The waves caress your hair with a light veil of foam.
Then the outline of your body appears, beautiful fairy of the oceans.
A breath of wind brushes your skin, the gentle touch of a feather.
In your eyes the sun lays changing reflections of Love.
I sense your steps along this beach. My throat tightens.
The seasons of the heart have a thousand colors meant only for you.
I see your face dancing, it cradles my soul and I hope.
Softness cements feelings — I think of it, I believe in it.
You, little magical firefly, shooting star of destiny,
Your words brought me finely-cut diamonds.
From that tender case, your smile opens a tomorrow for me.
I have fastened my wings to the blue of your sky — Friendship.
A breath of sensitivity fills me, a moment of dream, a gift.
Thanks to you, the days are brighter. Life rises within me.
Tender fairy, I will carry forever these beautiful moments.
When the ocean bathes my steps, a thought will be just for you.
Joël Charvillat
Line of inquiry
“joy, empathy, compassion
on an upward arc
an effervescence eternal
causes bliss ignition to start”
Love warms as a cozy fire,
with dancing flames that mesmerize-
evoking heartfelt thoughts to rise
Love grows as a blooming plant
with stems that reach out to the light-
uplifting all within its sight
Love glows as a sunlit ray
that brightens all touched by its glow-
and fading clouds that hide below
Love swirls as a boundless brook
rolling around each stone and curve-
endlessly on its path to serve
Love soothes gently as rippling waves
that kiss the sand beneath the sun-
sparked by the moon when day is done
Love bathes in hope every day
presents fresh ways for it to dwell-
in soul and heart to heal them well
Love survives the upward climb
to reach that prized spiritual goal-
when paths of soul and heart are whole
Life cements the gift of love
received and shown in many ways-
a gift of God, a gift we praise
what we call synchronicity
is simply our heart’s pure intent
prayer from the lens of oneness
emotes of love granted consent
likewise when epiphanies dawn
and in unknowingness we rest
wisdom downloads in slow motion
lightening the load on our chest
these musings that have arisen
cements the trust we have in God
when poised erect as living light
our transmutation leaves us awed
Ripping the sky with His finger
Anointing winds to carry clouds
Inviting blue bird as singer
Neon songs carry on so proud
Blessed to see the rainbow
Only as a sign of His grace
Wonderful Counselor we know
Signs of His love cements faith
As the scene is set, as is, cements the context,
to what is, and to what can become.
As the sun sinks beneath the horizon,
the shadows stretch, dragging out to memories.
As water laps at the stones,
the past returns in ripples recast, reflected back.
As night draws a veil over the valley,
the silence deepens in its intensity, heavy with unsaid things.
As the candle burns down to the wick's end,
hope curls up in swirls of smoke,
distilled to hold the embers without trembling.
As dawn lights up an empty room,
each beam whispers courage into corners lurking with fear.
As the church bells toll at midnight,
time pauses between now and then, to catch a breath, impending.
As is, the moon face is pocked with craters, yet the tides still yield its tug and pull.
As is - take me as I am - medium-rare, truthful, honest.
As is - I'm half-awake, half-lit, yearning, and still learning what you want.
A HONKY TONK WOMAN named ANGIE
heads out to our bar every night.
And those WILD HORSES with hombres
show up to get drunk or to fight.
Bar's sign, “RUBY TUESDAY” is red;
behind, though, they did PAINT IT BLACK.
Some sit down to start TUMBLIN DICE;
ROLLING STONES stop by for cognac.
Now, Angie and I hit it off;
Her sweet, gentle ways stole my heart.
YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT.
But kindness cements a good start.
Too soon, it got UNDER MY THUMB!
A huge fight began, as I said.
This bar gets its share of mean thugs!
I grabbed Angie's hand, and we fled!
"Being alone with Spirit lifts souls with gifts of joy for hearts and light for eyes." Poet
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Whether I am embracing joy or buried in strife,
Your presence has been clear to me all of my life.
Through all years, I have sought to feel You even more
so truth continuously cements firmer within my core.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless
Whenever I need and seek precious time alone with You,
I close my eyes so all of the world leaves my view.
Focusing on a tiny white spot grows an ethereal light.
I see and feel vibrations pulsed exquisitely bright.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless
Within my chest palpitates a genuine, stupendous high
unlike any intoxication to be felt on earth's side of sky.
It is no longer air that I breathe, but Your glory I inhale.
You lovingly wrap me serene in glimpses of divine detail.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless
Morose and shallow malaise is born
and cements within us loneliness laid down low
seek for safety amidst the woe
I assure you that you'll find; everything--
and everything will always be alright!
In those darkest of nights
Take rest in somber lullaby
for you will surely find the light
a gift of sight for those lifeless eyes
All that's mad and diseased is but rainy day
tambourines pining for a cure; this ceaseless apathy
and the oceans of darkened grandeur
pave the way for the beautiful expanding
of understanding; the full breadth of which
pales beside the burning fires of the sun.
Within the darkness of your mind
a spark is loosed and set in motion
should you so choose to see, and not to shun
the unfolding of your scars
will be all that rightly delivers unto you
Joy, Warmth, and Love
Burning brighter than a thousand suns
It's warmth lifting you to places far
and far away from that morose, shallow, and empty start
When you find that light; I propose to you
that you open wide and let inside
the spark that spawns such burning vivid sight
let it destroy the pain and deliver you
from that dark and eternal night.
People
to buy a house,
To build a safe house
on the cements
on the roofs of other houses
to own a sweet home
To cross the border,
over the barbed-wire fence
To get house
No one lives in
To be a gray bull
to cross the boundary,
follows him from afar
Groans of the horned black cows,
follow him in the distance
but the bull feels
contrary to his own brightening,
fading night grows darker and darker
He can't even see
a dot ahead of himself.
Slipped into the fine pitfalls.
Seizing each moment to be kind,
Listen, empathy employ, hear her words,
Appreciate small yet enormous signs,
Respond yet not overwhelm,
Cements our being valentines!
Just hearing her breathing,
Comforts, loneliness resigns,
Kindly searching deeds, acting wisely,
With Hashem’s aid yields love genuine!
Receive ruminations, attend expressions,
Kindles cupid, life as a couple sublime,
Despite turbulent exceptions we eschew,
Renew kindly favor time after time,
Sensitive antennae align the benign,
Middos Tov, being a Mensch,
Grow a good eye that culls the fine,
Delving with heart into her druthers is song,
To courage not chicken out align,
Surrender poetry not “Poultry in Motion!”
Every now and then
The cold blooded floor cements her dream.
Every now and then
She wakes up to the livid voice of her baby sinking into cupid rain.
The mercury of things on her chest is open as the cloud
Every now and then
She thinks of the diary of a teenage mother with baby sitter.
All these rotten times
She found no triangle in love.
All these rotten times
She saw no handwriting of her soldier on military wall.
Only the rose on his grave had kissed her thousand times in hazy vision.
Sometimes it seems as if the cloud over her head is drinking beer.
How will she find love in these rotten times.
Every now and then
She smiles at vegetative hands in the house of commerce.
I see a little love dripping out of her baby's feeding bottle.
I see a church of diapers becoming rare.
She's just 15 and mama is just a little girl.
*Image of Floor Mat by Etsy.
Aloha also is Goodbye
How do, You do,
(Obama, who?)
Honolulu,
"Gathers," the pro-left best
they stick like cements,
Issues: starved mass,
overcrowdedness;
their gilded penthouse nests
o'er the homeless tents.
2022 August 25
The anger of the male is a pale truth
The purpose of the male is a broad spectrum
Yet he has abandoned the cure for self-actualization!
The male's anger is deeply concealed
Often it is linked to his past or some event and
This cements a layer of anger that remains long with the male!
Too many males are angry
A lot of males did not get love from their father
Men today don’t know their purpose!
Their anger comes out in frustration and
Some men carry their anger quietly
Until they explode and do something drastic!
A lot of men have concealed fear
Because they don’t know what it is to be a man
Hence, domestic violence comes from resentment
So many males transfer what they feel to other people!
This is a dilemma the male faces and
In the end, the male abandons the spheres of society!
The anger of the male is a pale truth
The purpose of the male is a broad spectrum
Yet he has abandoned the cure for self-actualization!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Poets comes from places
where the bridges
are made of memories,
and the words come out
to rain elsewhere ...
In this place the angels in
rainbow dresses, are
slices of heaven ...
In this place, in the kingdom
called poetry ... silence
of words dissolves
any anguish, and emulates
all joyfulness ... and all
days fresh poetry made
of dreams and memories
appears ...
and the poet of that land
collects and with them
cements his
life...!
Miss the pleasure of that warm hug,
When together were locked in arms,
Chest against chest in a love tug,
one heart to another heart warms!
Miss those flowery soft kisses,
that delight of the touch of skin
Holding of hands, dreamy wishes,
and dancing with you chin to chin.
Miss romantic candle dinner,
near our favourite beech resort,
cuddling near fire in winter,
near cool fountain when summer’s hot!
Miss all of those lovely moments,
but dear love please don’t lose your heart,
isolation strongly cements,
distance can not keep us apart!
Isolation Philosophy poetry contest
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
Written 30/07/2020
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