Best Suspends Poems
Come, watch with me my darling child, before you go to bed
Here, hold my hand, while evening comes and takes the day away
Evening shadows tiptoe to what the sun has said
And now it's time to listen to what the moon will say
Here, hold my hand, while evening comes and takes the day away
We'll watch the sun dip gently, in the cooling twilight air
And now it's time to listen to what the moon will say
All the daytime weary creatures, have gone to nest and lair
We'll watch the sun dip gently in the cooling twilight air
Let's be witness to the fire that burns in evening's sky
All the daytime weary creatures, have gone to nest and lair
While twilight paints it's crimson colors on a canvas vast and wide
Let's be witness to the fire that burns in evening's sky
Time suspends as if one moment, in this fragile hush of time
While twilight paints it's crimson colors on a canvas vast and wide
And then we'll see the faintest trace of stars begin to climb
Time suspends as if one moment, in this fragile hush of time
So gently, watch the dark erase the last of fading light
And then we'll see the faintest trace of stars begin to climb
Enclosing us within the change, of shadows of the night
So gently, watch the dark erase the last of fading light
Evening shadows tiptoe to what the sun has said
Enclosing us within the change, of shadows of the night
Come, watch with me my darling child, before you go to bed...
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6//26/13
If I were a baby’s breath
I’d be the sigh
that bends the wheat as dawn slips by
a gentle chinook that softly speaks
a river’s pause….. before it breaks
the soulful love itself remakes.
If I were the moment
I'd be the one
star that pierces through the dark
where moons align and two hearts become
a place thoughts dissolve where time suspends
a love too vast for fate to end.
If I were a dream catcher I’d kiss your sleep
with shades of joy too rich to keep
reality more radiant than you'd dare.
and when you wake upon your skin
my breath would rise dew drops within.
If I had an enchanted touch
I’d be the artist
of tides that sculpt the cliffs in full
a warmth that lingers on your breasts
a caress that cradles slow and deep
like roots that drink where my love sleeps.
If I were a sacred covenant
I’d be the mark
that binds your soul where comets arc
not lost to time, nor dimmed by space
but carved in light-faith’s endless place.
forever locked in my loves’ divine celestial lace.
But I am just myself
imperfect true
yes, I am only flesh and bone
no myth no spark no sculpted stone—
but in your arms, I burn, I shine
a zephyrus breath where earth meets sky.
Introspection
suspends in dark blue amnion
as rainwater blooms a reflection pool
an oasis of energy for contemplative embryo;
in stillness I grow.. my pulse a flowing stream of raindrops
my body the rhythm maker
my mind the artiste
in a cocoon a rhythmic womb —
a primal nest gestates my om
b r e a t h i n g i n
b r e a t h i n g o u t
saturation of breath
soaks and stretches my cortex canvas;
within the indigo sphere
I paint a mural
upon my sacred temple walls
a self-portrait
with a benevolent brush dipped in starlight –
I surrender staying and portraying within the lines
uncaged colors roam
beyond my human extremities and Earth’s edge
gouache-plashes of teal and fuchsia
fraternize with fibers of flesh and marrow
conceiving abstracts as airy as sparrow dreams
as I - a mindful explorer flies an inner cosmos
beyond the confines of the canvas white
outside the frames of physicality and reality
to throw open window panes to the unlimited
to banish pains of the limited — free
my meditative spirit making art with the universe
Susan Ashley
September 7, 2022
~ Fifth Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 18
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Brian Strand Premiere Choice
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Photo: The Seer; Laurie Bain Hamilton - owner of primalpainter
"Time doesn't stand still the way our hearts do, when it locks onto a memory and suspends it, holding it, caressing it, gazing deeply into it and sucking at it gently hoping to savor again one last time, the sweetness of a time otherwise gone by and forgotten.
Bittersweet with a slice of heartache is all that comes to be now, when I linger there, amoung the shadows. I often question why I stay so long, why I come back at all, what am I hoping to find? The answer is forsaken and elusive, but no longer persistant, the call that used to be like a siren song is long become an echo, fading delicately like the waves that dissolve against the shoreline.
Love is like a mockery to our senses and the mind tries often to rationalize the ashes of that which can no longer be rekindled.
Stubbornly kept, selfishly hidden, like a treasure all its own, a part of you remains deeply embedded in that which will always be me. Like neglected orphans we continue to dance under the moonbeam of innocence, lost among the tall grasses of an ebony field, our whispers reflecting off the water, our laughter entwinded within the grasp of tallest oaks thick branches, snared for a naked moment, before slipping away & fading amongst the diamond eyes of the never sky....
She smiles faintly as her fingers trace the silver chain that adorns her neck, remembering the memories deep within the chambers of the locket, far deeper than any faded photograph."
The dance commences, I retreat a step
Shattered from archaic engulfing patterns
You cha cha your storm forward in
Swirls of ancient abandonment and as
I skip back another, gasping for sufficient safety from suffocation,
You unfurl your blitz clawing the lioness’ leash
You decipher my terror and it emboldens your raging compulsion
Which suspends our inner children in connected cocoons and yet somehow
We cant reach each other as we intermingle desperately
It makes us stoic, empty and musically atrophied but
At a closer distance, oxygen less and congruently alone
And it sits frog like, stale and poisonous between us and still
The spire flattens and petrifies our reflections powered by a
Stalemate which devours our fragile humanity with a timid jocularity
The Garment District
Overnite
City trucks slowly rumble along the street
Dust
Dirt
DNA
All powerhosed
What's left suspends like your aura
Perfume lingering
Forgiveness falling, gliding almost
unseen
a golden leaf deep in the forest
Resting among fellow leaves
Experienced in changing seasons
Cautious
but not fearful
Cautious
but not fearful
15 Pews
The backward glance the morning cast
Without regret on midnight past
And lives now strewn to what may be
Where once the stars shone bright for thee
Must gather centuries eternal dust
For only darkness, graveyards trust
The whistling wind, her tall tales told
Of demons, dragons, warnings scold
Where earthly altars blessed the few
That knew their place…….the fifteenth pew
When I think of her,
The thoughts thaw away like a falling snow
With my heart so fragile she flies a long way away.
Who is she?
Who is the woman with whom I am obsessed?
She’s like the air that I breathe and caresses me;
Who could she be with a voice that suspends my life?
Her bouquet of perfumes and those faint breathing sounds are my only consolation,
The longest night which I endure is in every night that comes by.
Because of her, I found myself
I closed my eyes and fell in love,
When I think of her,
The thoughts thaw away like a falling snow
With my heart so fragile she flies a long way away.
With her scent,
With her voice
With her breath
And even though I am blind with love,
I can see reason and the path that I lead me on to her.
To her and her only,
Words of love I have to say
When I think of her,
The thoughts thaw away like a falling snow
With my heart so fragile she flies a long way away.
Am I not someone that knows the richest of love?
Am I not someone that opens my heart and ache?
Is she not the richest fountain of love that surrounds me?
Is she not the richest voice that whispers love in my ears?
Is she not the light that comes from the burning sun?
She is the love that I treasure in my heart
Without her, I shall drown in a pool of my tears.
When I think of her,
The thoughts thaw away like a falling snow
With my heart so fragile she flies a long way away.
Beauty all around
As I amble through the meadow
The breeze of daybreak, oh so inviting
Whispering unfathomable secrets
Into my ears. The mist yonder suspends
In the air. A thing of wonder, a light
Passing through a prism
This meadow, akin to a forsaken garden
Punctuated with colorful weeds
Sunflowers and dandelions glow as bright
As fireflies; smiling and blowing kisses
In unison with the morning sun
Autumn woods dazzle with color
Blades of grass bending in the breeze
Ripples on a stream, and they dance
With devil-may-care abandon. As carefree
As aspen leaves moving in the slightest wind
This meadow, alive with creatures of nature. Somewhere...
A grasshopper is leaping to and fro
A butterfly is fluttering every which way
A hummingbird is hovering over a bloomed flower
A bumblebee is bothering a daisy
Birds perched in trees sing
Nature's love songs. A nightingale...
drips honey into my ears! Fallen leaves sigh
Birds seize the turquoise blue morning sky
Could this be nature at it's best?
Beauty all around
As I amble through the meadow
Shhh.... Let us listen to the sun go down........
Here, take my hand, don't say a word,
as the day says one last farewell
Evening shadows softly dwell, as purple fades to gray
Let us listen, ever closely, to what the moon will say
Hold my hand, and come with me
It will take your breath away
We can watch the sun kneel slowly, as if in evening prayer
The flowers folding petals, and birds tuck heads beneath their wings
The daytime weary creatures, have gone to nest and lair
While twilight paints it's canvas wide with brilliant crimson flair
Be witness to the fire that grows so vast and wide
Then listen very closely, to what the stars confide
It is all about us slipping, into realms of blissful sleeping
While twilight paints it's canvas, wide and sweeping
Let's be witness to the fire that smolders until it's gone
Time suspends this moment, in a fragile voice of song
We'll see the faintest trace of moon begin to climb
So gently, watch the dark erase the light
Enclosing us within the voice of night
Shh.... let us listen to the weary sun go down........
Listen ever closely, to what the moon will say
Listen, as this day must slip away
Shhhh…….
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People dream of their own heaven
Where happiness dwells and time suspends
No more tears or life barren
Where difference always mends
With nature so calm and beauty surrounds.
In this remote terrain of dreary sand
Distanced from my dream at hand
I dwell in the nostalgic past and moan!
Alas! how can I make you understand
The heaven that is my motherland grown!!!
© Nadiya (20 Jan '15)
*Won 3rd place on 4 Feb 2015 in the contest 'Dizzain Me' by Dr. Ram Mehta
Two crystal clear streams reach into the night
Give misty waves of intrigue to the eyes
Lazily falling from shadowy skies
Then explode in motion enhanced by lights
Suddenly the pool of water takes flight
Swaying and dancing, the droplets they shine
Those syncopated bursts perfectly timed
Sometimes in color, other times in white
That prismatic mist suspends in mid air
Left side then right side it sparkles and plays
Orgasmic excitement with lively tunes
Such exhilaration beyond compare
As quickly as it starts the water lays
Sleeping quietly reflecting the moon
March 2 2016 by Daniel Turner
*Image of Little Boy Fishing by Mutual Art
Cape Cod Boy
A warring feat
expands beneath
petite and huge contends,
a unique line
tugging the brine
taunting as it suspends,
a juvenile
bear naught a smile
a glimpse enigma lends,
too close to shore
new hopes implore
that cod and haddock wends,
true tasty meats
fresh scene unseats
entreaties pleased extends,
aspect well made
fulfilled persuade
the wait, the catch godsends.
I see a beautiful monarch butterfly
Gliding up in the backdrop of sky
Widespread wings caressed softly
By the sun and kissed by the wind
Arresting beauty of the universe
In the fleeting geometric pattern
Suspends me in numb awe
I see the complexity of life dialectics
Moving smoothly from one life form
To the other through reincarnation
Of one being passing through stages
So extremely distinct and separate
So uniquely uniform and wholesome
In one passionate attempt to reach
The perfection of lightness of being
Expressed in the pattern of wings
A tiny egg at the edge of a leaf
Of an orange milkweed hatches
Into a hungry caterpillar that is
Focused on eating and storing
Energy of leaves sun, and wind
Like solar panels equipped with
Tesla batteries absorbing sunrays
And converting them into energy
Of life then hanging itself on a branch
Upside down like crucified Peter
Slowly transforming into green
Magical shell that guards miracle
Of inexplicable transmutation
Happening inside steadfast cocoon
Where a caterpillar’s sleepy form
Mysteriously being transformed
Into a totally new living being
With one primary genetic ring
Holding the secret of life
Around which magical wings
Painted in arresting ornaments
Striking colors of stripes and rings
Butterfly emerges one morning
Out of the shell that she was confined
And flies into the blue open skies
Does it remember any of her past stages
Or each time she starts from the scratch
And sees this world in arresting awe
Over and over again as if she
Has never seen it before
Just like we do every time we are born?
Karnnifa Leaf And Beyond
Karnnifa Leaf lies wrongler to the westermorn of Liquida Barga
Cool brushing blues, calmingly decending corner wedgefords
In delinquinada rolling ragers fire lavala redlings, there a ring begun so hot
Jellying through mystification morphus above the blue
Just-toola eastly of roada low and up from there-abundancies creelowing
Wayla is the daughter quested with amblins and shards vestitures
Found them cutterlin and bleedingly profounder on irony ware there
Wilds on the Barga tramplina, wildest sojournaling and purelificing
When nilda drack and drungeon came upon the groupulence
So many then, Lurchin, far beyonda Karnifa Leaf, lefting red and again
No pestilencers remained wonderlate or crackling crack in waste
Not now or laterlinga dayly dayly on morphus morn
Came Wayla spleedling slashalactic and meandermindering
She takes then the monstrella girla down giagantling higher wire crier spree
Returnabout to Karnnifa Leaf proudoler, prodlinging, no timer grinders we
Popularizationer came awaying with Wayla, and yes!
Rained heavywonder browling soundabouts
And Liquida Barga settlering comfortingly to the lighter sighterscene
Quietler minder, nilda drack, smilling to a crawler, happerstance and crowning
Quarkly firing into skylinger endlings of the Leaf, solar bound
Above Liquida Barga, there Wayla lovingly suspends it
To that end begins