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As afternoon fades
and the shadows grow longer
daylight turns to dusk
As daytime slowly comes to end,
and twilight spreads across the sky;
the stars in heavens thus ascend.
As daytime slowly comes to end,
the birds in trees the night to spend,
for in the darkness do not fly;
as daytime slowly comes to end,
and twilight spreads across the sky.
After the sun sets
and darkness blankets the land
lovers start to play
Please kiss me when the sun has set,
and darkness overtakes the land,
and daily chores have all been met.
Please kiss me when the sun has set;
make this a night to ne’er forget;
all night fulfill our love’s demand.
Please kiss me when the sun has set,
and darkness overtakes the land.
As darkness arrives
lovers cling to each other
love the night away
February 22, 2018
Poem of the Day - February 24, 2018
“Close to the western summit there is the dried and frozen carcass of a leopard. No one has explained what the leopard was seeking at that altitude.”
— Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro
Close, but close to what, he asks himself
to God, or to the end of things?
the question looms, an icy wind that stings
western sun belies the deathly chill within his bones
summit slain, an unread book upon the shelf
there is this urge that drives a man,
is hard to grasp and harder to expound -
the constant forward press that leaves each
dried, unquenched, though verdant green surrounds,
and yet, to feel within one’s core, the source just out of reach
frozen by fear of somehow missing out, his
carcass now grows cold, a mind adrift, in search
of times of youth and days of old -
a man possessed will rid these thoughts no sooner than a
leopard sheds his spots
No real concern is given to the
one who comes behind, who likewise seeks -
has he a thought of how his end will be
explained? to whom? they either understand or know not
what lies just ahead beyond this snowy peak
the sadness of the unattended field such sown - the
leopard lives and dies alone, but for the joys of spring
was this Creator’s plan for us? i don’t think so -
seeking, He’s found in places pressed and low,
at heights, without, does but exhaustion bring
that one might scale the highs, seek out, explore -
altitude, we find, a perfect metaphor
waves gently caress
washing ashore sea treasures ~
beach scavenger hunt
a flock of seagulls
swoop and steal beach crustaceans ~
crab delicacy
a warm ocean breeze
wafts of beach roses and brine ~
sweet salty essence
dark ocean water
dance and reflect in moonlight ~
a calming cadence
the magical ocean beach ~
hidden beauty within reach
5/10/23
Contest: Haiku Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joanna Daniel
(Syllables checked with howmanysyllables)
nascent
dawn appears
kaleidoscope
of
color
midnight
sighs
leftovers
of
last night
plateful of
unsaid
words,
a
tablecloth
of rapier-sharp
folds
&
fireplace
dying
to be
kept
alive
sensitive
hearts
feel
powerful
in
mundane
rain
pelting
petals
think
of
others
when eating
remember
pigeon
food
when fighting
remember
seeking
peace
paying water-bill
remember
cloud-nursed
when homecoming
remember
homeless
campers
when sleeping
counting stars
remember
sleepless,
roofless
foodless
healthless
hopeless
be a candle
in
dark
snow
mixed
drizzle ...
dust-covered
man
holds
hand
of daughter
dying
slowly
under
slabs
of
concrete
life
illusion
dream
swoon
ecstasy
oblivion
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: February 14, 2023
YOUR SELECTION AGAIN Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
As the gold leaves on the ginkgo fall,
Upon the cold autumn earth.
I think how the winter winds
Sound, as they whip as if in mirth.
Winter is upon us, cold lies ahead.
Can we bear the storms of aging?
I can't help but those dread.
Sometimes I feel like raging.
Dear Lord Jesus, give me strength,
To face and handle each day given.
Help me be the kind of person,
That will be delighted in heaven.
Not just for the reward of gold streets
Nor of the river that flows
And, oh! that tree of life
Food for the body and soul
For the reward of meeting Jesus
And see those Christians gone before.
The awesome sound of the heavenly choir
As they sing original lines, set to a new score.
Oh!! To have love in my heart
A kind of love I have never known before.
To feel a part of a group of people,
Whose love does not keep score.
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In winter’s grasp, an aging woman stands
Emerald eyes like jewels gleam
Slightly touched by the passing of time
But a lifetime etched 'pon her wrinkled hands.
Her pressured youth has long passed
Yet grace and compassion are retained
Wisdom gained through joys and tears
Reflected in those eyes pine-green untamed
Shamrock eyes, deep stories they hold
Many sheltered secrets remain
Tales of love and loss will forever bind
Her heart to truth that is tamed
Behind those eyes, a universe unfolds
A journey filled with triumph, joy and fears
Like ancient trees, their roots forever hold
Essence of her dreams throughout the years
I k i s s
the lips
of
midnight
& sigh a
verse
of your heat...
how must
I hold myself
from
f
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l
i
n
g
your dusk
with warm wet words
as this quill
quickens
to tongue-tease,
twist it
deep into your
throbbing heart
longing,
craving,
aching,
for I want every
part of your metaphor
in my mouth
~ to be mine ~
Inking me
softly but firmly
until dawn
learns to release
its
gold
in
honeyed hues...
. Family Gathers
. friends arrive
. flowers fade
. voices soften
. hands reach
. fingers touch
. tears glisten
. eyes meet
. breaths ebb
. lips tremble
. breathing slows
. LAST BREATH
. stillness settles
. silence listens
. ripples widen
. faces paused
. sunlight softens
. memories re-surface
. half-smiles through tears
. grief embraced
. thankful we're here
. coming together
. Love Remains
But, what if the sun, too, needs a savior?
Like an eternal gem that beams
upon dreary dawns set upon her,
draining every heavy lampshade
of stars within spheres.
A savior eternal, dawns on heavy stars…
~ Inspired by the poem "Sun too needs a savior" posted: 8/22/2023
List of best twenty comments writers, in the last three years in PS!
Monoku poem.
Best active comments writers in PS, in the last three years, based on my personal reading, in aliphatic order are:
Andrea Dietrich.
Arthur Vaso.
Beryl Edmonds.
Brandy Nicole.
Daniel Henry Rodgers.
Darlene De Beaulieu.
Hiya Sharma.
I Am Anaya.
Ink Empress.
Jan Allison.
Joanna Daniel.
Karen Jones.
Kim Rodrigues.
Nette Onclaud.
Paige Hind.
Paula Goldsmith.
Sotto Poet.
Tania Kitchin.
Tom Cunningham.
Valsa George.
a seed I am, my silky hair loose without band.
a voyager on a hammock of wind-
drifting up and down with no compass to direct.
the sky warmly greets, nothing to obstruct.
I carry no heavy burden or luggage
if I plunge on land, I will manage,
to tether my roots deep down,
into soil to be reborn a thistledown.
Reindeer wait
by the pane
I see shapes
A present!
Santa thinks
I’m asleep
Smells like mum
lent Santa
her perfume... ?
If I was your smartphone
You would talk to me for hours
If I was your smartphone
You would hold me and make sure I was safe
If I was your smartphone
You would keep me close and check on me often
If I was your smartphone
You would trust me and ask me for help
If I was your smartphone
You would rely on and be grateful for me
If I was your smartphone
You would be excited when I sought your attention
If I was your smartphone
You would make sure my battery was charged
If I was your smartphone
You would play games with me and think I was fun
If I was your smartphone
You would whisper into my ear and share your secrets
If I was your smartphone
Imagine all the wonderful times we would share
If only
I was your smartphone