CRYSTAL CLEAR*
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The boat, a gentle wanderer, seems to float on air,
its hull a feather, its wake a sigh.
its purpose is simple—
to float, to wander,
to trace the edges of sky and sea,
where clarity reigns.
I step into the boat gliding through this liquid dream,
where water glistens crystal clear.
I lean over the edge,
fingers trailing in the cool embrace.
The calm depths are alive with secrets,
the fish darting like my thoughts.
I am weightless, floating through my days,
unburdened by the past,
unfettered by the future,
each breath a buoy,
each heartbeat a sail,
catching the wind of now.
In this clarity,
I found my joy,
the simple grace of being,
the beauty of connection,
as I navigate the waters
of my own heart.
And the boat with its soft swaying,
carries me onward,
into the brilliance of today.
I revel in the light, celebrating this simple truth~
Joy is a vessel, and I am the sailor
of my own delight
*This poem was recently published at Writer Monk (titled "Floating Through Clarity, July 2025), as an entry into its weekly Poesy & Poise Contest, a flash poetry contest.
I see through you now, crystal-clear.
In the end I used you - then, you would use me.
I was taken by you when you were taken by me.
I kept taking you as you kept taking me.
You kept taking me as I kept taking you.
You were taken by me when I was taken by you.
I would use you - then, you used me in the end.
Crystal-clear, I see through you now.
How could it happen? Why does it flow? Cancer causing
Chemicals in Aussie water the news now bellows.! It can't
Be just by accident.' Like the plan-demic was' they say..?
I guess it's been added.? Yet W H O; would do such hey?
Another nudge to wake you up.? Well it is if you'll hearken
To me.!! I've told you now for nearly three years you're
The target of some rich old; nazis.! You are singled out
I have no doubt.' Take note..And break yourselfs free.'!
From the ties to an 'old lost europe' show them from now
The fair, brave (free Australia) I know you are destined for'
And are so well suited to be.!!
I love you and your perfect and i love the way you think to be honest your the reason im still permanently awake i love every single word that you say,when im with you i hope the day will never end,but then i wake up and i do it all again,there’s a lot i need too say and i dont know if i can fit all in/in just one day/but if there’s one thing that you need to hear its what im about to say, i love you today and all day tomorrow, and i never want to see you sorrow,
Speak loud and clear with a heart made of steal,baby let me help you heal,can we come to an agreement a sort of deal,let me be close too you let me be honest, because every day im with you i want to last the longest,never let you see me cry cause i only want you too see me as the strongest i only want you near but i really need you here so let me make what im about to say crystal clear i love you and your mine.//end the search cause I’ve already found the love of mine//every night with out you always ends up cold and alone with no one to hold but when your in my sheets my sheets are made of gold.
My crafted pragmatic mind,
multi-facetted crystal clear gem,
shapes my transparent thoughts,
gleamed by soul-seeking acuity rays.
I take life’s pellucid journey
along the misty pathway.
Clear of the cloud of self-doubt,
my diaphanous mind unwavering
stays on the enlightened trajectory.
Out of the abysmal challenging abyss,
I fly on wings of focused vision
in the clear sky of success
Purity perennially preserved,
a dew drop with luster of longing
radiates the lucent beauty sublime.
With the embrace of sensuous emotion
I am defined as the diamond of love,
flashing fervent charm crystal clear.
Crystal-clear drops of sparkling dew
glint, as day greets the rising sun.
And a sky of vergining blue:
affirming that the night is through
injects color where there was none:
for a new day has just begun.
Jewels of early morning mist,
glistening dewdrops soon appear.
And though we're aware they exist,
these gems are easily dismissed.
For clinging to plants, moister kissed,
they tend to quickly disappear.
But where tiny droplets amass,
they glint like shards of liquid glass.
And like the tide that ebbs and flows,
Dawn's breaking light soon comes and goes.
While the dewdrops tickle your toes
when you walk barefoot through the grass.
I never got to meet her, but she left me with inspiration.
Perhaps I will never meet her, but I was impressed.
Inspired enough to give her a face, a poetic place.
Impressed, because I felt the presence of creativity.
She was both open and honest, and clear as crystal.
Her name was Crystal as indicated on the note she left.
Of her sense of taste and value system, there was no doubt.
I quickly learned from her brief note what she was really all about.
She was about renewal and renovation; restoration and resurrection.
She took an old rusty tool box, and gave it a new life and fresh luster.
Having never seen or met her, we were introduced by an 8-worded note.
Life is indeed many a splendid thing, filled with beautiful people and poetry.
On my car's windshield, her note said, "I am indebted to you for $20". Crystal. No, Crystal, it is I, forever indebted to you, for this poem given
birth by you.
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blind man was once asked how he views the world ~ like you vicariously
By David Kavanagh
where wild waters flow you are the salt of my ocean
Farewell, Youthful Days Of Wading In Crystal Clear Streams
Farewell, the coming dawn and its soft, golden glow
born as infant fawn, a peaceful river in flow
or a memory of life beneath crescent moon
Refreshing breeze, shade's breath, simmering in hot June.
Farewell, that dream, a glory yet to be unfurled
Predawn vision of happiness in this sad world
or true essence of love and its power to heal
Lost soul, gifted again the joy a heart can feel.
Farewell, those whispers of new promising delights
found within romantic scenes on cool moonlit nights
or lingering kiss, given within sweetest zeal
infinite treasure once found, none can ever steal.
Farewell, new discoveries of love, its powers.
Farewell, remembered gems, those passionate fine hours.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-10-2020
A new Sonnet, ( Composed as Tribute to poet, Alfred Noyes )
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Looking out from the dark it’s easier to see what’s real and what’s not
Fake smiles false friendships hidden in the light shine grotesquely in the dark
Why do people say “he is in a dark place” like it’s a bad thing
Sometimes I tell people about the voices and they back away
When I realise they don’t have voices I back away
Are their lives so bland they never hear the whisper
So certain of themselves they can’t hear the roar
Do they never hear the shouting the cacophony the clamour of being
Looking out from the dark it’s easier to see what’s real and what’s not
You get left alone when it’s dark
Some days I have a crystal clear vision
Of how things should be in the world
Clear that the world is beautiful and things are meaningful
Even if you are in some dark days
But then the vision blurs and it’s not so clear
Is it right to want for better things
Or should we be tolerant and bear the dark days
Perhaps we need to make the best of things and move on.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Crystal clear "
If I was made of crystal
My rainbow on the wall
Reflections of my insides
there to be seen by all
Would you still judge me
by the color of my skin
Or open up your heart
and let the rainbow in
I keep checking to see if your online....
it's funny how you've just disappeared.
I have the message now; it's crystal clear.
Months have come and gone,
since I last saw you.
What happened to you and me?
I'm just now beginning to see.
Who's at fault, I don't really care.
Because it's you who lost my dear.
My eyes are dry, no more tears,
emotions are gone, no more fears.
I want a genuine person to love me.
Someone who's not afraid to feel.
Months have come and gone,
still no word from you I see.
But it was I who was deceived
and the last words I heard you say,
you didn't want to hurt me.
How can this be....
when you broke my heart into
and burned in my brain images of you.
It's a pain that echoes still,
it's a void that will never be filled
and the image of you burned in my brain.
At times I thought I was insane.
Hoping that you'd call
or care to want to see me at all.
I keep checking to see if your online....
but you have disappeared.
The message is crystal clear.
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