W ritten in the stars
R eally it is for me and you
I gaze amoung the stars at night
T he answer we can find
E nveloped in majesty, by Gods mighty hand
N eeding assurance, was it meant to be
I t is our destiny
N eed to grasp it now
T ime disappears so fast
H old your dreams in your heart
E verlasting love is possible
S top, think, listen to your heart <3
T hats our answer today
A nd stop running and hiding
R each up grasp that dream
S ure will come true believe dont doubt
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The mailbox exhales December~
a paper breath
of pine and cinnamon.
Each envelope,
a door left ajar:
inside, the hush of
inked sincerity,
fingers tracing the
embossed edges of
someone’s I thought of you.
No pixels, no ping~
just the slow
theology
of glue and stamp,
the quiet arithmetic
of distance measured
in cardstock.
I lay them on the table
like relics:
Here is proof~
we still reach
without
touching.
My poetry skills are becoming highly developed.
And my whole total mind they have enveloped,
Without a doubt,
Mailed them out;
Guess what my wife enticed me so we eloped.
Jim Horn
Blanketed like silky chiffon amongst
a babe’s soft scent,
allured into the morn’s glory with
sunbeams burnishing the dew
bellowing on a white rose’s blade.
The luster expressed has been
tempted by the reasoning of love’s
natural resounding essence-
For it has been done,
and will always be gifted amongst
the layers of soft grass laying across
emerald fields.
Patination reveals its abstract face-
all things it envelopes begins and
ends with a moment of strength.
Forever willing to be caught in the
middle of creation’s first breath,
it lusters once again,
into shades of verdigris crimson.
Covering the valleys of rolling hills,
reaching heights of a mount and
its efflorescent rock,
a strong coating of marvel frees
it from the weakness it longs for.
No longer is the patina willing to
ease a troubled mind,
yet-
it seeks what is and what was
never to become.
Patina Poetry Contest
July 1, 2018
our bodies fit warmly together
like a handwritten love letter
placed in a scented envelope
that's waiting to be mailed
Horizon
has turned a softer red
While thoughts capture its quiet beauty
And I in its stillness await the coming of dawn
Lost between the birth of a new day and the vanishing night
Feeling each breath as the world turns slowly around me in technicolor
Morning has Broken
Frederic Parker
12/23/14
contest Enchantment Through a Prism
In the quiet, the night to focus on
Dreams escape my head bringing dusty eyes
I follow its lonely steps to darkness
The moon begins to shine, starts to revise
Fog envelopes me holding me so tight
I can’t breathe, suffocating, I don't lie…
End of life forms before me, true as night
I finally suck in breath of the sky
Calmness enters my troubled head for once
Fog starts to recede, I see a home there
Is it mine, what is the purpose of this
My dreams, so lost, am I truly aware
Where am I to be in this dream, fancy
I delve into the space under this moon
Bewilderment occupies my shaved head
Smooth as silk, I follow nothing so soon
The fog starts to cast its way in again
I’m blinded only by the moon’s blue light
Now I must sit, I am tired, can’t go on
I hear the ocean, is it a new sight
I wake to the sound of my noise maker
To see thick fog covering everything
Every thought is clear, I can concentrate
I blame it on my dream, ventured seeing
Russell Sivey
Love enveloped passion flies between them
Perfect flowing kiss enhanced
Burning desire inside
Russell Sivey
I started the day wholly fresh and free
Allowing this flu to envelope me
I sparked a fever
Puked up a beaver
Waiting for the day I’ll heal so fully
Russell Sivey
Entrant into ~Gwendolen~'s "The Sneezing Limerick Contest"
Eyes enraptured enveloped
Toe touching toe
Hand holding hand
Mouth meeting mouth
Rainbow - hues of love's presence
Drizzles of warmth and joy
Contentment of heart
Calming the ragged edge
Leavening excitement
Of all but the real
Circle's half - is subtly whole
Seen in a flash- lighting the soul
Remnants of delight's flight lingering
Poignancy wraps tightly
Our ode to love's stanza
Ribbons of the misty arc- adorn the day
enveloped in fog
the bonfire night party ends...
is life a damp squib ?
Dragging their shadow
A battalion of white clouds
Overtakes the Sun
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