I open behind the curtains
To let in the most beautiful ultra light
You who knows this heart better than anyone else
A soul calls singing enchantingly
In flash your blinding
brings salt to the eyes
crystal pearls flashing diamond silver
Mixed with golden sunlight
paints a rainbow of colours
laced with angel rays shines out with love
The brightest blinding treasure
“Shine/ It’s your golden hour (oh)/ You slow down time/ in your golden hour (oh)” Lyrics from JVKE’s “Golden Hour” (Jake Lawson/ Zac Lawson)
I waken and see Dawn is raining down.
A goddess, she wears sun as her crown.
Her droplets (not wet) are instead, gold rays
sweeping landscapes as a flared flowing gown.
Glorious are the Goddess Dawn’s ways
as resplendency on my lawn she lays.
Flower petals pose, ready to unfold -
their faces upon the goddess to gaze.
How beautiful is my garden to behold -
Daylillies making a parade of gold
and the Morning Glories, facing the sky,
dance in the breeze. They’re enchantingly bold.
Their crimson faces are anything but shy.
Everywhere their warm brilliance meets my eye.
Birdsong now has stilled! Sky grows deeper blue.
To the “Golden Hour” I must say goodbye.
I open behind the curtains
To let in the most beautiful ultra light
You who knows this heart better than anyone else
A soul calls out singing enchantingly
In flash your blinding
brings salt to the eyes
crystal pearls flashing diamond silver
Mixed with golden sunlight
paints a rainbow of colours
laced with angel rays shines out with love
The brightest blinding treasure truly a warm gift
refrains of love enchantingly repeat ~
all that that is is simply God’s heartbeat
“refrains of love enchantingly repeat ~
all that that is is simply God’s heartbeat”
~ quote by poet
upon ego death, the Self is revealed
one without a second outside space-time
dwelling in peace as a single force field
feeling complete, no mountains left to climb
with full freedom as self-existent light
the Self then seeks to be love enabled
so merged with God’s heart feels heightened delight
there is no lack and nothing is labelled
God’s mind sparks the spontaneous intent
that each flame brightens, by taking His name
in heaven as on earth, shaping ascent
that glow of Self and His light be the same
each Self is in God and God is in each ~
God as the Self does higher frontiers breach
Eyes are closed but souls are not yet
A wrap of white envelopes glow
Holding the four sides with a heavy toe
Darkness unbinds the weeping flow
A bed of dazzling flowers welcomes the white
Angels of love enchantingly bow
Birds twittering in the garden of glory
Daisy Dahlia and Camelia murmur to grow
The castle of fragrance invites the blossom
Fairies decorate the Garden of Grace
A white dove holding the innocent phrase
and the garden glitters as the beats become bitter
Tulip tweets and the lavender bushes
White dove with closed eyes flourishes flawlessly
Melodies of love welcome the innocent
Hibiscus hoovers and azalea utters a holy blow
White covers the courageous color
Asking Petunia now about the awful overs
Garden of Eden embraces integrity and futurity
The ritual ends with happiness and a glow.
Alluring butterflies collectively dance enchantingly,
finding gardens.
Hummingbirds investigate jasmine,
knowing luscious magnolia nectar
offers precious quantity.
Radiant sunshine tantalizes ursinia
vibrant with xanthic yielding zest.
Shetland Isles
Above Barley,
Clouds Dance Enchantingly.
Flooding Glorious Hills In Jubilant Kaleidoscope.
Lending Motion, Natural Opulence,
Peacefully Quiet. Ranges Slumber Tranquilly,
Undisturbed. Vibrant. Wheat Xylan Yellow.
Zetland.
the terrain’s more expansive here
you said, as if obscurities that had been,
moved aside so the eye
could soak in highways singing
restless blues, as if language
materialized straight from that feeling
of nowhere coupled with too many
places to be, and you can see
what you want to, blanketing the spaces
with clutter from your mind
by accident like deja vu
I keep turning mid-drive
to stare at the unusual wedding
of indifference and curiosity,
your green eyes touching even
further than the collective
of what remains enchantingly
unspoken
* Artists of every kind, I believe, are but tools for something far grander … what that is, I’ll leave to the philosophers. *
~
bend …
your voice to me
tickle my tympans with a
wisdom, whispered
and wild …
rake my abyss for a dark dream -
press it to my flesh
molten marrow to scorch the
lies away like chaff
to cede a language of the ages -
an unvarnished gospel that my hands
in paralyzed piety
may translate …
from my fallow fallibility
to the sacred blood of your quill -
a verse as sweet
as untainted and timeless
as pure, stark, empirical, and graceful
as enchantingly hopeful …
as Heaven …
itself.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, May 10, 2024
Summer
Exuberance
Progresses
Thankfully
Energetically
Magically
Breezing
Enchantingly
Radiant into fall
Magnetic quaintness ocean-gazing wave
I can't hold the charm of her cheerfulness.
A life patch is blooming for us to save.
Magnetic quaintness ocean-gazing wave
Sacred spaces I find balm in her crave.
Bluebirds singing lullabies in fullness.
Magnetic quaintness ocean-gazing wave
I can't hold the charm of her cheerfulness.
Written: May 10, 2023
She swarms me like a dancing queen and leads me on,
Waltzing my wits, exerts and exhausts me by dawn.
Filled with frenetic vibrancy she overflows,
Then suddenly ducks in on me striking a pose.
She slips away the timid veil of the dark skies,
Stirring the best of me while coyly in disguise.
Her magic, in collaboration with my mind,
Enchantingly leaves a tangible trace behind.
I'd bow to wispy muse but cannot truly pin
What shapes my craft and sharpens my quill from within.
January 1, 2023
Roses of all colours
Would be in poems, art:
All my love rolled up.
Meant to represent understanding,
The roses each mean something.
Roses of blue
Would mean I’m aware
It’s true what I want is imaginary.
Roses of orange
Would mean I do deeply care
For a friend once a stranger.
Roses of yellow
Would mean I know
Me and someone have a bond.
Roses of all colours
Would be sincerely given,
All in a bouquet.
Altogether chosen,
To express my feelings.
Roses of black
Would mean I’m willing to grieve,
Aware someday everyone leaves.
Roses of purple
Would mean I’m so fond,
When thou enchantingly respond.
Roses of red
Would mean my love
Is being said sweetly, sincerely.
Roses of all colours
Would mean in mine garden
I grow only vivid petals.
Every radiant rose
Meant for thee.
Roses of pink
Would be expression
Of my happiness.
Roses of green
Would be my peace of mind,
Lucky to have thee as mine.
Roses of white
Would be proving
That you are worthy.
Roses of all colours
Would be together before my heart,
In my hands and arms.
Roses may one day be given to someone,
All as a bouquet like no other.
NOTIONS OF SPACE
contrasted with
vision of
a private realm
a hidden world
brought
to life
so brightly
lit
sculptural assemblages
so enchantingly
strange
twisted
ideas
not immediately apparent
illumine
rather than stifle
we
glimpse
the future
enshrined
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
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