star brightness gambols my way
sparkle of sunshine sugar
passion like warmth of brandy
concoction that thrills
fountainhead gush
life source gambols with joy
multitude of stars sparkling grace
God’s smile upon my soul
crescendo soars
I come into a time and place
At peace within a vast estate
Beneath me warms the verdant earth
Above the sun of cosmic birth
Drifts calmly down with feathered hands
To hold me spellbound on the land
And all around the summer breeze
Gambols lightly in the trees –
It whispers vaguely, far away
A quiet murmur, as a prayer
Crooning softly in my ear
As if it knows that I can hear
The beauty of a tranquil day
Enough for me to want to stay
And lose myself in nothingness
In realms of carefree idleness
At peace within a vast estate
While passing through this time and place
As night descends, the heavens celebrate,
The birth of stars
Through the tossing trees,
They send down their toothless smiles
The Moon too smiles with glee,
Like a pleased mother.
The Earth in darkness,
Looking at the illumined sky,
Follows suit and lights up
Street lamps open their eyes,
Flooding the cobalt streets.
Neon bulbs blink from hidden homes
Car lights dazzle like lightning
Glow worms, like night sentries,
Parade round with mini torches
The roads ring with the sound of returning feet
Fairies roam round for their nightly gambols
Day laborers coil lazily to rest
Letting their barbed distractions melt slowly away
The dead in their sepulchers sleep peaceful!
Among the muted murmurs,
The cicadas’ sounds alone swell.
This is the time for life and strife
To lay their heads pillowed for serene sleep
Under the blanket of a dim lit night!
Nov.15. 2022
~ Placed First~
Beauty of Night Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Sotto Poet
When night descends,
The heavens celebrate,
The birth of stars
Through the tossing trees,
They send down their toothless smiles
The Moon too smiles with glee,
Like a pleased mother.
The Earth in darkness,
Looking at the illumined sky,
Follows suit and lights up
Street lamps open their eyes,
Flooding the cobalt streets.
Neon bulbs blink,
From hidden homes
Car lights dazzle,
Like lightning
Glow worms, like night sentries,
Parade round with mini torches
The roads ring with the sound
Of returning feet
Night prowlers come out
To prey upon innocents
Fairies roam round
For their nightly gambols
Day laborers
Coil lazily to rest
Letting their barbed distractions
Melt slowly away
The dead in their sepulchers
Sleep dreamless!
Among the muted murmurs,
The cicadas’ sounds alone swell.
This is the time for
Life and strife
To lay their heads pillowed
For restful silence
And serene sleep
Under the blanket
Of a dim lit night!
Placed First
A Brian Strand Libre Verse Poetry Contest
He dreams of the carousel at the park
Excitement stirs, as only friend, First Bloom
Released like he, gambols on the boardwalk
Arabian, garden wild, hooves steel dark
Marvelous pals sport at sea and embark
Surmount rings of parents, music, and reins
Unlimited awe in each nightly lark
Pony’s spin Earth’s sphere, owing Rory’s smirk
Under foot worries sleep, light pleasures spark
Cloud steppes guide this parade of pageantry
Rivers down, ribbon’d mares unfurl from work
Jaunty hymns spiraling, a ceaseless cirque.
4.6.2020
One day a year, we decide to be kind
To show our love for one another, to be pure of mind.
We laugh and smile, a day to rejoice;
Though is one day a year the only choice?
Why not be kind all year long,
Show your love and bliss to those you're among?
Can't we retain the better half of our humanity within our hearts?
If humanity consists only of this hypocrisy, I want no parts!
One day to show your love, one day to be pure;
Tis the truth, there is no cure.
We're destined to live in shambles,
Never experience any true gambols.
It's sad to say, we're nothing but lies;
So I have one thing left to say: my final goodbyes.
Learn from humanity's mistakes;
Do not let your heart be filled with petty aches.
Love your life, so when you die
You may leave in peace, with a blissful goodbye.
summertime robin
gambols through the crackling leaves
tree's a year older
(Re: Old Poems)
Far away on the moor, wind creeps quiet:
When the golden rays fade and the day's gone;
From a nook rustling in the woods of night,
Cries a whippoorwill ever and anon.
Thickets skirting and swirling untill dawn;
She wended her way, swept by Queen Anne's lace;
To be cloak'd by dark waters, heap'd upon
The sweet enchanted blossoms of her face;
The woods dwell in slumber, and shadows hide all trace.
In the bosom of night's darkness, she lay
Hiding behind the drowsy shades of moon;
Once gleaming brook murmurs under the sway
Of her gambols in the roses wind strewn,
Beneath bowers of a magical rune;
A dew spent lingering about afloat,
So shall the bleak wind before it dies soon
'pon the autumn wood, fading in dim note;
And souls lull'd to repose wearing the midnight coat.
(22/4/2013)
(Spenserian Stanzas)
..
Beyond Nut Wood where Jester Bird –
Gambols among the hedge,
Where daffodils are bowing
Their golden crowne’d heads,
Where regimented corn shoots
Form their military lines,
And rooks and jackdaws take their fill –
Whilst farmers head is blind;
A joyous spring this day did bring,
Filling bush with buds anew,
Where careful unfurls the cautious leaf
In fear of frost or chill;
What hand did make this day so fair –
Pray tell me Jester Bird?
But of the seven that I did ask
Not one would speak a word.
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