A Humorous limerick takes the stage,
reading a limerick at any age.
Your fun words made me blush,
now I have a huge crush.
Take a bow for your words and go backstage.
golden light recedes
a gentle sigh the breeze makes~
nature`s cycle spins
the day`s orb, once fierce
now tells a quieter tale~
mountains a witness
tall trees toss a moan
summer reign reaches its end~
time begins to bend
before amber blush
leaves sing with a buzzing sound~
the sky lends its ears
sunbeams softly fade
cicadas cease their loud tunes~
stillness in the night
birds prepare for flight
warmer climes waiting for them~
summer`s sweet farewell
summer softly close
a string of moments held dear~
memories remain
a final warm breeze
carries scents of sun baked earth~
harvest time at hand
air, once thick with scent
carries cool whispers to space~
a prelude to fall.
I long to ink the sunrise pink
in hues of Dawn's innocent blush.
On the brink of sunlight's first wink,
I long to ink the sunrise pink.
Songbirds are in melodic sync,
trilling as lovely as the thrush.
I long to ink the sunrise pink
in hues of Dawn's innocent blush.
cherry blossoms blush~
the wind steals a first kiss
from swaying branches
conditioned to adhere to a prudish code
when suddenly confronted we shy away
feeling debts to social etiquette are owed
but if winds of passion in heart make us sway
perhaps our subconscious we need to decode
that we stand erect both by night and by day
looking not at objects but their inner light
our tranquil heart pulsating with bliss delight
thoughts arise, tail wags the dog
events in this dream we log
a great game but let thoughts rest
blest by God, in heart’s bliss nest
sounds of silence pervade form
hum of bliss is now the norm
shapes shift on time’s horizon
in staid stillness we wisen
You said something nice to me
and it stuck.
Not in a deep way,
just enough to make me smile
for no reason later.
I don’t even really know you,
and you probably didn’t think twice about it,
but I did.
It caught me off guard.
the way it was said,
like it was easy,
like you meant it.
And I love that it made me blush,
like that never happens to me.
Now you just pop into my head
at random times,
and I don’t even try to stop it.
It’s not anything serious.
I just…
I like it.
Life is a dream, rest in playful jest,
befriend silence, give soul some room,
to be by God’s grace blest, lest
mind-womb becomes our tomb.
Moonlight fades from shadowed night
giving way to dawn's blushing pink glow.
Then, the warmth of sunrise dries the dew
once thirsty leaves have all had their fill.
Morning skies turn a lovely hue of blue
and poets pen lines to fill empty pages.
IRAN AT FIRST BLUSH
CURRENT REGIME SHOULD TRUMP CRUSH
TURN THEM INTO MUSH
A blush of robins,
scour the front lawn.
Says that spring is here,
and winter is gone.
The twinkling stars blush as God winks at his angels
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petals unfurl sixfold
a subtle blush of elegance on winter’s throat
earth's pink gold
dawn licks the bud
honey light pooling, shy lips soaked
flash flood
sky's palm
petals sunstroked
calm
petals unfurl sixfold
honey light pooling, shy lips soaked
calm
Hush the blush dear heart and sail on,
God’s light in heart aflame,
each breath intake onset of dawn,
life seen as but a game.
Unshackled from mind’s tree,
staid silence holds the key,
on how we may be free.
Let love gush ~
Hush the blush
Hush the blush dear and let God steer,
benign bliss burns within,
that sensing His presence draw near,
our heart is cleansed of sin.
Save thus coming undone,
there’s nothing to be done,
for God and we are one.
Relinquish fear
Hush the blush dear
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