Dearness Poems | Examples

BRINGING IN A SOFA

 On the floor, off the mat

We all sat, slept & ate

Flooring of mud but broom laid

Cream of cow dung applied.

Life was simple though not smooth

Bit of course with pins and needles

All of it took years of strain &pain

To have a floor of cement paste

Life became a little fine

With no fear for straw/ pine or rain.

 

After long years of earnings and savings

Came a glossy floor of mosaic

Squares of many laid across

Life began to show finesse and patio

With dearness and dare to dream

Aloof came a wind of betterment

Which brought with it a

Reflection of steps of success

A smooth finish of marble floor

Start of prosperity and a sign

Of sapling growing into a plant.

Attaining a growth visibly and not

 Easy adding in an element of luxury

In the marble floor

By

Bringing in a sofa made of velvet

Like a beautiful craving brought out a Rough stone

Hard work ways

Patience pays is what

Life says.

Worth Saving

Never be bewildered 
That my instincts submerged
In the malevolence and
Dearness of the world 
Could have been reinvigorated
By you, saved and renewed
Just like a resurging lep 
When the latter opts out 
I am created of giant solid rocks
Stationary but mutable 
And you the damp feel 
Of winter fur lies
Songs of fresh breeze 
Declines as cascades
And my lyrics being lawns 
Of undulating grass 
Silent chirps and murmurs 
I expected less but asked nothing
That deep undemanding tenderness
I gravely wish to offer a little space
To achieve my dreams in yours.

Love

I hold you in the moment
dearly, firmly pressed to my
heart – though dearness seems
an acquired taste for many, 
expressed purely only by God – 
So, I hold you in the moment, no
thought of personal predilections;
having taken lessons from the one
who made me, endures my many
transgressions. Yes, I love you
as I try to imitate the love
of my creator...love you as my
Father graces me constantly,
nurtures and forgives. Therefore,
it is in the name of Love that I
love, for God has blessed me
with realization of His all abiding 
compassion and ever presence.

Valentine

How beloved you are to me, more than a heart can hold and say,

For what a heart dearly keeps I pray transcends its mortal stay...

So, proclaim what is here on earth, the treasure of dearness continued
we share,

Should follow us eternally – knowing if separated too long, my darling,

Though in heaven I could not bear....

Let Us Pray

Let us pray
with soulful lips
from our hearts
to the Spirit Divine;
Let us pray, and let
peaceful solace us
refine: a thirsty mind
quenched only when 
remorsefully sipped Christ's 
sacrament of sacred wine – 
and the bread dipped in,
for the body, without such
transformation, is a ship
gone astray, on a sea
of corrosive brine – 
let us pray, and let God
sooth our fears, with
shapes of love and
peaceful contours, raptures 
of healing forgiveness – 
let us pray, whereby
with Christ's dearness
more our souls securely 
align, forsaking the
Devil's enticing satyrs – 
restoring blessed light to 
a world desperate with shadows –
let us pray, that we trust only
in our Heavenly Father's
guidance when it comes to
man's earth, and all
Life's Spiritual Matters --

There Was a Time

There was a time, before Hollywood 
fully embraced commercialism – then love 
was yet a part of Paramount; before ratings took complete 
charge of the Industry's heart – changing sincerity and dearness 
to rank commodity – a time when writer's wrote what 
one's heart fondly projected...before editors assumed 
the roll of Gods: preferring the flashy art 
of covers over interior substance – 

A time when a poet sang what his 
heart instinctively felt and embraced, 
unstained by articles of form and alliteration: 
A time when God and His Heaven dwelt
among men – He and His angels interacting freely
and openly with creation, daily breathing 
new Light and joy into earth's blossoming
spirit. A time before Satan's Editors seized
the throne of man's heart – fouling 
his skies and waters 
with Heretical Council.

If I Were To Love

If I were to love (just saying,
for I am old now
and much of the heat dissipated)
but--if, just saying--
that Classic love
of body and soul,
it would be 
with someone like you:
Not the eyes of stars
nor breasts like moons
sweat down of maternity
but the dearness of Christ
and His angels,
such feelings that made Him God
and gave all he raised up 
wings and heavens to soar. 

So, if I love, just saying
indeed I love
just praying
and even more
again vowing
but this time
not till death do us part
but with truer divinity
far exceeding
the learning heart….

Big Wolf

Though green his not to sex without love
The feeling of cheers still as hot
After the brawl a trademark left - his evil laughed

Princesses are quite shy at first
But how could they neglect his touch of dearness
How could they've known that they're catching a pretending caress

He  loves to hear the sound of those dames while they're tickled
Those are music to his ear
He loves to behold the beauty of those ladies while they're naked
Those are art in his eyes

Alas! Their virginity was taken away
Their purest was broken like a glass

To the air their clamor burst
The adjective left to their mouth was a cursed
A cursed for him the BIG BIG WOLF....

6-27-2001 @ 3:20 pm
Mysterious Aries

Underground

love expecting the soft talk
the sultry and hoarse from the whispering voice
a comforting word near the evening-lake
where treetops cast their rest
memories reflects in blue
portraits regain the good times
I offer you the archives of my soul
the images of the past move underground
every life-picture knows dearness
sensitive and felt in the language
a hug and understanding are worth gold
nostalgia mixes with desire

@ Bianca & Gerhard

A Hidden Desire

Every time inside a wind goes on
Feeling your nearness
Kneeling for your dearness
In my nerves it flows on

If you ever think who could it be?
Just look into my eyes dear 
And you could just see

If you ever thought Where could it be?
Won't you feel your Heart
That's where i should be

What if I die desiring you?
And you never could had me a view
What if my story bedded on stones
Without a gaze is always thrown
What if my love held on by hope and faith
Is backed off the life
Until it's final breath

Still endlessly in my nerves
My love flows on
Is in the midst of my Heart 
But never Shows on

O Dearness Cloud

Dearness cloud ~ Tear grained servant to the sky..
Solitude is thy wound.. Condemned to weep....
A tower's leap above flesh.. Too be near ~
The good and stillness ye voice hast fallen..

Mid a dawn's serenade of all purpose....
A lavender scent....From an untold rose...
Whilst unassisted eyelids...Nod to tides...
Where some dream of gold...Whilst others gather..

Neath ye fountain's call for harvest colors.... 
Splendid aside thy natural harbor........
Bearer of streams....Clinging to snow summits..
Awaiting Spring.... And daybreaks thereafter..

There shall be no dusk after dawn in heaven ~
Nor earth...Whilst thee give me drink to endure...

If Only I Could

if only i could ... see
the wind as it soars flawlessly,
echoing off the forgotten faces 
smiles and frowns,
people long past and beyond.

if only i could  ... feel 
the unbridled serenity
of times of peace, not despair ... not  so, 
... I am afraid, for we

have been seduced into passivity, of non-joy,
our new ....        of man, a descent into an abyss 
where man walks tall into death 
and despair on the wings of endless surfaces on our hands and knees.

if only i could ... taste
the sweetness of unbridled elation
as a bird in passioned flight …
with the sun on my back ... a heated

breeze in my face ... of no more
if only i could, if
only i could, if only
i could - i would ... but alas, my time has passed.

the summer of my youth fades with the ticking clock
of memories and soon to be forgotten - trees, flowers, birds galore
no more.
i am in the fall of my times - pensive in thought - but actioned still

passionately in joy. finally i am myself within myself
a smile ...
i am with her, the sweet scent of honey suckled dearness
in my front – still.


© Charles H Keys, 2012.  All Rights Reserved

Time Is the Keeper

My baby girl called,
to see how I was,
her usual routine,
just because.
I immediately knew,
something was wrong,
her voice was different,
absent that merry little song.
She wanted to know,
why do some dads change,
why can't they stay daddies,
and always be the same?
He never calls me,
anymore just to talk,
although he lives,
only a short distance to walk.
He is too wrapped up,
in making a dime,
he's really self centerd,
but to his children, he's blind.
Nothing I could say,
would make the hurt go away,
I told my daughter,
pray.
God opens eyes,
as He touches the heart,
and sometimes He allows us time,
to make a new start.
The dearness of our children,
can't be replaced,
but you must forgive him,
never say hate.
Time is the keeper,
of every mans soul,
one day he will remember,
one day when he is old.

Winds and Wildlife

Creatures

winds and wildlife
giving the evolution time
creatures big and small
are appalled
but are so tall
to evolve and resolve
the call
the lakes and mountains
raise little fountains
spitting out the unknown
thrown to the highest place
the ice lenders
and the pretenders
depend on the mist
the mighty fist hits the grasses
the sun brightly glares
the stormy weather
lost forgotten endeavor
a voyage to where ever
the flowers grin in anticipation
sending us ecliptic messages
lost staircase of farness
captured with dearness
do not fear us
this is just
endomorphic electric
metamorphoses of literature
scriptures and pastures
let alone with one thousend dictators
masters and creators of the universes
                                                           Written tonuhalan/6/4/06/thur.

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