Come here please
so all can see
how beautiful, sensual
and irresistible you are to me.
You move very slowly
like a cunning cat,
your fur looks so inviting
but your claws are intact.
Is my chain mail
strong enough to engage,
will I be able to come of age.
We brush by one another,
the scent is hypnotic,
I know now
my armor is just idiotic.
Your claws are erect
they rip through my skin and bones,
I am completely tattered,
battered, and left alone.
I pick myself up
and tend to my wounds,
I was a gallant knight,
but now completely bestrewn.
These gashes I received,
tearing my soul apart,
will never fully heal,
always having a wounded heart.
I will move forward in this state
as most must do,
never fully allowing
one’s passionate dreams
come true.
Assaulted by waves of profanity
high tides of depravity
Bestrewn, shards of urbanity
~ flotsam of humanity
nature thrives on bestrewn oddness.
earth is tame in its fresh safeness.
the same for the rest of the world.
yellow, black, and white are all furled.
The geese there on guavas feed.
Cows may swallow the grass and weed
ripe cornflowers peep from the rows
Whelps and brats on each other's paws
From the loud roar of the flood tide
A swell choir of birds bourns each sighed.
High-pitched sparrows nod while they sing.
As crows with coal-eyes play pied string
calm and cool waters of the bay
clear and blue in the light of day.
but when darkness begins to fall.
it is the root sea's soothing call.
Written: March 30, 2022
I saw the wonders of creation
In the simple straight striation
Of a frangipani flower
But because you were not there,
There was none with whom to share
Its magic and its power
I’ve felt the presence of divinity
In the star bestrewn infinity
Of a deep dark desert night
But because you were not there
I was left alone to bear
The full burden of the sight.
There is so little pleasure
In hoarding, like a treasure
All the measures of our lives
For what life is there in living
Without the gift of giving
Of oneself to one, one loves.
Then I saw in one child’s birth
All the beauty that this Earth
Has ever yet brought forth.
And your being there to bear it
And my being there to share it
Gave the moment all its worth.
© Barry Freeman - November 2004
Tryst edged ... Aurora whisper serendipitous saffrons,
e'er forging balms beamish strands to aerate crown's expanse, whilst bestrewn
lissome mists waltzes amongst errant gasp caught in rapture.
An ephemeral cloudburst evaporates on supine
silhouettes of the gods. Pristine manna with a sigh ... midst hollow
utter, guides dulcet zephyrs to petrichor arousals.
Purged euphoric realm steep in its prismatic solitude
poise, waft chimerical imagery effervescent caprices,
volley afar ... harks labyrinths mellifluous murmur.
Vesper, yon the zenith of Terra, breathe his claim toward
the cosmos, granting resplendent panacea a vestured vault,
... occasions an epiphany as moonglade o'er a lake.
In this wondrous world, we are bound
to the silent realms of our poetic soul
Where white doves flutter and sighing words whisper
as dreams are dreamt with a heart's fervor
of unyielding desire which brightly burns
through the words of poetry
that capture the world's glorious glimmers
which slowly drip upon the page as poems
seeking a night's landscape
of wandering wishes beneath glittering stars
from a memory in fanciful flight
on the wings of perfection
where a sonnet shimmers in stardust bestrewn
as the moon serenaded fades into song
forgetting to rise and light dusky skies
lost in the magic of this intimate dark
as lips of a poet tingle the skin of a lyric
and brush with a breath thoughts soft as a flute
fantasy flies like fireflies from a jar
to drift to the depths of velvet horizons
reveries no longer long to be free
as the muse charms a pulse from the page
It's there in my heart's timeless space
I hear the poems of your soul
3/16/21
Thank You...Dear Friend, Dear Poet
she bathed in moonlight and smelled sweet fragrance
of rising promises where rain had perfumed the night
showered in dreams and magical stellar amazement
her soul cleansed in sprinkles bestrewn in in soft dew
when the dust settled she blew a fine powdered kiss
and shared the blessed moment of unconditional bliss
17th June 2020
Stardust Poetry Contest
Sponsor Nette Onclaud
Lo! Behold the morning with such beauteous delight.
See diaphanous filaments bestrewn with beads of dew,
sparkling their display of every shade of prismatic hue,
exalting the spider’s art, woven throughout the night!
Lo! See the wraiths of mist, slowly rising from the river bed,
whilst apparent rootless reeds, seen on either bank,
stand like ephemeral ghosts! The air though heavy and dank
becomes alive with a myriad of creatures. For the night has fled!
Lo! Hear the clear crystal sounds which bid the new day awaken.
The crowing cock, the raucous cawing crow, the mourning dove,
all borne upon the breeze, which routs reluctant clouds above.
Once again with the breaking dawn perceived, darkness is overtaken!
Lo! Give thanks for the wakening of sleeping souls once more,
for having survived the unknown perils of the past night.
Arising to witness another day graced by Dawn’s early light,
we are aware that the awaiting day invites us to come; explore!
Rhymer. February 19th, 2018
Golden-flecked bliss
of enraptured blown-kiss
stardust bestrewn
beguiling skies
Pleiades’ sequin eyes
shimmer in swoon
in midnight hours
from celestial bowers
lift blest voices
balmy hymns calm
serenity’s sweet psalm
saints’ rejoices
O, motherly
heartfelt heavenly night
lullaby my lustrous twilight
Love - swaddle me
in starlit cocoon’s blue
singing silk songs till dawn’s debut
ambrosial dreams
showered in jasmine streams
angels’ water
immerse in sleep
your virtuous well deep
baptized daughter
melodic sky
divinity’s stars sigh
spiritual
nirvana floats
seraphs’ musical notes
air's lyrical
O, motherly
heartfelt heavenly night
lullaby my lustrous twilight
Light - swaddle me
in starlit cocoon’s blue
singing silk songs till dawn’s debut
Doth thou Parle the night's
Vastidity?
Wouldst be thine haver of thy
Uneyed, thought-sickness strewn umoving
Travels?
Ratherst, it be that, it is thine
trade-fallen quarters; thine debt as
the Militarist is mete by the
Languish bestrewn on thine epochtic mind.
The morrow breaks...
Lo! Behold the morning with such beauteous delight.
See diaphanous filaments bestrewn with beads of dew,
sparkling their display of every shade of prismatic hue,
exalting the spider’s art, woven throughout the night!
Lo! See the wraiths of mist, slowly rising from the river bed,
whilst apparent rootless reeds, seen on either bank,
stand like ephemeral ghosts! The air though heavy and dank
becomes alive with a myriad of creatures. For the night has fled!
Lo! Hear the clear crystal sounds which bid the new day awaken.
The crowing cock, the raucous cawing crow, the mourning dove,
all borne upon the breeze, which routs reluctant clouds above.
Once again with the breaking dawn perceived, darkness is overtaken!
Lo! Give thanks for the wakening of a sleeping souls once more,
for having survived the unknown perils of the past night.
Arising to witness another day graced by Dawn’s early light,
we are aware that the awaiting day invites us to come; explore!
Rhyme. August 23rd, 2016
Ruminating over a golden era gone by and over possessiveness filled me with nostalgia
Ultimate luxury of vying for a car as well as owning a chauffeur driven one was
Sadly for the migrated rulers who ruled over another dynasty across oceans
The massive Ford drove into grandpa's driveway in the early forties
Exactly thirty years later it stood dark, forlorn, inviting rust under the banyan tree
Devoid of its master whose ashes were bestrewn within the old British Raj bungalow
Benign weather peeled off layers of its glossy makeup despite its bare upkeep; our
Undulating frustration as it drank too many gallons; moleskin upholstery on bucketed
Seats laid bare its withered ribs, spouting foul smell in rain and sun; the rolling
Tyres busted for the wheels didn't spin down the familiar roads along the hill; our
Eyes got sore at its lost lustre while we heaved deep sighs at its opulent maintenance
Divine providence intervened to refurbish the vintage for glorious view in the Museum
Contest Judged on June 26, 2016
July 1, 2016
For Broken Wings
Contest: I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada - 1
*Migrated rulers refer to the British rule in India
Beyond yon roof, of sod and thatch
Beyond yon door, of wood and latch
Beyond the reach of man's morals
Beyond yon hedge of thicket Laurels
Dwells a creature in forest veil
Dwells one, that lives, beyond the pale
Dwells, who takes victims with care
Dwells, who with, blank eye does stare
Watch, it does, from beneath the moon
Watch, it does, from shadows bestrewn
Watch, it has intent to bespell
Watch and feel its brace impel
Whilst, I hold, dreams sempiternal
Whilst, I invite, days be final
Whilst, I take last, sweet breath
Whilst, I embrace my lover....Death
Stone Mountain should die today.
Tomorrow would be fine.
But that raft of traitors eulogized, defaced
Would remedy an abuse of time.
The betrayers that love it still
Are awash from the American current.
The tattoo of turncoats on that hill
Long abuse our country's spirit.
Stone Mountain must die fast and sound
By dynamite, acid, or hammer.
That sad rock knows its whole bestrewn
Will solve shame to God that raised it.
It was granite first, bigoted statement second
An emblem of lawless, unresolved Reconstruction.
The stone cries out: Fuel the worst in men?
Release me now, come fast my full destruction.
Dreamer
ONE of my longings is that the stars above,
So bright and far they scarcely shine on love
Were not, out there, so distant from the moon
But trekked across the sky to love bestrewn.
I must not stay withdrawn but wish each day
Unto the darkness, stars would find their way
Onward through heavens submitting to the wind
And motions that one dreamer might pretend.
Never knowing that reality was lacked.
Nor that mere fantasy seems to be fact.
No one can make these heartfelt visions clear.
Nor hope relieve the thoughts I still hold near.
Stars, bestow brightly your light to love anew.
Let us, sweetheart, together vows renew.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 12, 2010
Inspired by Poetrysoup member contest: A Romantic Longing !!
Sponsored by: Laura Mckenzie
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