The gloom I feel is gone when you are here
My life takes on the blush of virgin bride
I bloom in love the moment you are near
And strife cannot oppress when by your side
A glory fills the chambers of my heart
The fragrance of affection permeates
Our story God has written from the start
Its cadence sweet is what He orchestrates
No fear has place in love that heaven gives
No pain can wound so deep love cannot heal
For near to paradise Communion lives
I gain its comfort when your love I feel
Your presence in my life is what I crave
Its essence will preserve me till the grave
Eileen Manassian
PS...this is a double rhyme sonnet which was inspired by Andrea's Entry to a contest.
OBSESSED ABOUT VISUALS
How time grows quiet and immensely spent
When a dab of mixed hues ignite the embers,
That hands dip into oils, a livid intent
As brushes splash the grass and wildflowers
While etching a landscape of trees on bowers,
Contoured forms intoxicate down the spine…
Where words are but mute from a view quite fine.
Shapes become fuller on an easel’s rail,
O birth on canvas fills my soul’s passion
Until resplendent images unveil :
This palette of eyes wet with impression
Comes from life’s need to quench true obsession;
For Art’s desire I cannot leave behind
Enticing new paintings that flame my mind.
~
Contest for Silent One’s Obsession
Double Rhyme Royal 7/23/2017
Checked via howmanysyllables.com
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What mystery has Poesy?
What purpose has its measured art?
Why ask, “To be or not to be?”—
when tragedy assails the heart?
What destiny has the Poet?
What future wonders wait for him?
How best do his verses show it
when other’s light become more dim?
These hidden lines from cryptic Rime
have kept the mysteries that shroud,
that veil for all of arcane time,
and cloak in an enigmatic cloud.
These questions of old, ancient Time
have plagued unwitting, darkened minds:
what won’t be known in double rhyme
will show itself in what Man finds.
When this truth is finally revealed,
the cold ashes of a secret will be
scattered as pollen from a dogwood:
a long breath of elation from me!
No heart filled with folly can appease...
it must love immensely without greed, and one
should try to build it up, if it is to endure!
Fear projects scary visions and frightened,
I admit that silence is caused by me;
it's discordant chords played by a reckless hand:
how awkward is that melody created by me!
When this truth is suddenly revealed to everyone,
no happier smile can be more sublime than this...
and when our hands start touching, it can be a bliss!
Entered in Gautami Phookan's contest,
" Romanticism In Rime Royal Contest"""
Written by Andrew Crisci
(A double Rhyme Royal)
Freedom is not worth the having…if not,
it includes the freedom to make mistakes.
Love the sinner, though not the sinner’s plot.
Give freedom of expression, for soul’s sake,
that persona’s fullness of soul not quake.
In attitudes silence, one finds clear light,
this man’s quest after truth, resounds in spite…
of one’s insistence on not doing right.
Weakness that be unable to forgive,
`Tis an eye for an eye, in righteous sight.
Victory’s violence means hate doth live,
source of war’s scarcity choose not to give.
Victor’s violence, tantamount defeat,
testify depth’s blood on war monger’s feet!
Dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi's
Precept Truths.
In honor of Dr Ram
And Contest: Rhyme Royal
By John Moses Freeman