Amidst the rocks on the edge of the land
Casting its light, a faithful friend stands.
Low in the shadows of the crests and troughs
Lies hidden danger when seas are rough.
But this lighthouse spreads it's loyal beam
To alert captains to what can't be seen...
A metaphor for a friend like you
Who generously lights up those around her too
Who shares her light of joy and love;
The darkest shadows you rise above.
Thank you for reaching out your hand
Like the faithful guardian sheds its light from the land.
The ancient oak
elegantly extends
its gnarled and weathered roots.
Seizing life from fertile soil,
its lustful thirst sated
from springs that generously flow,
devotedly, unseen.
It scatters beauty,
sweeping freely
'cross a shifting sky,
waltzing with
a wayward wind,
solidly swaying upon
seasonal whims...
I am that Oak
when I am with you,
firmly grounded,
yet swept away.
Quenched by your caress,
swayed by your strength,
I can bend with the years
that claim me.
I've seen him everyday this week
Nurturing the plants and flowers.
Sighing contently. He joyfully whistles
While he sprinkles them with showers.
He's looking a little forlorn today.
He must have something on his mind....
I know! I'll hop by and cheer him up
For he's always very kind.
He fills the feeders to the brim
With the trusty old peanuts.
Even the more gentle birds
Will battle for them with guts!
When all is quiet with little breeze,
I like to play this game...
How close can I get to him
Before sees and calls my name?
He always smiles when I approach
And sing my merry tune.
He's there for many hours,
Even on cloudy afternoons.
He generously crumbles and scatters
His ginger nuts and digestives.
I, the ROBIN, am a friend all year.
Not just for seasons festive.
13th July 2026 for the weekly poetry challenge
A poem from an animals perspective
As His warmth ensouls in me
His radiance illumes through me
pure essence lures beyond the Universe
He is most vital in my vitality
with a fiery finesse and bold intense
warmth can be simmering
as well as a gentle heat of passion
kind and generously spread
with an unshakeable bond
true love is rightfully rewarded
the firmament
generously bled violet
at the moment of truth;
our love-light,
a diamond
brightly sparkling in the dark.
granted we've tasted both
the nectar and bitterness of a world
that tried to obliterate
the steadfast foundation we built,
yet, we stubbornly grasped...
onto the rope of endurance;
your knuckles white
and bleeding into mine,
w i t h s t a n d i n g
the sinews of the passing years,
where weaker threads
would snap and fray apart.
we learned
to map and anchor
the rhythm of our trepidations
deep within the soul...
it's a bond time can't erase.
we are but two travelers
on life's serpentine road.
now look where...
the lilac blossoms glow...
a promise
sealed by everything
we survived;
no longer merely a ghost-light,
or a dream,
but a ribbon tied...
around a jacaranda tree.
If time were the minted money of the world,
we’d care to safeguard our wallets every instant,
making sure the valued notes don’t fly away like seconds
through the extravagant course of the darting minutes.
If time were to turn into the legal tender,
we’d carry the unseen folders in our chests,
filled with currency as precious as the years we get,
that we long to live in affluence every wealthy hour.
Sunrise time would be morphed into prized fortune
with splendorous riches enshrined in valued moments.
The crypt of dawn would turn into mental locker
where the gold coin of each second we’d warily keep.
Time would come for us with gilded hours to be spendthrifts,
for giving it generously to a destitute lonely friend in need.
The rationale to rightly own the treasure of time
is to squander it on something that requires it most.
this teacher blandished me with generously gushy glowing
beguiling over-the-top compliments.
I pretended to not like it.
Returned ten minutes later to receive more.
Hearing her lavish the exact praise on my arch enemy.
Word for word including “You should be homecoming queen”.
Surely that was not to be a shared honor.
Right?
September Sun
The sultry summer wind softly whispers her name basking in the early September sun. Eyes aglow with limpid beauty radiating with relentless compassion arduously preserved and adamantly protected. Humbly healing hardened hearts resurecting passion with a single winsome smile. Gentle reflection elevates and eviscerates indiscriminately exposing souls with sensitive grace. Chrystaline elegance of early morning dew reflecting brilliance beyond ever before imagined. Deep discerning emotions generously disseminated as the sunhine dancing through locks of gold. A moment in time etched upon my soul with the blood and pain of my past gently floating away in the early September sun.
I shall always write many poems for you,
Later in life there shall be tomes so true.
I am filled with divine love and inspiration,
Only for you do I fully love without condition.
Even if our story became simply memories,
'Cause of you having to go home overseas,
I will always love you so deeply and dearly,
I'll wait for the day you invite me generously.
But I am sure we can make the most of life,
Even when inconveniences so unfair are rife.
I have faith in our love that feels so familiar,
I trust you entirely because we're so similar.
Regardless of what'll happen in our future,
I will always repair our poetic tome's suture.
I believe and know you are my final chapter
In a saga of romances I used to chase after.
I keep the pair of socks he never wore again
After he mistakenly taken mine instead.
I felt for him, but he didn't care for my pain.
I just wonder if I was ever truly in his head.
I keep a bangle as an exception for jewellery,
After another lover gave it to me generously.
I felt for him, but we lacked true chemistry.
I just wonder if I ever did love him fully.
I keep his lighter, our metaphorical fire,
After I mistakenly pocketed it after using it.
I feel for him, but I'm afraid love may expire.
I just wonder if we will grow more, bit by bit.
I keep objects from my objects of affection,
As I remember all the memories we share.
I felt for all, but I was met with deflection.
All but one lets me show how much I care.
Lifetime potter of youngs' hearts and minds
Entrusted in her care, such selfworth they’ll find
Ninja to many obstacles drawing strengths from the Divine
Generously share God's blessings bringing you sunshine.
Hands that perform tasks,
creative exercise of creating...
Feet that walk firmly
in the fruitful movement of walking...
Rain that falls generously
in the blessed gift of watering...
The wind blows that blows beneficently...
benign work of blowing!
Sleeps the night... healing sleeps,
inspiring epiphany in dreaming...
Goats skip,
healthy vibrant revelry...
Children are enlightened by playing
holy craft of educating,
Men should only love,
divine and pleasurable mission... in God to live
as craftsmen of love in life...
eternal, millennial life!
To feel at peace
with other protagonists
in Earth's most generous creation narrative
May require forgiving past injustices
of the anti-religious antagonist within.
My MuseBody
needs to touch
feel
engage my SageMind
so my wealth-crowning SageWisdom
can perceive my health-rooted MusePleasure
Inside resonant
outside resilient
re-ligious revival climates
of peaceful mind/body communing
To feel at peace
with other Othered protagonists
engaging Earth's most generously creative
FlashWise SageMob
dance reweaving egoSage/ecoMusicality
voicing/choicing
bicameral co-intelligence.
Some haunt me pleasantly,
Using the grains of dewy silence that speak loudly
Within the long, grey halls of history.
I recline on such images with smiles I borrow from
The penetralia of my soul and skin.
Behind them come lean trees denuded by the swift
Gales of re-greened winters that celebrated
Friendliness in the course of wondrous seasons.
I peer deeply at them, genuflecting to Time
For its abundance of grace and reflections.
A spell of the past descends generously on me,
Navigating genially through the winding routes of
General ancestry.
They must be black, with the silhouettes I crave —
And white —with the silky mildews that glue together
Dispersed unity of the fragile present.
They transport me back to where I should have
Been but couldn’t be, through the nostalgia for
Where I was —only on sufferance.
Your smile beckons my heart
To come
As soothing rays of the sun
Nurturing famished hearts with warmth
As keys to the essence of your soul
Unlocking golden secrets yet untold
As stirrings of a gentle but persistent wind
Generously caressing both lovers and friends
As welcoming as a long-lived tree
A familiar yet majestic thing of beauty
Your smile beckons my heart
To come
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