Poems settle softly on the 'Peace Race,'
But a cyclone wind whirls to birth mishap.
Each soul foresees truth at a dreamer's pace,
While blue Earth is ripe with thoughts to unwrap.
Hope clasps the trees, painting the Elven hues.
Freeing our pink hearts' lasting love that swells
When wise leaders embrace the moonlit views,
Invoking kind spirits, summoning Elves.
The moonlit council leans on bargaining.
Soft persuasion drifts gently to mainstream
Garden Sprites who charm the soul, nurturing,
With the Elves' theme of peace that reigns supreme.
Kind 'letters' soar above divisive schemes
As Peace becomes more than an Elven dream!
There is a persistent embrace,
a longing and a kissing,
a childlike giggling,
a free and predictable smile.
Life foresees every dawning,
foretastes every light ray,
foretells every essence,
forecasts every ambience.
Life proclaims every mountain top,
every sultry, tangled jungle,
every scorched and waterless desert,
every fathomless ocean floor.
Dreams are uncharted roadmaps,
virtual animated realities,
virtual luminous mysteries,
virtual unconscious answers.
When we are manhandled,
our humanity maligned,
our freedoms denied,
Hope must never leave us.
Hope is a relentless tomorrow.
When we flee the crackdown,
the masked, menacing Gestapo,
our imprisonment in foreign Gulags,
Hope must never leave us.
Hope is a relentless tomorrow.
For there is always a daybreak,
ever another awakening,
ever a perennial blossoming,
a season of conception.
Hope must never leave us.
Hope is a relentless tomorrow.
stitching my lips with neon nylon ~ the worm moon foresees hangry stars
I woke up from a sleepless night, it seemed.
In my dreams, a story was told and reality beamed
I fell into a reverie where the world turned upside down.
Yet amidst the chaos, serenity was found.
In this ethereal realm, I floated, weightless and free,
Guided by whispers of love, only my heart foresees.
No pain, no sorrow, just a peaceful embrace,
As I drifted through dreams of grace.
The falling was gentle, as feathers in the air.
Dance with the stars, a moment so rare
No crash, no impact, just a soft landing.
In a dreamscape where love was commanding.
When I woke up, my dreams didn't fade.
A symphony of emotions, a melody that played.
Although my body was weary, my spirit was alive.
In my dreams, your love did thrive.
Drapes rose at dawn, creating rays on my bed.
But I couldn't shake the feeling in my head.
I had so much to do and a busy day ahead.
Yet my heart was full of thoughts of you instead.
The One who writes the music
In notes of hope and peace,
Leaving out the darkness, embedding
Grace that relieves…
The One who writes the story
Between joy and faith,
Echoing life through the pages
Inspiring such thanks….
The One who writes the moments
With a pen of sun and rain,
Silencing the worries, easing
Even the past…
The One who writes the smiles
Through intimacy and light,
Foresees the edges of sweet joy,
Enlightens and enlivens…
The One who writes my colors
In hues of wonder and love,
Brightens all my heart’s yearnings
With dreams forevermore…
The One who writes my journey
Through blessings so unique,
Miracles and Godsends – consenting
To bring me a full book…
This volume is made up of wonders
Far more beautiful than the eye can see,
Far more brilliant than the sunlight,
Far more amazing than I can explain
For it comes to those who know Him
The One who writes with a creative hand,
The One who inspires and understands,
The One who answers all my prayers.
Because of Him, I know what it means
To love beyond my wildest dreams!
Prizing self entails being true to who you are.
There are flaws and candles that ignite the air.
Man must determine his trifles and vision.
to be known for his victory, not his omission.
Everything vibrates and breathes with vitality.
"Life is the mind dwelling in a false reality."
Nothing can prevent fiery existence spread.
Life creates a graveyard amid careless dead.
Ponder the angel's conception of the woods.
Only a keeper knows where ring-dove broods.
Glad chirp feels cute; finds the angel happy.
Success is alike heaven; our steps are snappy.
In search of that mysterious, all-curing elixir.
Life is fleeting and puzzling; forewarn the mixer.
It is a force of its own that does not move time.
Hinting at and fathoming Divinity, life is sublime.
I revere you with a modest and cheerful smile.
Across words, I'll praise you with gaze for a while.
Fruitful awareness sees but can't touch the trees.
I worship you as a beauty that flows and foresees.
1st place contest winner
Written: February 06, 2023
Writing Challenge - D Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
he foresees the sun’s eclipse ~ not the eclipse of Sophia’s white light
Date: 01/06/2023
Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 24 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
*Image of La Bourrasque by FKR.
The Gust of Wind
A gust hath burst,
As she traversed,
A short-cut to,
Broad avenue,
Her black silk dress,
Looped to a mess,
Struggled full-length,
Maintained her strength,
Her matching shawl,
Challenging haul,
Onward she pushed,
Hasty ambushed,
The trail seemed gone,
As she dragged on,
Rounds disturbed leaves,
As the squall heaves,
Determined will,
Since birth instill,
The end result,
Foresees exult,
She soon arrived,
As winds hath died,
Wholly tangle,
Loose hair dangle,
She made no care,
About her hair,
Appointment yon,
Beauty salon.
2022 October 19
*1st Place*
Painting prompted
~~Lisa YY: Judged 2022 October 29
RZ & HMS; 4 syllables per 28 lines.
*Image of Pelosi Leaves Taipei by BBC.
Terra Incognita
Diurnal moments margin in my head,
As metamorphosis pirouettes hands,
Nightmarish recall exit none be said,
An armistice mosey in of spilt sands.
Logjam beliefs wane gains, prosperity,
Erring hand fingered an island nation,
Right foresees windfall, voters clarity,
Left wins Red China, lost the election.
Past oversights also recent letdowns,
Amiss twentieth, twenty-first embed,
Ruse an angle nefarious look rounds,
Dame be a torpedo full speed ahead!
It is a jigsaw board, a puzzling face,
An instance period to bygone years,
A world in awe as one alters a pace,
A nation benign oddity brew peers.
2022 August 25
*2nd Place*
This or That, Vol 13
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 September 04
Terra Incognita
Here comes the bull:
strong, vibrant, towering,,,
Decided, looks prepares
the attack...
Quickly, shoots,
Anxious...
But what a sad fate...
the cloaked man
foresees his luck...
The man smelling death,
elusive descended lightly,
with their swords stab the bull...
Exciting gesture
matador, matador...!
Here comes the confined ox,
cornered bull... suspicious...
bugged eyes,
creeped out...
Feels it, smells it
in the fatal hour, mortal omen,,,
Cruel fate, slaughterhouse...
Here comes the bull, merrily
walking,
used to it,
be treated well...
listener of smart prose,
listener of things and cases...
So hás no fear..
Does not live exile,
no sad story...
Calm ox, tender,
charming ox
, glorious ox...
Dances and sways with praise,
nicely, yes sir...
Fulfill his rite happily...
Come. come, my bonne bull... !
"The wind is the pounding of my heart."
Rush with me, wind! Help my heart pound,
with forces of tornado's sound;
yet, gentle as a summer breeze
slow dancing, twirling through the trees.
My heart, like wind- prevails unbound.
My heart, like wind, is often bound
by pressures building- quite profound
to weather seasons with great ease.
Rush with me, wind!
From strong to calm, most winds rebound;
my heart's emotion is compound.
But, like the wind, it guarantees
those yins and yangs no one foresees.
In shifting force- accord is found.
Rush with me, wind!
August 2, 2022
For A BRIAN STRAND STANDARD No 1212 Poetry Contest
Who knows, but before twas given
Twas answered, your prayer's request.
Placed within them, on whom foresees
The end of all troubles, rest.
When we travel through the solitary road
Not taken by many of those happy crowd
Hardly we glimpse the direction board
Rather drench in the showers of depreciative words
Pondering over our desired destination
Wondering about the mystical citations
Dreading the results of our action
We may feel perturbed and agitated
Like a daunted child
Abandoned in the field wild
We feel exhausted and dejected
At this crucial time, will emerge an angel
Like the god who appears in a child's dream
To make him smile like a sunbeam
arises as an angel, our inner strength
Help us traverse the road lengthy
The spirit inside us hauls
good spirits and souls
Who will travel along with us
To make our journey successful
So when we travel through the solitary road
Not taken by many of those happy crowd
Never look up for the direction board
Do not carry those depreciative words
Rather kindle your inner force
For the road's end, it foresees
And drive you complete the course
May 9 2022
Rain
The one sees Man
The one foresees farmer
The one hears poet
pennyroyal festoon in full bloom —
her English garden plush.
he’s dying to imbibe.
she foresees a crime.
mint feint
tea taint
“sip up darl’n
have a cup
or two”
his purple lips,
pursed,
ready for the kill.
she smiles and winks
as he lies still.
8/30/2019
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