"Hear these hibiscus hymns"
of my hopeful heart
"the chorus a poet bleeds..."
in blessed blues
"I kissed an opera octave"
and started a silent symphony
spinning songs and
sculpting stars in syllables
The mellifluous melodies
mastered by my metaphors
tickle tentative tunes
through a tapestry of tales
Echoes of ecstasy
reverberate in every ensemble
The breath of ballads boasts
of beauty unheard
Lilting lullabies
let out love-lit lyrics
On wings of woven words,
I whistle whispers
chanting celestial canticles
of celebration
Heavenly harmony comes alive
in holy happiness
Rhythmic refrains refresh
in rolling resurgence
The pulsing verses
paint pretty emotions
in ink inspired
euphoric euphonies
crafting creative carols
of Christ-centred comfort
The jubilant joy
of the
soul's dance rejuvenates
stringing, singing and shaping
soulful silver notes
Loitering
isn't idyllic imaginations
facilitating fastidious, fertile fellowship flings
evolving evidentiary elusive elucidations
safely securing surreal sterile sways.
Mysteries mismanaging mundane miracles
yield yes, you, your youthful yesterdays
slip, stir, select sagacious serendipitious sphericals
titillating time's turbulent today-tomorrow titrations
eagerly evoking efficacious emancipated equai euphonies
resurrected, reinvigorated remedial rhetoric rectifications
illuminating impartial improvised immunities,
ease earnestly, empathetic eloquent ejections
sanctifying succinct, suspended sanitifications.
A word take on Presidential ins and outs, the why and how of Life's Mysteries
in the mind of unnamed parties.
For LIFEs Mysteries Contest sponsored by John Hamilton
Euphonies whispered in her ear
By a Valentine she holds dear.
Contest: A Valentine Crystalline Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Written: 2-1-2019
As the sun, came glinting through the pines,
I hearkened, to euphonies, the wind was playing.
While eavesdropping, from within my confines,
I pondered what message it might be conveying.
As I yawned, stretched and opened the blinds,
I returned to the thoughts previously weighing.
Now, my wall exhibited, Levolor sketched designs,
I hope that you’ve seen what I’ve tried portraying.
Through the lonely woods, I may head,
Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,
At the secluded horizon, I may stare,
And only you, I may see,
In those symphonies of silence,
In those melodies of calmness,
In those euphonies of quietness.
By the silent lake, I may lay,
Till the twilight fades, I may stay,
Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,
And only to you, I may talk,
Through those toungueless emotions,
Through those wordless attachments,
Through those voiceless sentiments.
In the lone meadow, I may wander,
Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,
In companionless seclusion, I may hide,
And only in you, I may find,
The depths of oneness,
The bonds of togetherness,
The cozy feel of coalescence.
In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,
At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,
Through a million wounds, I may bleed,
And only in you, I may seek,
The balm of love,
The warmth of affection,
The heal of inseparability.
A beloved friend enticed my senses
Appeasing whines with tasteful tunes
Awakening amour at heights of suspense
To serenade me as spry I shall swoon
Euphonies swallowed my bones
Delighted be I to ever have found
Divine obscure ways to atone
Ghastly memories quite profound
Triumph has monopolized tribulation
Along hollow skylines nimble she fleets
Colloquies spewing frost shan't stand elite
Taunted be grief by elimination
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