiful and very precious soul that I loved so very true and deeply died in a car crash. Her death almost completely destroyed me and this is the first time I have ever mustered up the courage to write a poem about it. She was its " good *", - its greatest beauty* at that time in my life, its most - precious all*....
For 40 long years, I could not find the courage to sit to write this tribute to the memory of her sweet and kind soul.
I have now found such, because "family and love matters most", and I am now truly blessed with such a God given gift....
Don't fall through the cracks,
through the floorboards
past the pipes
hot water hissing
grey metallic stun gun dull.
Don't land on the basement steps,
slipping on down
bumping the back bone
breaking the fall
with your body gone white like you know it so well.
Don't let the swallow of house
and of home
consume you
in solitude's
greedy embrace
Don't wish the outside
would stop looking in
and impute ugly motives
to trees and to flowers
who have your best interest
in chlorophyll hearts.
Don't taste the floors
on your way down to hiding
Don't dine on splinters
and varnish and wine
Don't master silence
when no one is looking
Don't close your eyes
and pretend you are fine.
Don't slip on sentences
you uttered years ago
down in the basement
in pipes
steaming hot
Don't waste your sentiments
or your existence
on hiding the fact
that you are
what you're not
Don't laugh at paintings
with eyes that console you
on walls that you hung
last July on a whim
Don't think the walls
don't expect you
to call them
if you are in trouble
and losing your color from somewhere within
Don't apply pressure
to fissures in floorboards
to fit your way through
and become
what you lose
It's a lot stronger
to stand and absorb it-
surroundings adore you,
implore you to chose.
(Thank God, when I posted my poem a second time , I could enter it in the contest. But I am retaining my old post as I have many comments on it . I thank all my poet friends who helped me with suggestions, especially Mystic Rose Rose. My soupmail is non functional most of the time)
The naked hills are clad in snow
Blurring the houses that line up in a row
The wind that blows is icy chill
Freezing cold is the water of the rill
Trees, stand stripped and bare
But so much gaiety is in the air
Lightings from all houses shine
Sending out a radiance divine
Christmas trees stand finely decorated
Cribs are colourfully illuminated
The day has come when Christ was born
In our midst as the greatest boon
He came not in glory arrayed
But in a poor man’s rags clad
Took birth not in a palace of gold
But in a deserted manger of old
Poor shepherds were the sole witness
They beheld his radiant face in stillness
The whole world is under his magic sway
As love for all is his wondrous way
Jesus came down from Heaven on Earth
To offer the world its true mirth
To dole out the priceless treasure of peace
To see all bitterness and enmity cease
Merry ditties shall echo from every street
And children will sing Christmas carols sweet
From the angelic band will rise the refrain
“Peace on Earth and goodwill to all men”
Nov.20. 2022
~ Placed Eighth~
Most Beautiful Christmas Poem Contest
Sponsor – Mystic Rose Rose
A most beautiful suicide- from the hands of her beautiful possession
that struck the nerve that broke her dreams
and drained her blood down the pipe.
She called everyone-they all smiled
She cut too deep and they sent her away
to a grey place that made her think hopelessly
waiting for an answer.
A therapist did not help,
even though they lied and said they do-
So the doctor gave her pills
white ones, pink ones, blue ones and red ones too,
but all made her feel the same.
She was black and dying
she wasn't waiting on death any longer,
she filled the bath
naked in her bare flesh
and slit her wrists
her heart slowly stilled
and her blood went down the drain.
Our separation's taking its toll
more frequently my tears simply roll
for you, orphans of the virtual kind
from solid stock and elders fine
Your aims are certain, steps are sure
sad separation you endure
from friends and fam'ly, sweethearts too
by absence honed, your love holds true
Tho' lone my path I'm not alone
your faces etched in every stone
each road I venture on to take
I feel you trailing in my wake
You wink at me through treetop heights
your brightness dims the city lights
you goad me on with comely smiles
I sense love's nearness o'er the miles
Our names are daily writ and laced
devoid of distance; closely spaced
know you're missed, KEEGAN and MIREILLE
my reason for being, I love you muuuuchly
To my twins, who left the country within a month of one another towards the end of last year. My daughter is working in Thailand and my son in Dubai. May God watch over them always and grant me the strength to endure our separation.
This one hurts.
~Love Is Most Beautiful ~
(Linked)
Loves greatest gift
L
Gift we can give
O
Give and just have
V
Have, get, receive
E
Receive today
I
Today, each day
S
Day, all the time
M
Time in this life
O
Life God gives all
S
All He loves true
T
True forever
B
Forever Love
E
Love, Hope, Faith, Peace
A
Peace can give too
U
Too when we pray
T
Pray to the Lord
I
Lord with all heart
F
Heart, soul for all
U
All God so love
L
Loves greatest gift.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
August.04.2017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's Notes:
The "Linked" is a poetry form or style created in 2008, by Erich J. Goller.
The Twisted Double Strands of Life:
The Double Helix Deoxyribonucleic Acid;
Protein Strands
DNA, blue prints, this of high complexity.
These are none alike, and none similar.
Sample diversification are dogs, birds, cats.
Yet, the most spectacular creation is we.
Wondrously and fearfully created.
We have the potential to rule over this creation.
A golden pen; stronger than deadly arms.
Inscribed truth that is bonded on black and on white.
God given gifts with profound insight.
Many are called, few are chosen, as once said.
For those who have answered the call.
If we truly ponder inward and upward and forward.
Then look to see, “that most humblest is Greatest.”