Sip slow a breath
With each rhymed depth
While stillness heaves
And clouds trail by
Till hymn of light
Glows through winged night--
Then let the hush
Meet heart its gush
Oh... new world wakes
On crest of calm
Life’s pour...aplomb
Like froth-dewed balm !
autumn spreads color spectrum
gilded leaves fall from tanned trees
dewed crown on grass mind adores
as nature’s charm - senses please
ready for black belt test
green is the arena
protected by aura
fairy umbrella dewed
like teddy
eddy whorls
but steady
spready tail
winning wed
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It falls with grace.
Metallic bawls hail the strength of zinc roofs.
At the mercy of the thatch,
Drops drip from needle points of skeletal
Palm fronds.
Particles of rain descend on thresholds
Among dewed terrains.
The petrichor befriends the atmosphere,
Caressing limpid warmth with floating cold.
Lightning, a white dancing Anaconda, races with speed,
Filling the tenebrous plains with lights of hope.
Troubled skies ululate through the power of thunder.
I always recline on that liquid voice!
Rainmakers cream their palms
And roast fresh leaves of
Epochal petals
Plucked from somnolent trees.
Bubbles, green and full of life, puke,
Filling up the mouths of burning woods.
Grey darkness suggests the pleasant wars of
May through October,
When distant wayward drops
Trickle before the deafening deluge.
I hail the blandishments of July
For the society of fattened yams and the
Worthy tendrils —festooned confetti of ceremonial
Harvests.
Droughts yawn in vain when the attitude of
Wet seasons befriends the skies,
Yielding fecund grimes that grace the soil.
fresh mango sunrise
pink sun's on the horizon
muted hues brighten
in sleek raven hours
pretty rainbow nudges grass ~
storms and sun contrast
gold mist strokes valleys
of grasshoppers and blue jays
dewed floral displays
midnights of moonlight
and pearl rays touch my shoulder ~
plum time walks slower
"Oh, give me a sunrise, a garden of beautiful flowers, a
symphony of bird songs, and a forest of whispering trees."
Quote by _Constance
Memories shake the ocean of my sleep,
as I set sail into the sunrise of dawn;
I am lost in the hush of dewed flowers,
and a sky of purple and gold fades to gone !
I lay still listening to a bird symphony,
the threads touch my soul and my heart;
morning arrives beautiful and strong,
but, mother why did you have to depart ?
Oh, still in your garden a blue bird sings,
as trees are reflected in a pond you made;
so magical the sky of each veiled sunrise.
these memories part of my dawn parade !
Dear father why did you have to leave me,
now, I find you in speckled drifting dawn clouds;
over years you gave me all you know of the forest.
Now, I walk in dawn's mist with tree-like shrouds.
But, forever the birds will sing your love,
in each sunrise I press you both to my soul;
and with each morning symphony I feel blessed.
though, this heart of mine now has a jagged hole.
it flew
tipping dewed valleys
gleeful melodies to each wandering soul
aloof in an eloquent crescents daring fold
drifting remedies reminiscing
star gazed idyllic desires
twinkling a picturesque uplifting in
pleasant powdered gleaming faith
petals drenched in tapestries
twisting laced lavender scented dreams
stroking desolate pavements
solely on hushed mumbled commands
of a wind carried dimmed lantern
it flew
This old madam bought a big Christmas tree,
size could be problem she did not foresee.
Low level door frame it hit,
on dewed lawn she let it sit.
She dodged mind’s radar while on shopping spree.
Robins seem to enjoy my yard
Awaiting the coolness of dewed mornings
To awaken the wriggling worms
A seasonal offering favored by the feathered ones
Dandelion waiters tend to the color and flavor
Serving up “all natural”, organic, pesticide free offerings
They can vouch for the claim
As they have managed the place for 30 years
A bold red Cardinal sits atop a fence post preaching
A Beyonce’ butted ground hog scurries away
Doves coo from within the safety of the hedges
A house cat stalks them from a windowsill
Buds dance to the music of the wood winds
A sparrow choir sings an opening hymn
As a disinterested hawk rides the updrafts
A chipmunk takes his order to go
SENSE PLEASURE
Red honeyed apples
autumn leaves dewed
****** merge with sun streams
whilst children sleep dear dreams
Bobbing bubble baths
yogurt on hot chilli pie laughs
smell the sour dough
nourishment oh oh oh !
Blue moon paints front stoep
knobbly hand whispers stories
of heritages and future glories
skin ripples aptly rapt
Prancing clean laundry dance
mother’s milk in melting mouth
puppy grovels dirt digging south
sound frequencies simmer smoothly
Von Gogh sunflowers float in
mental notes skipping
Mozart phantom pianos airwaves
come dine alive then to jive
Pleasure finding the lost gazed
glance glimmer with God at no cost
Earth to Heaven find
THE JOYOUS JOURNEYED CONNECTION !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2000
The garden bids me: “sit, relax”
We all, in time, shall bud and bloom
Scent the air with essence of our soul
Slowly wilt as season’s take their toll.
Bask in the touch of spring-times idle kiss
Touch the dawn dewed edges of her breath
Feel the gentle tones of stirring joy
As Spring is more than Winter’s feeble ploy.
Come also ‘neath the moon’s reflective gaze
Share with us the substance of the night
Listen as we sing in cool mist praise
Our quiet hymns between the sunny days.
Sit with us, succumb to blooming’s dream
For gardens are so much more than they seem.
John G. Lawless
©4/15/2023
On yearning wings of dream I fly
on cloud nine to your fold, my sky.
My heart unfurls petals of rose
where I feel your dewed face repose.
In winter darkened meadow of mine
I seek a slice of your sunshine.
_________________
May 10, 2022
Contest : Bite Size Poem No. 43
Sponsored by : Line Gauthier
The Little Ballerina
At the same old corner, at the same old crossing,
was a large white mansion with a girl’s spirit roaming.
Wearing heavy damp shoes and dewed bits of cloth,
a man enters, making little of the little ballerina’s wrath.
Wiping off the caked mud on his shoe,
as he climbed up the stairs of Italian marble,
with his top tilted to see the dresser move,
a hand gripped his hip, thrashing him down.
A horrible face that occurred before him,
smiled showing its sharpened pearls.
With fright flowing down his spine,
the waft of blood made him hurl.
Wiggling away from the heavy grope,
Smuggling down his own breath,
he ran out of the palace,
and pledged to never look at it forth.
Late afternoon walks on balmy summer evenings
Nothing beats peppering raindrops lick licking my skin
Icy droplets pelt down, the size of a pin
Refresh like no other the heat from within
So I walk and walk off the end of the day
Feeling fresher and cooler every step of the way
Clean aromas; damp earth and brick paving paths
Sweet blooming flowers in lush green dewed grass
It’s a feast of the senses, I’m inclined to say
This is by far the best way to complete my day
Sitting a while on the steps by the door
I watch the sun setting, till Sol is no more
The skies darken down to a dim coley black
Luna’s taken front stage; her glittering cloak on her back
She twinkles and shines while I bustle inside
Her beauty forgotten, till thick curtains are brushed to the side
Now lying in bed watching Luna’s soft light
Slumber tugs at my eyes, drifting fantasies take flight
But before I drop into Dreamland
Goodnight … Goodnight
28.10.21
A moonlit night seduces
A spirit makes muses
Moon sings in ecstasy
to ring love fantasy
The dark fades in shadows
A spark lights the meadows
Love fairies float around
Dewed canaries get crowned
2.7.2020
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