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…a monarch butterfly’s
silently
fast fluttering wings
flickering shadows
breaking
sunbeams…
—
(with inspiration from
Darlene DeBeaulieu’s poem “The Rain”)
(c) sally young eslinger 7/9/2024
Thanks to God ——
Roses and Sunbeams
Her scent wafts alongside her and sinks into my heart;
For I have become fixated, by a desire for her touch.
She was glorious and overpowering, from the very start;
I am hooked and addicted to her love; she is my drug.
She leads me to distraction, for in her I eyes I am lost;
Hopelessly infatuated with her, I see only roses.
She brings me to Heaven and my trust is all it cost;
For she believes in my faithfulness and in her pocket are posies.
Her words are like sunbeams, bringing light to my darkness
And our candlelit romantic nights; shall never be soiled.
She can remember my love and forget any bitterness;
For I am here to cure her heart and our love can never be destroyed.
She is eternally locked, within a memory of happiness;
For she brings me warmth, when all else in the world is cold and black.
I am alive when our hands are together; embrace me my Goddess.
For I am enslaved by your beauty and I shall never fondness lack.
I have no need to speak to her of my lust for her body;
Because she can see clearly how much I love her; I glide.
In her arms I am forever gladdened, by her proximity;
But if she was ever taken from my eyes, I would surely die.
I need her presence beside me, to guide me along;
This story of a life, as of yet unseen by the world.
But inside her I find, I am locked forever, she is our song;
She is a poem, a poetess, a masterpiece…she is my girl.
She is the flick of the last paint stroke, on the Mona Lisa;
She is the full stop at the end of a play by Shakespeare.
She is the last chip off the shoulder, of the Adonis sculpture;
She is the seal to enclose the writings of a scripture of literature.
She is the last second of pregnancy; she is a new born baby.
She is the last, she is unique, she broke the mould; she is reverie.
She is the Gateway to Heaven; she is the perfect lady.
She is Gods day of rest after a week of creating humanity.
She is the last heartbeat of my life and she is love…
She makes me complete…she is the perfect finishing touch.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Relishing a dream of voyage;
though the sky lit by the glory of rays,
my eyes squinted at the ray
fluttering my lashes says,
not now,don't wake me now.
Impeccable sunlight splattering
on to the window
making a tiny purslane buds to grow.
In a fantasy,I say,
not now,don't wake me now.
Beads of morning dew sets humbly
on my pristine pink roses
and haughty dew on the edge of the leaf
filling in a light from the sunbeam.
Be-worried to dispel from cloud-land,I say
not now,don't wake me now.
Am exploring the vault of heaven
loosing myself from within
under the blanket of murky rain.
Then heard a crooning songs buzzing into my ear
wakes me recalling the tangled memories of cheer.
Plunged into a new day with smiling eyes
and with a prayer of good angels of heights.
Written by,
Rekha Antony
Throwback February 2020
Modified to refrain form
Imagination fills our heart with delights
Fairies, leprechauns, dragons, and such,
Doing things with a mere transient hunch
Taking us to see most remarkable sights
We can only experience in wildest dreams,
Real in our childhood, lost as we slowly age
Comes a time we dismiss wizard and sage.
But, I still believe in wishes and sunbeams
I see no harm in wishing on a distant star
Or tossing a coin in a beautiful fountain,
Believing we can climb the highest mountain
Or travel to exotic places calling from afar.
Sunbeams
Like gleaming gold dust floating in still air,
sparkling sunbeams silently stream through bare,
neglected, aging, cracked unpainted walls
that from my childhood, I can so very vividly recall.
In delightful uninhibited childish glee,
I try to grab hold of these lucid illusions persistently.
But these artful dodgers expertly evade my eager grasps,
like frightened fireflies they swiftly glide away from my obvious trap.
For now, that’s okay though,
because in my daydreams I know
that one day when I'm all grown up,
I’ll magically capture them and fill my fairy cup.
Date: 7/27/2014
I love you
most precious jewel
In the first kiss
after absence is to be told
As long
as the stars remain above you
When love kisses
eternity glows
striking the very earth moving
Remains above you
Crowning in your own world
In one moment
splitting hairs in time
Pure is the legend of a vision
promises to dance always
In your shadow
Co write Liam Mc Daid and David Bucknell
Earthly, floral morn
Sunlight's breath expands outward
Angels kiss sunbeams
Stars hide their faces
behind the fluffy white cloud
just an odd twinkle
Moonshine beams dancing
causing flickering shadows
that dance joyously
Sunbeams hit the water
refracting and enhancing
the crystal river
winter's sunbeams flow
through dotted cumulus clouds...
ancient hands revealed
For PD...
sweet song
of dawn drifting
on the winds of summer
butterflies dancing on sunbeams
all day
5/27/17
Buzz buzz purr purr
You think it’s all for you
Rub my ears and scratch my fur
It’s better than a zoo
You think it’s all for you
When I bring in a mouse
It’s better than a zoo
This living in your house
When I bring in mouse
You made me rip your shirt
I’m living in your house
I really was quite hurt
You made me rip your shirt
When you jumped up to shriek
I really was quite hurt
You sounded like a freak
When you jumped up to shriek
My claws hung in your blouse
You sounded like a freak
But I’m not gonna grouse
My claws hung in your blouse
So now it’s on the floor
But I’m not gonna grouse
‘cause really I’m not sore
So now it’s on the floor
Your breasts they are laid bare
I really am not sore
I find like it here
Your breasts they are laid bare
Rub my ears and scratch my fur
I find like it here
Buzz buzz purr purr
Mountain of color
Sunbeams expose thy beauty
Clouds become ablaze
A spindling sun stream on bough's cloak spun
Melange of orange, yellow, red on foliage doth billow
Decadent Umbrella wields fluorescent shield o'er barren
fields
Glinted blades colorful shades heighten
Bright-cherry, Oak leaf gloss doth floss
Purple haze of each Sweet Gum lobe doth tase
Yellow fringes on White Oak fingers waxes with gilding
syringe
Orange Marmalade, Maple stars varnished with tinseling
spade
Blue Beech crusted folds dusted with a brackish rust
(Even Poetry can recall the warm days of summer.)
** In the August Heat **
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August roasts the red pears
Sitting crowded on the sill…Spoiling
With no protection from
The open, lime-tinted curtains
Speckled with tiny violets.
Shimmering sunbeams stream diagonally
Through the room’s air, while outside,
A lost cricket, cornered under a deck step,
Chirps! A repeating string of chirps!
His true place is elsewhere
In the night, by a willing mate. The natural
Balance of his 250-million-year-old species
Is upset — with only the heat sustaining him…
With his chirping! Chirping rondo!
With the promise that she will come.
So, there he crouches. Night…Night will come.
Heat will stay. His summer life yet has time to go.
So he waits. Chirping! His chorus repeats!
She will come. They will touch when meeting
Then flee on to their otherwhere.
The coming night’s course will please.
So he waits…Earnestly chirping!
Feeling the vibrations along his black back,
He waits. In his summoning melody,
He chirps! And, she will come.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 1/2022
Seeping rays of light,
Leaking through the cumulous;
Beaming on the land.