Best Swaddle Poems

Golden-flecked bliss   
of enraptured blown-kiss   
stardust bestrewn   

beguiling skies   
bespangled sequin eyes   
shimmer in swoon   

in midnight hours 
from celestial bowers   
lift blest voices       

balmy...

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Blindly.. 
I beseech you
for my eyes won’t adjust
to this shaded maze of despair -
neither the lantern’s flame 
nor a compass rose can help me now
in disrepair I need to find you 
with fingers outstretched I raise my arms
groping for you like a eyeless babe for...

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Every flower has its own color
With annual observation,
this we springtime discover

Give a womb kernel cede
of acknowledgment
To the spectrum birthright
of each other

We are all one,
tho’ from a different umbilical mother

Notice the bloom of time,
come rain   ...   come sunshine

First eclipse dawn — ...

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A walk in solitude is sometimes best
     to weigh my thoughts in nature's open-air
          and put my heart and soul to needed rest
where only I, with quiet beauty, share.

For then, when inner...

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Ave-Maria hymns lift you in flight
to Heaven’s gate apt angel does ascend
and follows lantern's light predawn of night
on glide of song and blessings she does wend.

On April morn in skies of blue as you
besprinkle crystals from your seraph’s wings,
by mourning noontime snowfall does ensue;
a smoothing...

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You chance upon her
in the far reaches of the backyard
a place you never go
and there she trembles  a tiny tiger in a blurred world 
secreted in shadows below blackthorn shrubs 

faint mews draw you closer
the power of her vulnerability
fills your veins with a pulse...

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Nativity

Twilight in the stable
 Soft rays slant in radiance
Lingering voices and starlight
 Swaddle the eternal light
Serenading the Word
 Who sang them into life

12-29-21
Contest: Bite Size Poem #31
Judge: Line Gauthier...

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The Change



To whisper into her
Into her petals of love
Of that beautiful Rose
I became a humble bee 

To hug and swaddle her 
Of her silky white robes
Of that brilliant moonlight
I became a serene Night

To become part of her
Of her seasons of wonder
Of that magnificent earth
I became...

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fair dandelions
vision swaddle in rain drops
comely butterflies 

3/27/2021
Poetry Contest: Spring Haiku traditional form
  Tania Kitchin...

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Autumn Yawns

Autumn yawns – early darkness stunts her days
Eventide wrapped in golden umber tones
Bands of autumn hues swaddle mellow haze
Sunset sundrops sweet serenades intone.

Twilight dozes ‘neath the harvest’s birthstone
Autumn savors new frost in early dusk
Scarlet scents,  aphrodisiac cologne,
Festoon icy crystals - autumnal musk.

Vesper rondeaus...

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It’s raining leaves and acorns
Contrast of sound
Silent shapes and colors drifting
Meanwhile the nuts
Shelling my roof, my deck, the air

Autumn whispers and flails her arms
No doubt now she’s arrived
She’s arrived in brisk fashion today
She’s armed and dangerous
and beautiful and clamorous,
turning bold and cold
and amorous.

Why do I...

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The rise, like an inhale
breathe slowly, breathe longingly
The fattening of the dough
the tummy expectant, the tummy expanding
Cocooned in its nest
its stretchiness, its pleasant scents
Like an infant in a swaddle
the soothing towel, slightly moist
The rise, like an inhale
breathe slowly, breathe longingly
The ascent complete
lungs exhaustively expanded, waiting...

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Gentle April showers tapped on a rusty tin roof
the four leaf clovers already wet from the morning dew
spring forth little one, to a life brand new

Possibly you can be delivered today peaceful and true
the daises whisper your name saying their “I love you”
the cows need...

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(A dramatised imagination from the Bethlehem Inn - https://vimeo.com/657939760 )


OY! ! 

Who is this, 
will not let me lie and have my rest? 
Must I rouse and don again my robe, 
arrange myself, 
and comb my beard 
to show myself at best. 

Just to tell...

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Silvery Moon drifts through open window.
Baby's bassinet is bathed in evening sky.

Across the open yards, Silvery Moon gifts,
gifts love and devotion to taper the shadows.
A shimmer to shield from darkness
dusting sleepy lids with light like baby powder.

Hold fast to fleeting innocence
and boldness of brilliant shield
as...

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