The garden is red and white, rows and rows.
Stars are golden amidst a midnight sky.
Ebon roses and gray, somnolent crows.
Shadows of statues pray; angels are nigh.
Disquiet thunder; silhouettes darken.
Lightning momentarily turns scene bright.
Storms might linger; lavish scent of garden.
Chiseled, cherub chins stone-faced, see the light.
Their faces askance with each brightening.
If angels could hide their faces and kneel -
Instead wings hover - under clouds’ twinkling.
The buds - no worse the wear for their ordeal.
Sentient prima donna by blithesome day;
Roses and halos become shadow play.
The lark lulls near my window's brink
How blithesome she flickers and the wink
I long to share with you my morning drink
Nuzzling with you in a rosy bedlinen of mink
When the shaft of light shimmers tall
My long awaited soul begins to crawl
To whom I shall call? -
Come my lovely nymph let's dance in summers rainfall
Blues are those your ocean eyes
I know those aren't the disguise-
As glittering as the fireflies
Even flowers may blossoms to eulogise
Send your thoughts,by the evening breeze
I could hear them from the susurrous trees
Listening to the lulls is still what I do
Soughing trees and lark may lulls to woo
In every thick and thin, you stood with me.
We have, together, made a happy home.
Sleeping and waking in you, I felt glee.
You withstood each seasonal syndrome.
You went through extreme thunder and lightning.
Earthquakes and tsunamis shook your foundations.
Whenever tornados seemed frightening,
You enwrapped me with hope-affirmations.
Bits of compassion existed between us.
You shielded me. I mended you when needed.
There never was, between us, any fuss.
We never left each other's needs unheeded.
I hope you live and thrive for years to come.
May our existence together be blithesome!
Written: November 06, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Karen Jones
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December can be a seraphic break ... not a trek through squalor—
No wheezy winds, no stygian moods ... no suction of sodden days,
Let it simmer with the warmth ... of rapture and rosemary stew.
Let the nimbus sky festoon the trees ... with blithesome skeuomorph snow—
Each flake is a serendipity whisper ... a spark of pure grace,
Let the river rime ripple ... as a rakish scarf on the hills.
Let the roost resound with stories ... sages, and escorts alike—
While the air sizzles with ... mellifluous sigh and a hint of lard,
Let the rugged year resile ... ratified by insight and treacle.
Let the vault of stars above ... be a tailored zenith of light —
A quixotic quilt stitched by ... Siamese dreams and slack-jawed awe,
Let bleak hours resile into ... symbiosis with joy, not scorn.
Allow the standard hush of snow ... to soften the slur of time —
And a slender sickle of hope ... scythes the stench of the past,
Let December be the soul of ... what we almost dared to believe.
Light and airy,
sparkling, bright!
That's the theme
to bring delight!
Sweet and tasty,
luscious too!
Choicest words
that ought to do!
Blithesome, rosy
full of glee
Loveliest
of poetry!
Sun kissed, moon blessed
Heavenly
Every line
an odyssey
Love and romance
Chivalry
Rhythms about
Love's destiny
Playful, dreamy
Whimsy lore
Heart's own quest:
Devote, adore!
Poets, readers
Loved ones, all
Listen to
the muse's call
Follow swiftly,
travel far
Lose yourself
Twirl on a star
Pretty, fancy
Dulcet chimes
You will find
in minstrel's rhymes.
Eileen Manassian
February 21, 2025
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love."
Quote by Sophocles, Greek Poet
I had fallen in perfect love with you.
Found my perfect future soul-mate show through.
I embraced your love and gentle words blew
And experienced a new life; I flew.
My being couldn't favor, but devour you
In blithesome magic scent of sunshine dew.
Love provides poetic inspiration.
To exploits songs in collaboration
Outcome thoroughly blossom vibration
Seductive beauty and exploration.
Hope, faith, love Un-deterioration
Always truly committed relation.
Ignited hearts and song, full depth and length
Passion soaked in each other's warmth and strength.
Quote:
"Xenodochial (pronounced zeena-doh-key-ul) means to be hospitable. Making others feel at home is truly an art. When you can make your friends, family, and even strangers feel as if they truly belong, you are making the world a better place". By Poet
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In a rather distant and uncaring world
There is a virtue that is widely unknown
Friendly, xenodochial, and blithesome Words
A non-parochial warmth is widely shown
Strive to treat strangers with dignity and kindness
And to bless your soul, grant no eyes to blindness
You may glimpse angels—in this river of dryness
No impediments ought to obscure the light
Treasure is always found at unexpected sites
Always be suitable for fresh starts and height
Welcoming pathway lights are faint yet pearled
Bear in mind we harvest whatever we have sown
Don't scold or exhibit just a shred of unkindness
A star shining on you will be soft, mild, and bright
The
imagined force is recast and concentrated into an inorganic
material.
Intentional,
possessing the owner's future with satisfying
charisma.
The
talisman, as some are known to be, is the resulting
changeover.
Better
days lay ahead of the object holders, who will be the subject of good
fortune.
Prehension
of one's life worth and outlook will be exceedingly
awesome.
Blithesome
accesses the favorable
heart.
Impart
the wealth produced, amongst
others.
Effectuators
are doubly loved for that
realization.
Fruition,
when done unnoticeably, is agape
love.
Hereinabove,
the exceptional natures are
emphasized.
Harmonized
beginnings are the effects of the talisman's
aura.
Then my heart with pleasure fills and dances with the daffodils.
—-William Wordsworth
DILLY-DILLY DAFFODILS
Dilly-dilly daffodils in a lady’s tress,
Sailing as she throws off distress.
Blithesome in shades of yellow and blue,
The yellow-buttercups a felicitous crew.
Dancing fair maiden-esprit, free
Of worry, no anxiety, Swinging gloriously —
A merry-go-round, dizzying sashay.
O how these pretty ladies brighten the day.
Dilly-dilly daffodils splashing everywhere,
Xanthous snow-shower of motherly care.
Warms the rainbow of hearts, rocks
Deep-dark dungeon despair into goldy-locks.
Slays the Winter dragon, breath-stifling depress.
Parades open-air confidence and playfulness.
Dilly-O-Delightful daffodils trumpet applaud,
bowing and curtsying — a faerie squad.
Dandelions look on with jealousy, turn white,
blow far, far away, leaving a lantern-light
of palace gardens, star chandeliers, riverdale,
green goblet-meadows, a sunshiny-fairytale.
3/12/2021
*For Caren Krutsinger*
Blithesome Ballerina
The braided, lithe, ten year old ballerina,
Stepped out into her huge, beautiful yard.
Ah~ That delicious scent of a Midwest spring!
Running barefoot on the green, moist, loving
morning shards of grass.
Her delicate, long pink ballet costume,
With pink leather ballet shoes, that so divinely matched.
The golden butterflies flapped their joyous wings,
The chorus of a joyous bird orchestra chirped for her.
The huge floral bushes scented God's most perfect,
Freshest dawn air.
Across decades of time, how she wants to reach back,
To pirorette-dream into her floral yesterdays.
If only...to inhale those delicate bouquets.
And with a graceful, ballet curtsey, to a honor a morning in May!
May 4, 2020
2:30pm PST
~ A Haiku Quartet~
My lover Jacques and I
Totally free on the deck
No space between us
Not a mask in sight
Washing hands gets a big vote
Blithesome in freedom
Close on streets we walk
Laughter is our oxygen
God our daily medicine
Guests welcomed always
No media ghosts allowed
Our joy just abounds
~~~
April 23, 2020
2pm PST
Full length frontal flesh pressed into half-awake spouse.
Smoldering and smelted as one Blue Danube strauss.
The bluebirds twitter a blithesome tune of Wintergray.
Warmth of coffee, sweet pastries and a tulip’d bouquet.
1/11/2020
With a heavy heart I embrace
Willingness to come forth efface
All my many unspoken crimes
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
Beneath the breath of my still tongue
They stay struggling to flit among
Memories of stained sinful deeds.
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
To completely wholeheartedly
Accept your judgment blessedly
For your most infinite mercy
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
With a blithesome bosom rising
Of God's anointing sight I sing
Of place of shelter from the storm.
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
12/27/2019
Poetry Contest: Writing Prompt - Take The Dagger Out
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
You will never see!
The blithesome smile sipping an
infinitely, heavenly taste of French
coffee.
My hands petting ever so softly.
the fur of my mélange colored
angel cat.
My fingers struggling to type, oh
please, some rapturous poetry.
My brown eyes reflecting the stars
and the moon.
My hands foaming lather with bubbly,
effervescent, Greek soap from Crete.
The jasmine body soap, a blessed
Hellenic treat.
That Guava-Mango body wash,
sends me to heaven.
And now to a refreshing sleep,ah!
Just as the clock strikes eleven.
August 12, 2019
A blithesome royalty, sea of roses smile
delicate faces spark in emerald pasture.
Vivid sunny weeds, dandelions fragile...
no one cares, stems of careless rapture.
Petals felled in wanton lawn mowers,
roots still strong in moist warm blaze.
Radiance return, blooming little flowers
with lion's tooth, serrate leaves amaze.
Sulfur glowing yellow, sleeps in moonlight,
opalesque heads, new dream of stars
Wakes up to sun, soft balls fluffed white,
unburdened wings, fly hours after hours.
A pirouette dance of dandelion seeds
in summer sky, holding hands of wind.
Uprooted wafts fly, survive to breed,
uncertain distant lands, hope gets pinned.
Blowing birthday candles, wish of goodbye....
pangs of separation, siblings all forlorn.
They'll never be together, no tears to cry.
Life moves on, another dandelion is born.
Dated 7th April 2019
Line Gauthier's Dandelion Contest
PLACED THIRD IN CONTEST
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