Hold me in your heart,
when the morning starts to glow,
when the soft winds begin to flow,
between you and me, my sweet beau,
to and fro, and fro, like an echo.
Hold me tight once again,
when our stars drift far apart;
breaking what binds us heart-to-heart,
when we must go far away and depart,
to make amends, back with a fresh start.
Your laugh is like a doubloon,
a gift of gold, a little tune,
turning a drab, rainy afternoon,
into a swooning croon, a balloon,
replaying our much loved honeymoon.
So hold me in your heart,
where the sweetest dreams belong;
where our every word becomes a song;
so true, so deeply, ever so strong,
that nothing can ever ever go wrong.
Hold me like a gleaming star
showing everyone who we are—
true blue lovers, near and far,
softly strumming the one guitar,
singing karaoke, like a mega-star.
Dawn dissolves the ebony face of Night,
diluting darkness right before my eyes.
And coloring the horizon with light;
a soft pink glow; adds a blush to the skies.
Sol rises, like a shiny gold doubloon
out of a sea of crimson and scarlet.
And a delicate gold filigree Moon,
fades in the skies, like a has-been starlet.
Tweeting and serenading the sunrise,
Songbirds welcome the warm rays of the Sun.
And deep within my heart, I do likewise,
for the start of a new day has begun.
And Nature tugs on the strings of my soul:
plucking the chords that leave me feeling whole.
A flaming red moon rolls across the beautiful hills, gently bouncing like a vast balloon reminding us that the harvest is plenty and October will soon shine like a gold doubloon. The Harvest moon arrives, booming softly through the heavens, like the echo of a great bassoon.
The earth replies all night, with a drum,
It is time to give thanks for the things we have, whether its abundant crops or other blessings. It's a time of plenty, of gratitude, of sharing our abundance with those less fortunate.
Listen to the beat of the drum
Some of us set up our Altars to honor the seasons of our lives
some of us bake bread and share peace with one another every chance
we get.
Let us enjoy the Autumn moon together this year,
As twilight's shifting shadows slowly merge,
Dusk extinguishes all lingering light.
And a sky full of twinkling stars crowns Night,
as the blackness of space and time converge.
Indigo skies morph into ebony
while a scarlet sun bleeds on snow-capped rocks.
And though time's tethered to impatient clocks,
it stops; to behold Earth's transcendency.
A curtain of ghostly fog starts to form,
shrouding reality in misty white.
And darkness descends, as eagles take flight,
soaring over the land; Night will transform.
Silence rebuffs the creatures of the dark,
scurrying from the light of a full moon.
And Luna rises like a gold doubloon
above a gnarled old oak; gilding its bark.
It’s odd, but a peach tree first starts with a prune.
To end up on Mars, you will leave from the moon.
A lasting commitment oft starts with a swoon,
And most of your children began with a spoon.
You’ve got to inhale first to make a balloon;
You’ve got to take note before singing a tune.
It’s hard to get tipsy without a saloon.
Before there are butterflies, there’s a cocoon.
You don’t get a pirate without a doubloon.
You start out one way, get transmogrified soon,
But the one who starts crazy still ends up a loon.
Treasure from the sea
Golden doubloon
Sixteenth Century artifact
By ancestors hewn
Earth’s history lays buried
Beneath five oceans
As undersea tremors
Create violent commotions
Freeing from Spanish galleons
Precious metals, gemstones
To greet early beachcombers
History on loan
Memories of bygone ages
Scattered on the sand
Finally kissed by sun again
While in a searcher’s hand
I pursue this morning trek
With Atlantis on my mind
Seeking proof at last
In treasures I might find
When ancient civilizations
Seem to disappear
Comb the beach, you might find
The evidence is here
For like a phoenix rising
New finds appear each day
And I’ll not stop searching
Till doubts I can allay
You look at a sky full of stars
akin to trillions of diamonds.
And watch a gold doubloon moon climb
high amidst a starlit background.
Not a sound, just you, and your thoughts;
as worldly distractions vanish.
And scrutinizing God's handiwork:
your soul finds its humanity.
A sizzling shooting star trails light,
unzipping a curtain of sparks.
And a bat starts scanning for moths,
flapping skin-soft wings at nightfall.
Shifting shadows slowly conjoin,
crushing charcoal gray into black.
And tattooing twilight phantoms:
Dusk, inks day, in colors of Night.
Oh enigma ...
Endless hours of twilight-daubed magic -
Enchanting walks 'side a moon-splattered sea,
Alight with silver doubloon wave-tops that mock the starry vault,
Toes pressed to the cool, pearly-soft hem of sand,
Imparting each other our deepest notions and dearest aims.
Then ... made a joke to your friends,
Grand laughs over drinks.
Oh paradox ...
Countless midday meadows, abounding -
Hazy summer days where tall goldenrod and foxglove
Curtsied the breeze above our bare backsides,
As if in honor of the sublime, tender, soul-sharing love we made
In the sweet, supple grasses that wove our blanket ...
Hot, breathy moans lost to the buzz of honeybees and hoppers.
Then ... made but a farce in passing,
A casual remark twisted for the sake of giggles.
Oh ambiguity ...
All those preciously amazing romantic escapades -
Priceless moments rare and real, that so few ever get to know ...
Made but fodder for your careless ego ... and I your fool.
Worst of all? I would do it ALL ... again.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Polarities And Paradoxes" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
A setting sun inks purple mountain peaks,
painting frescoes on slopes of sullied snow.
And smearing scarlet in blotches and streaks,
its art surpasses Michelangelo.
Shadows scurry to merge with silhouettes,
as acrobatic bats hunt moths in flight.
And when Night gets as quiet as it gets,
ebony extinguishes Dusk's last light.
Crimson and cerise color carmine skies,
as Sol's chariot gilds the edge of Night.
And trillions of stars materialize,
twinkling overhead like jewels of light.
And in the heavens hangs a beaming moon,
light pooling around it, like liquid gold.
For glowing as bright as a gold doubloon,
Luna's face is a wonder to behold.
We sat upon the rocks, my love and I
Atop Mount Cadillac, there by the sea
And as a doubloon sun slid down the sky
I asked her, with my ring, to marry me
Now it was not to her, complete surprise
For we had often talked of marriage, soon
Yet 'tween the Tanzanite to match her eyes
A limpid diamond now shone with the moon
And while I'd worked so hard to fill her needs
To tend our bloom of love and help it grow
That ring so cut my heart, (and still it bleeds)
For back it came with one sharp edge of "no"
Then, as I rose in soundless rage to leave ...
I gave our love and that damned ring ... a heave.
Ten syllables/line, counted at HowManySyllables.com
A medallion moon adorns ebony skies
as it limpid light hangs
like a gleaming gold doubloon
dangling dreamlike
under a chandelier of sparkling stars.
(Verse)
2/7/2017
Sunlit rays gild a filigree Moon;
while intensifying Luna's glow.
And She shimmers, like a gold doubloon;
in a creek, where rippled waters flow.
She adopts a halo over time:
highlighting Her celestial ascent.
And like a Goddess, She starts Her climb;
a starlet in this gala event.
An ebony curtain pierced by stars
ushers in the beauty of the Night.
And a red blush tints the planet Mars;
as Venus reveals Her virgin light.
Birds surrender the night skies to bats
playing hide and seek with skittish moths.
And along with silken welcome mats,
spiders spin intricate tablecloths.
Darkness swallows the remnants of Day,
imposing shadows upon the Night.
And color silently fades away;
amidst the last vestiges of light.
As Dusk absorbs a charcoal hue,
ebony inks the heart of Night.
And an owl bids daylight adieu,
silhouetted, against last light.
We welcome the glow of the moon
on the wings of a turtledove.
And glinting like a gold doubloon,
Luna smiles down upon our love.
Our spirits float above the Earth,
untethered from their mortal perch.
And we realize love's true worth;
lies in the finding, not the search.
We gaze up at a blushing Mars
as our bodies and souls entwine.
And a sky filled with twinkling stars
forms a crown: for my Valentine.
I'm a briny whore
wit' reekin' drawers
me honor ter make yer acquenchance
th' skipper's maid
me port's decayed
one doubloon, yer seafarin' urchin?
Yer scurvy rat
a-crawl wit' gnat
orf seadog scourged wit' rabid
yer cannon's immense
'tis cocked 'n tense
yer cutlass be yearnin' me scabbard
Yer stench o' sewer
me bits'll chew yer
bumps 'n boils 'n rottin' flesh
yer britches singe
yer helm unhinge
ter boot yer hornpipe thump 'n thresh
2013-11-20
Oh Moon, come slumber on my chest of sand dune
Let your moonlight drizzles engulf this land in June
Sing! So the sandstorm dances with your flowing tune
Oh Lunar beam! Your touch wreaks fame and fortune
Cross the skies and stay with me, for it makes me immune
O Moon! Only if you agree for an honeymoon
I would be...
Draped in the enthralling Blue Bells in the noon !
Sinking in the sparkling sea of heart-gold doubloon !
Invincible and untouchable even for the worst simoon !
Spellbound by your Love in the form of a monsoon !
Glided with streams linking from the Glenrock Lagoon !
Clothed with eat-able sand sweeter than macaroon !
Oh, lunate Moon! Unveil your beauty !
Don't leave me in anxiety !
Quench my thirst with your creativity !
Accept me and I'll serve you with my loyalty
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