Green hill, grassy knoll,Mossy mountain slope,
The joy that is to come.high ridge, fresh stream,
ditch and canyon, overflowing basin.
To be at ease and without a heavy load in life,
A place of peace, we dwell in joy
Innocent of the ways of the king's land
Like Eden, without deceit and wicked schemes
Yet cynicism enters deep within,
Weariness of life drives us far away.
We are saddened, we encounter pain
This painful world is full of sorrow
A thing that passes quickly,
only temporary,Life dies, we cannot
live it forever.We are mortal,
we all depart,
Our blood returns to the earth
In a perfect world
There’d be no war
No famine, no poor
The ocean floor would be clean
No one would even be mean
No one would steal your best friend
She would stay loyal and true to the end
No one would just die for a meal
No one would ever lie for a feel
There’d be no need for any garden
For everyone everywhere
Would be without sin
Meanwhile,
I will just have to try to blend in
Sketching my poetry along long sandy beachlines
Only to be erased
Soon by the tide
Only then, only then
Will I transcend
From this den
That I’m in
Eden for good men
Hell is waiting evil men
is it not that clear?
A fellow who lived free of sin,
Was alone and let no one in.
When asked for his name,
Or his claim to fame,
He said, “Eve, but now I'm Adam.”
I kept the hour, yet let the moment stray,
as though all time had bowed and missed its seam;
what failed to be grew sacred by delay,
and even loss proclaimed it held my dream;
So absence whispered my name, then turned to clay,
and left me luminous with what I may not claim.
Not hedging my bet
yet I do truly believe
if I were your Adam (Madam)
and you were my Eve
from on high above
love would be heaven-sent
as we could frolic in the garden
to our heart's content
from the fruit of our labour
with a smile all the while
we'd take a bite right from the apple
in serpentine-like style
then with no inhibitions
create quite the sight
as day fades away
until stars light the night
Christmas rose, Iphianassa suffers in her soul’s asylum, your elixir the only
panacea for fox-skinned maínomai
Lonely sawsan, proud swords erected in red dead rivers of brotherly love,
refugees granting asylum to lost birthrights
Tempestuous mirella, vagrant sadist cutting Cheshire grins
into your fantasies, il mio timore più grande era che io morissi prima di te
Peaceful kardi, atlas moths sway against Solomon’s palms, carrying
pollinated songs to queens of sun-born blackness in Amana’s sanctuary
Eden ago,
Fragment of laws,
Mold into gold.
Mankind aims to colonize Mars
We plan to not repeat past mistakes
~ Nature has way of prevailing
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
I couldn’t help myself, peeking through the trees
at the white, glowing moon. It seemed so close,
so far away, meant for a gothic grace - the swish
of an antique gown, nearly floating in the midst.
Two trees held the moon between them; squeezed it
exquisitely, beautifully, tenderly. I’m caught in the light
of the luminous lanterns seeking respite, surrendered
to waning twilight. A twinkle in my steadfast soul.
Must I lose; I might linger, with my iPhone to control
the soulful image - what I will make of it. My backyard,
the trees thrill me, move me into the presence of God.
A scintillation of Eden, dumbed-down for dust-to-dust.
What spectacle of glory will we one day see; our lens
in eternity? Will we soak up color choices that stretch
forth one after the other? We can only imagine;
we can’t even imagine! I turn the moon off; step inside.
"The Scent of Eden"
Up the road I walked
as if in some golden hazy dream
and along the road an honour guard
to the left of me, of red-ripe apple trees
I walked bare feet
into that lush abundance
of waving dark forest green
the scent of mystery, fresh petrichor
wet leaves underneath my soul
moistly called me in, to believe
some kind of beckoning
to unprocessed novel new beginnings
I plucked the largest I could find, as always
stretching too far above me
then, in my hands
I raised it to my rosy lips
before I took it fully in, my over-soul
breathed its knowledge o’er me like a twin
wisdom, its gilded giddy perfume
the scent of Eden,
sings
Candide Diderot. ‘25
She collects souls to be their shepherd,
to keep them — and their short lives — safe.
All moments, catalogued
in the chaos and cosmos.
She watches them thrive.
Her curiosity appears as wit,
sharp with double entendres,
an intelligence cloaked in playful tongues.
She heals wounds that leave invisible scars.
She wraps her mind around others’ worries
and offers another way —
a kinder path,
a pulse of love
to all the sick, grieving, deprived,
and suffering souls.
She is the world’s mystical mother,
matriarchal in her tenderness.
Her questions don’t harm — they heal.
She opens hearts like a spiritual surgeon,
then stitches them back together
with hope and dreams.
Her love knows no limits.
She sits as the universe’s mouthpiece.
And I love her.
But still I sit and reflect —
how, surrounded by voices,
she may feel alone.
And I hunger to be her voice
when she is calm.
She is ethereal,
like holy smoke
rising from a sea of darkness.
The light —
it saved her.
And it burns.
The sun kissed by mountain goodbyes,
That’s how time flies,
With hope to rise,
And potential born of dedication,
Yet drowned beneath trepidation.
You’re the descended curse from Eden,
Grace misplaced, a soul still bleeding.
Ambiguous dreams, not synchronicity,
You are the seed of Adam and Eve,
Footsteps echo in melancholy.
You pray for wealth, not to be holy,
Chasing gold, forgetting the slowly.
But silence guards the truth you fear,
Like raindrops quieting dust so near.
No gain just pain you feel,
Still, you cease not, nor do you kneel,
Pray when you kneel,
Capitulate not to defeat,
For you are fate’s own Eden seed,
When the noise dies,
The truth stands tall,
The mirror reflect defined art,
That's you realize you got yourself .
One love, one life, one God, and one story for each of us.
Love we each make our choices, who to love and who to leave.
Some loves just don’t meet our needs.
Some loves just can’t see, all that we need.
Some are perfect, but are unavailable, because they are already in a relationship.
Having one love, to hold and love is the ultimate feeling anyone can have.
So, hold out for that one love, the one that has your heart and mind in the top of their mind.
The love that is kind and loves you all the time, that puts a smile on your face, just by thinking about all the moments you have and will create in time.
Love can make us all feel so amazing that it makes our life feel incredible.
Love is the truth and the way; it is like how God made us for loving each other in one love kind of scene.
Like the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve had each other till someone come between.
So, hold out for your one love, and pray that we all find our one love.
Lifting prayers and thoughts for love, that’s one of a kind.
Love for us is always a tryst inside of Eden
intimacy shared in the most exotic of places
Whispers born from of our deepest desires
and adoring looks of contentment on sated faces
Your touch brings me from bud to full bloom
Tenderly, you embrace me beneath moonlit skies
It's there we meld; soul entering soul with each kiss
Each caress has us breathless with moans and sighs
We've made for ourselves a lover's paradise on Earth
The lasting kind, forged and branded with flames
Bound in love and with the rhythmic beats of our hearts
We feast on each other as a poet's sonnet claims
Let not the glow of moonlight, nor of sunlight dimming
pass without words of love spoken in adoring voice
For as dawn and twilight paint beautiful canvases,
we celebrate them together and in each other, rejoice
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