When You Are Old
On a special night when you are old and waiting for sleep
Remember me and this appointment you promised to keep
Take out these pages my love and slowly read
Of the days gone past and dream of the love we need
Feel the warmth of our embraces, see the looks of love in our eyes
Dream of the times we shared before the shadows come and the day dies
Surrender to passions throws beneath a blanket of stars aglow
Relive the surges of love's desires that we made grow
Give yourself again to those gladdest moments of lust and grace
Shared with this one man that loved every expression on your beautiful face
We two are bound by an unbreakable tether
To be lovers forever
SOUNDS
Most needed sound -
His longship’s prow grinding
Up the stony beach ground
In Vinland.
His gladdest sound -
Waves breaking on shore
Saying weeks of ocean-bound
Rowing was no more.
Most welcome sound -
A newborn cry
Amid the all-around
Accents of home.
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*Based on the Lief Erikson saga about his journey to America a thousand years ago.
17 March 2020
In not too long, we’ll see the spring,
for winter will have lost its cling!
Across this earth, we’ll waken to her sweet rebirth.
On the first day of spring, give praise and sing!
Rejuvenate; refresh; rejoice!
Welcome her with the gladdest noise –
In meadows we can meet to dance with merry feet!
Bring flutes, lutes, drums, and a resonate voice!
At spring’s debut, let’s all arise
with gratitude for her sweet prize:
of life, the renewal thereof, and love,
and promises of bluer skies!
Feb. 15, 2019
(looks like first day of spring was just this past March 19!! Praying for sunnier days, in more ways than one!)
Angel Visits (2)
(1)
Rosebud pink dancers endome apricot flushed sky,
Arc'd feathering wingtips exult cirrus high,
Love's pleasured shades delight this thank full eye.
Fright held burden, released in healing long,
Freed heart sings anew, childhood's lost song.
Fierce joy streamers swirl, angels light this temple day.
Blossom hued fliers frolic in gladdest play,
Applaud a soul bravely facing acts hard to say.
(2)
We roast beneath violent radiation storm,
then above, though between,
draped arms outstretched, elegant graceful form
can be seen!
Sun's power becomes pastel rainbow streams,
clouds are called
Iridescent halo's, charge electric blue beams
we stand entralled
Our savior solar sylph!
Written 15 August 2018
For Emile Pinet Contest; New Rhyming poem on Angels.
Both true instances. However, the last image was captured on film. It has been enlarged and forms a focal point in main home area - reminding me of how close our other dimensional help always is. Now uploaded as my avatar.
It was the gladdest,
Baddest
Maddest
I had ever been.
I did not know
Whether to laugh
Or cry
So I did both.
Lastnight
We danced to a sweet serender
On the stage:
the spotlight was ours
Under the moon:
the moment was sincere
We tasted the stars
and swept the floor with a gentle twist from your hips
We Sang a Lullaby and synchronized our hearts
Each beat flowing into the other
Eyes Glistening with pure joy
As a red Rose:
you bloomed from your eternal beauty
By heart:
you made me the Gladdest thing under the stars
We ran a Playful speed
We gave our hearts to vice a verse
Fingers entangled and lips locked:
strawberry sweet, cotton soft
As we neared the end:
None mattered but us
None mattered To me but the moments we will hold eternally dear
Another night in Central Park
For Shakespeare, as the sky turns dark.
My husband made the tickets hap,
A bonny feather in his cap.
A lovely evening, weather-wise;
The park, a forest in disguise.
The actors, practiced, prepped and proud;
The audience, a New York crowd.
Yet I’m distracted from delight
Because my poem I’ve yet to write.
So here I sit before the show,
Just hoping that the words will flow.
My pencil’s poised upon the page
As actors amble on the stage
And magically, the rhymes arrive –
I am the gladdest gal alive.
I thank the stars right to the max.
From this point on, I can relax
And thrill tonight to “Much Ado…”
From this, a spot-on perfect view!
Heartiest
The mystical moon beam shines in the black water while I watch you get undressed
I want you more than the whole of time and space infinitely I am truly blessed
Liquid softens our touch and we are urchins together close and impressed
Devine moments writhing wanting our eyes look deep like the water splashing unrest
Shining golden between the jagged rocks in this pool of a memory that will always bequest
Tonight is ours forever then let us lie amongst the leaves and grass in our own wilderness
I hear birds whistling and see the enormous trees that stretch above in a naturally untamed forest
The light of the new morning and everything seems brightest but last night my heart was given gladdest.
Of joyous jewels, your heart fulfill
How lavish a gift of such an ore
The moment surprize has sent a chill
Through veins a newly opened door
To platters handed evermore
And diamonds fed on silver spoon
Your grace has come from heaven’s chore
Me? I’ll source my diamonds from the moon
Said: take the glad and easy pill
There’s so much more you’d best ignore
For knowledge may have quelled the thrill
That jewels are scattered on the floor
Of earth’s bedrock if you’d explore
Before the hands of men had hewn
The rocks you preciously adore
I’ll source my diamond from the moon
There’s pride in diamond polisher’s skill
To craft your gem without a flaw
The hands that play a craftsman’s trill
Between your hand and earths deep core
And now you ask for even more
For only platters make you swoon
Grace for grace you’re looking for
I’ll source my diamonds from the moon
What use were diamonds that you wore?
When adorned on you at gladdest noon
Those granted diamonds, I abhor
I’ll source my diamonds from the moon