Smiles of a bright moon
in the middle of the night,
one butterfly is in tune
fluttering into her shiny light.
An admiring moon watches
to an unique performance,
the butterfly shows her dances,
they both are in a conformance.
They met together one night,
they were happy for a second,
It was love at first sight,
nothing to be questioned.
Up there she smiles happily,
she won't be resigned,
she wants to live her fantasy.
A second to be remembered
is worth years to be unhappy.
Stirrings of pleasure,everywhere...
perceptions of imagination
outlined,a coloured conformance
dissolve overtones into a form of words.
HAZELS in WINTER
While Winter yet prevails scarce changing state
With sun a slanted elevation gleam
Across the land the trees in patience wait
Their preparation moves in ways unseen
Yet Hazel with a prescience made fair
Decks boughs with pendant baubles: pale green bling
Like jewels of nature dangling in cool air
Precursors to full verdancy of Spring
Thus each and every species in its way
Enhances with diversity our world
Should wishes for equality hold sway
Conformance would repress, with freedom furled
While more of same will jade the richest yearning
Disparity will keep desire still burning
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AFTER S.H.P
———————-
Do not love me as I am corona
Traveling through space to break your persona
I have left on your face a ditch from your tears
Now, all your brethren wear dresses of fears
Paris I raped, she’s no more romantic
Her heart now is frozen like water from the arctic
I’ve caused men to scream beyond the pacific
Oh! Africa see, I have invaded the Atlantic
Dark scary screams, My style of romance
To prevent me, you’ll need conformance
Bend on your knees and look up above
At the saving master who once came like a dove
Do not love me as I am corona
Traveling through space to break your persona
a constanza
Is God’s viewpoint misunderstood?
Sodom burned in His discontent
for conduct our courts give assent.
Though some fault rests with Hollywood,
most immoral misbehavior,
living proof, man needs a Savior.
Like Mother Eve, man has withstood
conformance to a righteous way
choosing to yield as Satan's prey.
The Creator of all things good
shaped gender with no compunction,
procreation, its core function.
Our God knew as only He could
the all-pervasive attraction
of sexual interaction.
For sure He saw sin’s likelihood,
prostitution and abortion,
and all kinds of sex-distortion.
By sheer grace, God forgives deadwood.
Jesus died; He’s our Salvation,
redemption from hell’s damnation.
Is God's viewpoint misunderstood?
Though some fault rests with Hollywood,
Like Mother Eve, man has withstood
the Creator of all things good.
Our God knew as only He could,
for sure He saw sin’s likelihood.
By sheer grace, God forgives deadwood.
written 2 July 2018
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Gondola Found Floating on a Village Green
Before play was performed had a rehearsal
With artists who did have a wide dispersal
Of talent that in show was highly required
So each of them had to be quickly hired.
Scenery needed to have props here and there
And after a while they soon were well aware
After checking things out and further review
What they now needed was a production crew.
Vacant performer positions needed to be filled
And the show itself was required to be billed
In theater for tremendous theatrical performance
Also to rules and regulations total conformance.
Once completed all of this had soon set the stage
For history to try and flip another complete page
Setting standards to be followed as well as seen
Show name was Gondola Floating on Village Green.
James Thomas Horn
Constructive criticism,
A term oft misused.
In enhancing another's,
Daily performance.
Be politically correct,
and leave less abused.
Positive feedback,
Encourages conformance.
I aspire for a flight of magnificence
though the words at times reek of innocence.
Yet striving to create a renaissance
in form which will not require penitence.
I boast of overcoming pestilence
in manipulating verbal reticence
to overcome loathing of quiescence,
which in a sense is the essence
of any poem of mental brilliance.
Aspiring to poems that soar in evanescence,
a luminescence of fluorescence in abundance.
The presence of acquiescence a deterrence
to obsolescence of obeisance in appearance.
The absence of pseudo credence and conformance
to the quintessence of acceptance of senescence,
in poetry, assures defiance of decadence,
and a deterrence of annoyance in articulence.
Yet the arrogance of old heads holds coalescence,
the decidence of some form’s discontinuance.
The annoyance and inconvenience of their defiance,
keeps their belligerence in convalescence.
Their exaserbescence akin to adolescence
in nature, they think obstinance is a virtuence.
© Sept 19 2010 Charles Henderson
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