Search for me ~ in morning's empty fields,
within the grounded clouds of the sea,
and drip from beach rose lips
where an insatiable patience waits.
Search for me ~ in cumulous silence.
Daydreams are born, but never grow old
waiting for another afternoon...
when the sun is swallowed by a wish...
Find me...where memories pause
on the shores of...yesterday's tears
I've found a Haven, a hidden space to breathe
Where emotion permeates into a mistral breeze
So lofty are her cumulous clouds of inspired thoughts
Leading all who wander in to explore wondrous walks
Inside, lend an ear to whispers of notes and chords
Plunge into the caldron with the welcoming hordes
Now Chant...Bubble...Bubble...Toil...And Trouble
Stir, fold, blend, mash, whisk the undefined puddle
Then, find the round table where soup feeds solace
Let others feed you. Do not forego this key promise
Most of all, partake wholeheartedly in the collective conscious
Members, all Souls bare, will grace you in satisfying kindness
It was one of those days when the cold
nipped and sliced but the air was so
pure that it's freshness enticed..
It was one of those days with a robin
blue sky and cotton cumulus clouds
that kept drifting on by,
It was one of those days when the earth
kept on spinning and your soul felt such peace
that you couldn't stop grinning..
It was one of those days that morphed into night
and the milky way appeared and Venus shined bright.
It was one of those nights under blankets you heaped,
as nature bid you sweet dreams and you fell deep in sleep..
To Royal Prince George and Royal Princess Charlotte
How to save a Royal etiquette explainable when loyal rumination is not?
In a supplicating interlocking prayer
I witnessed so many times , simplicity
Ode to divinity.
After all those are left, one by one
after asking me, "What we may do, for a room-u?"
I remained silent, as God speaks in hands, often.
We, muslims, supplicate with concave hands, and through yearning
Once the interlocking prayers are accepted we all will go "Home"
Even beyond homeland security
MFA class in PM time, that often in competition with God
Godsay and God say are in "issueroom" for a "room-u" reason.
To troubleshoot you need an origin, method and mannerism that piled up, through all these years, as cumulous clouds clutter and declutter, in a poem, "The stranger", or a magnum "The stranger,"
If I see them ever again, back in my life
I will ask a policeman to have a wishful sleep
so that the acro climbs up the royal Tajweed
The Boldest and True.
And so on...
1-19-2024
Shadows 9-22-23
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Shadows
Living in ethereal shadows of compassion,
In profiles of grace,
Mercy overshadows stumbling stones
Revealed in a lens of benevolent focus
To eclipse blisters of ebony shades
With wispy balms of healing from raining penumbras,
No longer shadow boxing with bruising lacerations.
Shadows of grace pursue cutting eclipses
And wraps golden coronas of clarity
Around impenetrable guilt, treachery and betrayal,
Forgiveness foreshadowed in rising cumulous mists
Chasing cringing palls back into impotent hollows
Creating translucent patterns of favor
In delicate dews of lotus clour.
Ever present living pierced hands of agape,
In crimson shadow’s continual canticles,
Engulfs dark demon wraiths with pure mystery
And with silhouettes of the eternal Eden
Reveals perpetual truth –
No shadow can with withstand
The incense of everlasting grace.
Storm
in the noctilucent ether
above our spinning fire
the mist born drift of open air
weaves a crystal net
ice and vapor reaching
down towards us
as we on this cluttered hill
dig and dig
our stony halos heavy with desire
nimbus pages fold across
the cyan wishing void
our changing history written
in volcanic ash
the fire legend of a future
come to pass
each bright atom a chorus of hope and fear
then the cumulous surrender
thunderous reply
and we're washed in pure simplicity
Goddess of Wisdom
wrap us in
your perfect stratospheric shroud
natures playground gleams against a setting of loveliness
cumulous sky clouds dip low, invading air space of sage bald eagle
buffalo, moose and elk bring silence to the mountains
silver cottonwood trees shrug their shoulders at this glorious canvas
humankind is unwelcome, so they can keep it ethereal
puma patters forth, silently intimidating the rest of the creatures
I sat alone upon the shore
watching ships sailing in the sky
White schooners flying in rapport
I sat alone upon the shore
listening to the ocean's roar
cumulous clouds were drifting by
I sat alone upon the shore
watching ships sailing in the sky
August 20, 2022
Triolet Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Dandelions, babies crying
walking in the woods,
astronomy, philosophy
chickadees and childhood.
Speckled trout, (a technical knock-out)
strawberries red and sweet,
winter, spring, summer, fall
Butterfinger and little "Twinkie" treats.
Dragon flies, questions why
There’s anything at all,
Making mistakes baking cup cakes
Cumulous clouds and rainfall.
Dancing, prancing and romancing
singing by-gone songs,
Christmas giving, loving, living
here at home and gone.
Wishing wells, magic spells
rivers, lakes, seashores,
children growing never knowing
what's in store.
Big parades in sun and shade
wild animals in the park,
ice cold beer and someone near
when comets pass in the dark.
Climbing mountains, drinking fountains
Liars, tricksters, cheats,
Saving grace and holiness
And poetry that speaks.
Dishes, wishes
and a pocketful of dreams,
Timbuctoo, Kalamazoo
New York and New Orleans.
And boats that sail watching whales
reading, writing books,
never-ending always spending
money on good looks.
History, wizardry and mysteries
inside a grain of sand,
life and death like old Macbeth
we may never understand.
Dogged In the pursuit of truth
Science writes text with bone dead words
Worse parched than extra dry vermouth
Oft as tasty as rancid curds.
Keeping terms tight as verbal shields
Description is the task of prose,
The draft horse of the science fields,
That ploughs grounds where ignorance grows.
It plants the seeds of truth in rows
Which may produce some bitter yields.
I seek to learn what is real
But much prefer what I can feel.
The sun, I read, moves in ellipse
Joining earth and moon in eclipse.
Dry equations scribe orbits hips
But lack the power of poets’ lips.
I feel things of meaning to me
In robust words of poetry.
Free of parallax’ precision
Of syzygy and equation.
The sun plunges to nightly swim
Bathing deep in a crimson sea
Fringed by cumulous atoll rim
As starry friends gaze silently
Watching through the dark veil of night
Until sun splashes up the dawn
Raising up night’s curtain to light
As friends fade out without a yawn.
GREAT ESCAPE
Glorious Gibbous Moon glistening proud.
Rambling releasing raising ripples of rays
Enraptured sleepy starry sky in glaze.
Assembled crowd of cotton cumulous cloud.
Trembled Moon: Thunderbolt roaring aloud.
Encompassed enveloping Moon so soon.
Sky shivered as dark clouds strolled in platoon.
Concealed Moon merged in morose morbid mood.
Angry ambient acting rowdy rude.
Push and pull of sudden storm burst to blow
expelled chased clouds protecting Moon aglow.
01/14/20
Third Place
'Great escape' Contest by John Hamilton
by Dawne Zacharias
The approach of rain the smell of moisture in the air. It is a remarkable change with an impending surprise. The smell of ozone begins to drift in, the dark cumulous cloud slowly drops its fullness, and I stand outside when the wind begins to blow, and feel the humidity upon my face, in the last of sunlight's glow. Soon we are engulfed in darkness, the chill on my arms raise to goosebumps and aliven my soul. Nature smiles a renewal. Then by chance, a prisms glow, when the clouds move on for the perfect rainbow, it is another eternal gift for our sense of sight. All are made by God to joy and delight. Windows are opened and together we sit, to joy in the rainfalls sweet sense of bliss. A grilled cheese sandwich a cup of hot tea as we watch droplets fall swirling into the sea.
In the Moment
There was a happening
in the sky last evening
just before sunset
pregnant Cumulous clouds
streaky Cirrus clouds
and even the ones that
look like flying saucers
all there in a thousand
shades of gray with bright
sun beginning to fall
beneath the continental divide
the space between the clouds and
the Rocky Mountains shone
brilliant blue tinged with
golden light at the point
where the sky and peaks
touched in a magical kiss
facing toward the foothills
it was a critical mass moment
set up for a rainbow to
appear on the great plains
behind me and paint the
heavens with color and awe
eyes looked to the eastern
sky with hopeful anticipation
there it was… a double rainbow
each end touching the earth
in perfect arcs
so bright and beautiful that
tears formed in the eyes of
those standing around with
heads tilted upward
smiles opened on each face
as vibrantly alive colors
shone against the gray palette
of clouds and the full spectrum
electric Crayola brilliance made
for a sacred moment of silence
as the earth stood still…
Scramble, ramble, damble, boo.
Amble, gamble, jamble, moo.
I like rhymes that are prancy and good.
The ones that remind me of my childhood.
Bibbity Bobbity Dibbity Doo.
I am in a child-like mind, how about you?
Dr. Seuss and Shel Silverstein have taken over my brain.
I want to be serious, but simply cannot refrain.
The sheer happiness of their marvelous rhyme
Kept my younger self in stitches, much of the time.
Red flower, green bush, cumulous clouds, and sky of azure blue.
It is my attempt at two unusual words. How did I do?
Under the African sun
When loneliness bite’s and red wine doesn’t help
And mowing the lawn makes you feel a little green,
Red faced and hot!
Winter it is not !
A tree with a shower
Cold water gives you power.
The wind has dropped the beetles are humming
Cumulous clouds are forming
A storm is coming !
Finish the potting rake over the soil
Plant the seeds of all your hard toil
Winter is coming the beds lie fallow
But winter seeds only need to be shallow
A few months to come and a beautiful scene
Of Cosmos in bloom under the African sun
Gods peace and tranquillity settles the scene
At the end of the day everything is clean
All in its place and I’m still His Queen
A bride with a veil so pure and white
He’s forgiven my sins and given me light
I’m blessed by His blood
Now let’s call it a night.
By Maxie Macdonlad
Isaiah 61:10
I will rejoice greatly in the LORD, My soul will exult in my God; For He has clothed me with garments of salvation, He has wrapped me with a robe of righteousness, As a bridegroom decks himself with a garland, And as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.
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