How fair the cheeks
Of a tiny cherub angel
How serene her disposition
Secrets she dare not tell
How charming her innocence
To love unconditional
How inspiring her destiny
To serve God and impel
How glorious her voice in unison
Singing hymns or praises
How peaceful at prayer time
Knowing she's at my side
How worthy an advocate for peace
And heaven's pride
Cold blue tile is the foundation from which two children build their world.
This airport has seen thousands upon thousands of feet touching its ground,
but their travel-weary weight is erased
as toddlers run, screaming joyfully, over top.
Laughter bubbles from their tiny pink lips,
and I find I can’t help but join in.
Snow-blond hair and a green dino hoodie.
These are the hallmarks of those who herald cheer into the world,
though they’re not yet conscious of anything but their next step forward.
Hold tight to your vibrant visions of castles and ships for as long as you can, little ones.
Your light is precious. May it not be fleeting.
angelic voices
chorale atop ocean waves
fluid harmony
(@Deb's Blog: Bless all here, everyday, every way)
sun sings symphony
rainbow garden is glowing
cherub marks babe’s grave
Grim Reaper Cherub has a feeling of power for sure
She wields her scythe and keeps her deadly mind pure.
We see her on the swing, and we wonder if she will lure.
Others to their death, and if so, is there a cure?
Grim Reaper Cherub enjoys the swing so fine.
Others want to cut in, but she says, “No. This is mine!”
I watch as she draws with her left foot a line.
Cross over that, and you will be full of sad whine!
Grim Reaper Cherub is rapidly circled by others.
Some of them are my aunts, uncles, cousins and brothers.
They are soon joined by great-grandfathers and grandmothers.
Who in their bed that night hide under their shivering covers.
Grim Reaper Cherub is not often seen.
He always appears each year on eve of Halloween.
We see him showing out, his eyes are incredibly green.
An offspring of Frankenstein, but he is not ever mean.
Cupid sat on a soft cloud
Looking around at the crowd
I wish I knew
A love so true
That I need not shoot the two
concentric circles clouds
mushy mists growl
tainted tarred twain
epileptic ensconced spray
rustic rims raved
adapting aura's aid
mystic mood swung
lurching lousy lust
taming torpedic tongue
callous Cherub called
vile veins' gores
dripping damped draws
scrunched syllables smoothened
haggard hierarchy heightened.
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silken mist drooping in gay
epileptic stance serving its grace
trickling drips moistening sans odds
damped earth puking per draws
lofty pressure trudging both
atheistical alliance paddling the boat
tormentous torrent tracing gores
on the wielded waves, sans war
hoisted horizon mending winter's call
stance sequoia sucking spanks
alchemistic breeze bonding lance
ushering the former into tainted trance
calling cherub watched bidings slip
pulled the curtains and went to eat.
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~Note~ Another horror poem.
A little cherub, perched on high,
twanged on her harp all day.
She felt a little lonely,
though "bored" I would not say.
How happily those children play!
she thought as she looked down,
and on the lovely visage
appeared the slightest frown.
Gabriel marked her sorrow
and asked her what was wrong,
and so she had to tell him
for what her heart did long.
She could become a baby
if she would but agree
to lose those fluffy wings of hers
and still a cherub be.
Let me cut this ditty short.
Her wish indeed came true.
So now we call her Bubeleh.
Her beauty may all see.
Stone cherub in a garden
Precious guardian,
of the flowers
How I envy your position
and eternity of hours
To mingle with serenity
To represent such bliss
Oh! I would be a cherub
For the sum of all of this
Suzanne Delaney
1st. Place in Sandy Ivy D's
My Own Little Garden Contest.
Clouds mystifying the blue horizon
Pebbles rocking on the strand
Sea gulls scrutinizing the spectacle...
of the forthcoming cherub
Hither I stand in this forlorn land
Ogling the presence of thine beauty
Thou came to me and groped my heart
as thine words taste better than red wine
as thine breath smells better than roses
I gaped wondrous to the allurement of thine heart
Forsooth, I alack not knowing thou from before
But even if we lived for a centurial
I will not tire of thine smile
I will subsist next to thou…
until the gods annex my soul
Midnight glows from behind pearl- glazed pools,
darkness hides the delight of eyes wide open.
As time floats by in dream-like waves,
sunrise blooms with the wake of morn'.
Scented petals of nature's honey linger;
butterflies perform in perfect harmony.
She always was his trophy
The Perfect Man's match
With manners to perfection
Haute couture and a hat.
All was on schedule
Each day of the week
She knew when to smile
She knew when to speak.
She knew when to lie down
And make a mind's list
As he motioned three times
To fill his passion's wish.
Until one day one younger
Entered his mind
And he abandoned his trophy
All alone, left behind
"I don't want to go home"
Was all that she said
And she wrote down her dreams
To a cherub instead.
The cherub nourished her dreams
And inspired her to care
Smiled upon her with rosy cheeks
And curly hair
In his eyes she found hope
That she never had known
Nevermore would she say
"I don't want to go home".
My little garden cherub...
she inflates my heart
with love and laughter...
she shelters me...
in peace and quiet...
over yonder in the grassy
noel...
she delivers loving smiles...
she sends gifts of rose
and lilac buds...
they're dipped in the mountain
spring to harness the kisses
within...sent from her above
she wraps my love in rainbows...
places forget me knots in my
hair...
she'll be back tomorrow...
with her my poetry I share...
we go off to a quiet place...
where imagination and magic
meet...
my little garden cherub my
imagination within me...