Best Whereon Poems

Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently recline:
Amidst coy Junes radiant beams 
of sweet benign!
All was stilled, all was hushed,
Save vast reed beds sided by the
Shallow hills...

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Gazing toward the horizon, embracing this now setting sun

While as stepping through this threshold, to find myself

Once more mesmerized by these thoughts of her portrait

Born, inside such cupids eyes of love

A feeling somewhat familiar begins to arise, deep inside, this soul of my very soul

Something...

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The beloved Queen of Hearts was a merry queen, who'd ever loved to bake;
Like confetti midnight stars, sparkling; or the yellow, noon sun, wide awake.

She baked myriad varieties of cookies, and delicious pies of different kinds;
And also scrumptious cakes, so divine. Like pure gold, tinted...

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*                                  my peace will be found
      ...

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I've been musing lately about things that really make a home complete.
One thing for sure - a happy home is one with laughter and love replete!
'Twill be a place with affectionate parents who dearly love each other,
And blessed by a couple of kids - a...

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Affection's eyes beseech one glimpse of thee,
To dream upon at midnight's slumbering
Forbid, O' God, as woeful absence grows
Whereon thy summer's sleep comes plagued of snow 

Doth thou hear thy name in restless night?
Alas, please heed the song, devotion's call
While kindled passion glows within mine heart
In...

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Lord of my life is Christ* whereon my faith does stand
My loud praises for Him are worshipfully grand
As they laud His greatness along graciousness’ brand,    
To my promised land journey through His guiding hand…
Now, I tread on service lane midst divine demand
Vanquishing...

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I
Anchored on a sun filtered shore 
Upon rocks which lay the days of yore 
In swirling pristine aquas of alluring calm 
Let it serenade heal my bruised palm

To chronicle tales of my hearts longings 
And memoirs of my gradual bondings 
To enthral my thoughts in...

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Fervently rosy, with an ancient glow,
But never any starlight from our sun;
It's glad rays in pure radiance flow,
Like molten gold, or as sugar spun!

Be it sunset red, or our vital light,
This golden traveler in black space;
Wherever it goes, it pierces night-
In the madly vivid, celestial...

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What do you see when you see trees?
My eyes travel each trunk and branch.
With feathered leaves in blowing breeze
till the chipper comes with a cranch! 

	Your details shine with luminescence -
	I eschew detail for the essence.
	In trees, I just see nature's grace -  
'	Tis...

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What do you see when you see trees?
My eyes travel each trunk and branch.
With feathered leaves in blowing breeze
till the chipper comes with a cranch! 

	Your details shine with luminescence -
	I eschew detail for the essence.
	In trees, I just see nature's grace -  
'	Tis...

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Beneath thy eyes lay a sweet loving soul;
To it, the weak and strong of hearts attract;
A queen thou art seeking not finest gold,
But for gold hearts thou seem to stage an act.

Whereon thy lips, strawberry sweets reside,
That weary thoughts, its taste might all dismiss;
For days...

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I know of a river of more than average 
Sorts...
Meandering, when not dallying to maunder,
Between many differing contours 
And unruly contorts;
Where a privileged youth once
Happily sought -
Pursuing about his passions
In the traditional methods 
By which his better elders
Did most insist he was thereby taught.
Reinforced throughout...

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The month of perfection has come for the sons and daughters of zion to possess their possession,
with the understanding that September is a month like no other month to remember in the history of histories for those who believe in the word of the lord.
The...

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Upon the leaves laid road, make sure we’ve passed,
And we’ve, with no trail imprinted behind
I wonder how long since ‘twas beheld last?
That barren road’s deserted by its kind.
A leaf so torn reaches beyond its way
When we’re only destined a half worn day, 
And destined might...

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