never again to be merry ,
her ladyship will complain evermore
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
Right there, just over the horizon
And around the bend
Just this side of Fennario
Where the evergreens grow
With birch and willowed banks
And grasses always green
In fields abuzz with bees
There my love awaits
Morning, noon and night
Right there, just over the horizon
I can see her shine
And hear her voice
A murmur of summer winds
As she calls
In sweet response to mine
Where does this road lead evermore
Twisting turning, rising falling
And all the time her voice a-calling.
(7/3/26)
TRUTH FOR EVERMORE
You can’t hold down truth.
It is like the setting sun:
It's always rising:-
My heart may evermore be broken,
but she has left the light
of love, unending token,
brought by morning to the night,
wherein I have too long slept
who must awaken now to see
the vision she has swept
into silent majesty,
promised always by her smiles
full of innocent discovery,
which every wondering day beguiles
with wonder: some things, dear Susan, are
too gorgeous for my eyes,
but my heart has learned better far
to keep the answering surprise,
or, tell me, how could I refuse
the constant presence
of my muse?
I don't want her kiss,
don't need to hold her hand.
nor feel her arms around me.
All of that has evolved into
her most constant presence
in my heart.
You have not made me
angry, sad, hopeful, worried,
but amazed by your shining self
I stand out from my shadow
see the brilliance of your
ever-spreading day and I am
touched like this ocean
by the currents
of your smile.
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
*Fiction
You looked at me and I saw it in your eyes
You handed me a rose, as the scent spread
Just what I saw and I looked away instead
As if strength from your feelings met skies
You took my hand, leading me on a walk
Along a quiet path, that seemed to be ours
I could hold your comfortable hand for hours
Sun shined, as we listened to each other talk
The birds sang from the trees, music to hear
As if they knew in every step love is on the way
We laughed out loud, we had so much to say
Then we turned the corner with a gazebo near
You led my step with confidence onto the floor
Time seemed to stop as we began to dance
I felt your heart beating stronger than romance
At the end of the path I knew this is for evermore
Heidi Sands
3/2/26
(C)opyright
Inflated lies keep me on edge.
Tender in her promise to let me down without justification.
Sweet fragrance mixed with wine talk are enough to keep me ignorant.
If I don't leave soon I might not live to regret it.
In the depths of bloodied water
Laying in the sludge of misunderstanding
Where the mud of history buries itself
War awaits us all
Disguised and deeply present
Buried in the marrow of timeless sentiment
Hidden in the sediment of vile undertakers
Employing the caskets of our children
To testify in shallow graves and markers of hate
War is the ghoul of our fallacious goodwill
The pacemaker of our alienated heartbeats
The vision of our counterfeit purpose
The throttle of our fearful lives
Running off the energy of ignorance
No longer can I wait
To cross a peaceful shore
Nevermore, nevermore
Evermore
Obscure place,
under the lamp of none but He.
Of the first snows.
The thirst of the arterial, ephemeral flow.
Where echoes converge and become ghost, at it's Canyons.
O Knight of Strongholds,
where memories melt and disappear,
showing of me again bare, of bones, of One.
Be but the realm of the transform
a symphony of ethereal whispers,
awakening dormant dreams of the alone.
In each delicate flake, a tale unfolds,
a moment frozen romance in time's embrace,
a reminder of the transient nature,
of seasons changing, of love evolving.
As winter's icy kiss adorns the land,
knows my dream and Fairy sits on the knuckle
at my back of hand.
I am reminded of fragile beauty,
of the miracles found buckled in surrender,
in the rendering to the Destiny-Unknown,
pullAge of lever of planned-perpetuity of Clan.
Moreover, be yet a childing
sprite a flitting kiss on blank slated cheek of Eternity, to surrender at His feet, at His Throne.
In evermore the star displays
will surely show their stellar days
to planetary dwellers there
whate’er their sentient being flair
or parallels to earthly ways.
Such myriads of beaming rays,
how could they not a welcome gaze
shine down somewhere on living lair
in evermore?
Oh let us life learn how to praise,
as Nature’s artistry portrays,
esteeming all with loving care
while guardians of what we share,
with reverence at every phase
in evermore!
~ Harley White
* * * * * * * * *
The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
“In its encounter with Nature, science invariably elicits a sense of reverence and awe. The very act of understanding is a celebration of joining, merging, even if on a very modest scale, with the magnificence of the Cosmos…”
~ Carl Sagan
Evermore
If the tenderest secrets are found beneath a star,
My body will be the carrier to every truth,
My eyes will be the moon behind those shinning celestials
So my lips can bare the sweetest kisses by the light of a star.
Quarrels are the darkest side of the moon in my eyes,
Each and every time a word that stops to be sung, or hummed,
My eardrums splatters a cluttered bunch of nothingness,
Pieced to become a beg for love that lasts evermore.
Some days, like a beaten warrior or a fallen star,
I tremble and shiver to the muffled sounds of crying,
Others, I pause my sojourn at the earthly haven,
A Soulless and homeless land;
I go to where I belong, a place where evermore defines
Love and brightness of the stars that whispers the truth to me.
I find myself wandering in a land,
Where love is eternal,
And so is the truth to all forbidden secrets.
The land I find myself wandering in is evermore,
The land of evermore .
Here lay the broken shards
Of a glass called bones,
With it are weeping hearts
As cold as a stone.
You know you left too soon
Pending is our journey,
Awaiting is gloom.
You set fire to our kingdom,
Built a castle with the ashes,
Kept the crown, holding the matches.
The story continues…
How you fought battles,
Ablaze was you heart
Like your burning castles.
Walls are degraded and torn are your portraits
Smirking and ‘O so vain!
There lay your broken bones,
Never-mending for evermore.
Your stone cold heart, beating for nevermore.
A glitter gel pen,
My captivated thoughts,
Communicates in a clear page of my notebook.
I got the bruise of blue,
And began to wonder
The paradox of living all summer
How life has become cruel and kind?
To go from growing up,
To breaking down.
The shiniest wheels are rusting now.
Like water falling in a river,
My sapphire tears,
Came rushing down my scarlet cheeks,
Got within me to shiver.
There were pages turned,
With the bridges burned,
And I had no idea
I've got a lot of lessons learned.
O' Father God cover me whole
In your heart
Hold me close
Remain in me
My heart, my body, my soul do impart
Hallelujah
As I flourish in me evermore
In Jesus name Amen
10/23/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Evermore was all I ever wanted.
All I ever wanted was you forever more.
But you insisted, “Less is more.”
Less is, more or less, all you ever gave me.
And all you ever gave me left me cold forever more.
Ever so much that I thank you
I thank you much so
Give unto me yon gratitude
Together we'll be thankfully together
More ever
Evermore
11/1/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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