Best Sheathes Poems

Neath shimmered strings of starlight’s breeze, crepuscular in night
on trodden soil he lay with slumbered eyes.
Lashed to oak, his chestnut mare in dream just out of sight
snaps free as lightning flashes; flares the skies.

Bounds to foot with double stride; yet late his capture earns
a feeble...

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Crispy leaves of Autumn 





as autumn sheathes in
red and gold of senescence 
leaves do the talking...



Written Sept 15th, 2016
For contest "leaves talking" by John Lawless...

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Standing before an invisible army, 
The boy stands watching from behind their hidden lines,
Peering into their smiling cheeks and jowls.
Returning the smirking favor, he holds up his electric hands,
Whose dendrites trickle lightning from his metaphysical nerves.
As the air ionizes around his polarized body,
The army becomes...

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Today I sit silently still…love ill
I watch raindrops drip from hanging leaves,
weaved clouds change colours of pink and gray
while a stray drop tumbling finds my fingertips
as if nature’s lips have kissed my skin.
I breathe in to find you just perfectly there
amidst the rare beauty that...

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Why is it, today?
Is it the demons playing games again in the ethereal realms?
Are they yet again trick-or-treating hidden hoof to helm?

The third of your eyes is sighing yet again,
At the inventive sight you hide within,
Calling forth the smokeless fire,
Whose embers summon djinn.

Fancy you and...

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I slip on sapphire's sundress
flowing like cool cotton sky.
Golden stole sheathes bare shoulders
as I glide on hammock clouds.


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, August 29, 2012
for Hammock of Sky in Tanaga Contest (Nette Onclaud)...

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Slowly sneaking through the leaves,
Paw by paw with claws in sheathes.

The lynx is lurking through a cell diploid,
Of whence the light and aether void.

A cat that links the cracks in time and space,
Prowls 'tween worlds with steady pace....

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Pentagon shaped prisons poison their people with lies,
Using planes and petulant pious lies to coerce with fear.
From the ashes of their turmoil rises the phoenix of insurrection,
Choked by meager matters of the trogolodyte mind. 
Sheepish followers squabble in meaningless prattlings,
Vomiting the very fuel which flames...

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When Irish eyes are smiling,
And the gymnast smile extends to curve her petal-red lips,
That's when she'll let her waves fall down with the grace of 
a faerie.

If in a wheat field the sheathes would glow ember's 
orange,
And the stalks rippled hypnotically in the air's current,
Under...

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“Nocturnal silk sheathes the woods,
moon dust laces lattice on lush leaves, 
fireflies flash on the trail of dream”. By Poet


The opaque film of darkness spreads silently
out of the cauldron of infinite emptiness, 
that the sky shapes at the edge of the dwindling dusk,
its condensed vestige...

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The angel Michael fell deep into his despair, 
he shed his wings of light, 
until he was bloodied and bare. 
Broken - he cursed all things, 
hope fled with his belief,
he ripped his weapons from his sheathes, 
and turned them on the world. 
I sat...

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You, he and I; we are not alike 
Human we’re akin to our rights

Fingers are not equal by nature
For using purpose these are fair

Many minds many choices it’s fact
On earth colorful varieties are tact

Variety is beautiful, not discrimination 
We enjoy all as our mind gratification...

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"For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made." - Romans 1:20

The coloured space refracts the Creator's essence
A vision soaked in palettes with threefold lens
RGB,...

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"One More Monchielle Stanza"



This January day
I took a pleasant walk.
It’s sixty-one degrees.
I’m relishing this time
before the brutal freeze.

This January day
from my front porch I hear
young children play outside.
Jack Frost is coming soon.
His breath we can’t abide.

This January day
I’ll fill my shopping list,
for I won’t venture...

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{Three o'clock on a December afternoon,
the sky is opaque as my nature has stood out, the rain drizzles down my windows and I am distinctly reminded how it once drizzled down my back; the lacquers of a reflection of thyself. 
I confiscate and hold back...

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