I sit enthralled,
on mesh bench,
honeycomb pattern,
close of afternoon,
jaw-dropping stretch ,
cars drift by,
cordial wave,
from otherworldly,
enigmatic stranger,
whose astral path,
I may have crossed,
in urban flyby,
face to face,
amidst sojourn littered,
with ethereal clouds,
glowing chatters,
sunny disposition,
from affable dwellers,
gladsome day experience,
now whither that,
mystery figure
Vivid scrolls,
in tantalising yarns,
fantastic that reveal,
exotic envelopes of vista,
that have me transfixed,
and transported,
my brown hazel eyed,
gladsome gaze,
oe’r lush depiction,
bold brushstroke of,
myriad science fiction,
vibrant character snapshots,
that dispel monotony,
douse mundane patterns,
gap-filler of trite,
vacuous daily plod,
as I clasp otherworld,
enchantment in a dash,
novelists who exude,
endowed flourish with,
pockets of fly plots,
misleading labyrinth,
convoluted and intricate,
shady, cagy, fly-by-night,
side routes veering off,
adding riddles shadowy,
step by echoe’d step,
in hair-raising soundscape,
rushes of exhilaration,
stoke and fire,
iridescent wonderland,
escape into mythic mists,
entwined flames of romance,
laced with sumptuous,
dream moon flotillas,
a swooning heart march past,
yet I bystander engrossed,
by segue after segue.
A gladsome tree, you
Or far less amused
Lowering these, your limbs to
Snatch that in them held?
I can't tell. Except
With no wind to blame
Mushiest, as for it kept
A head, one apple
Of a size none can grapple
Has on it just ' felled'.
The meadow comes alive, dressed in colors,
remembering times when love was newly sweet,
with warm red sunsets embracing lovers
whispering old secrets without conceit,
while daisies dance in the balmy breezes,
and bluebells sing their gladsome summer songs;
wild grass beneath the lovers boldly teases
now or never, love must win before the dawn
of a new day with rules of etiquette
that keeps every role of life in order-
poor and rich and all who are relevant-
to live and work beneath the feudal arbor.
The golden rays of sunset say to run
before your new-found love can be undone!
Gershon's got gifts galore,
genius goldenager, greatly gladsome,
gives grand grammar guidance,
granting grandeur of gem verses,
glows galaxies, glitters gardens,
golly, gosh, word goldsmith glorious!
Peaceful is the dusk
When snow is softly falling
And ruby sun's just faded
Snowy hills beckon
to eager ones, sledding soon
in the gladsome days of youth!
Written on 1/8/2023
For: Winter Sedoka Poetry
Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Such union tastes now like ambrosia sweet,
this oneness we share while our lives remain.
Now my love, speak anew for time is fleet,
repeat your promise, gladsome oath's refrain.
Ah Specter, deign not evil toward this twain,
but keep away Grim Reaper, shade of night.
Fortuna, may it be that we obtain
from basket, thy fruit ever lasting right:
thus hoping we remain esteemed in thy good sight.
Next
by PoetPrentice
Anxiously waiting
With the patience of Job
Year after year
Every turn of the globe
I wait to be next
Feeling gladsome
Next to be able to say
The time has come
So many before me
So many to come
Marching the same beat
But to a different drum
As long as it takes
I’ll wait to be next
Though at times it seems
My efforts be vexed
I’m somewhat perplexed
But not hexed
Just...
Waiting to be next.
Written March 10, 2017
Memories come back of growing up
learning fav hymns when at school
still there remember them still today
defining my beliefs now makes my rule
'There's a green hill' was my fav
such deep truths now looking back
bringing the gospel light so to shine
believing this would show nothing lack
'Jesus loves me' was truly profound
such simple words so simply understood
'let us with a gladsome mind' also love
brought joy and smiles made me feel good
But in all of this so called happiness
still didn't know God that was real
the old inside still had not changed
God's electing choice still to reveal
29 years in all it took to awake
this dead old heart made brand new
Jesus came into reside as my king
such merciful love so ever true
Proud the light and falling dew
On blossoming fields in airy May
Those rosy buds the bees pursue
Through the warm and fulgent ray.
They flutter by from eye to eye
Feeding ears with a common song
As happy shone the autumn sky
With the clouds that drifts along.
As sauntered I, by the river's brink
When gladsome Swans would glide
There bent I, for the evening drink
By the crystal stream expanding wide.
A lonely touch wonders sly across
On my damp skin and dewy hair
Was hues that sail its noonday course
As the night time cold approaches near.
On this ridged road, a slippery path
The sweet breeze had plucked a quill
When Blue Jays young, had swift depart
To scan the silhouette upon the hill.
So sweet a kiss
The murmuring tunes of Spring
In the fragrant breath of night
Hums within my slumbering ears.
Like the whispering trees dancing
In the softest dews descending
From the vapours of the skies
When the soothing night
Was young with the glimmering moon of May.
The poor labouring clouds expanded wide
In the muted distance ripe with coldness
While the storming of the Eastern wind
Drifted through the blossoming fields
Graced by the sultry springs in the lulling hours.
I pulled the weary drapes
When the night grew old with silence
From a crystal window
Mirrored against the dumb fields
Black with the night.
A soft mist exudes the dead wind
Curled around the nodding branches.
Then I stealed away to the vacant spot
Where a crackling fire
Invaded the mournful breath of silence.
Lipsing sounds intrudes the night
Upon the quiet slopes and verdant span
Where the blossoms gently bow
Kissing soft the silver spray
Fluttering in the starry distance.
There sauntered I
Under the gladsome sky
To pluck a cherry from its stem
Outstretched beneath the sobbing moon
That in the dawning misty hours
That silver orb of light expires
When the sun had greet the day
With a golden sigh!
Come my darling and take please my hands
When the tender birds are fast asleep
When the stars would weep upon the sands
And the sultry trees, our secrets keep
For by the verdant paths and mountain's steep
There our love would spring like flowers
In all the night's enchanted hours
Would you take my hands to softly tread
The fields that hangs the amour moon
When all the world and night is dead
In this gladsome spring of June
But before the morn returns to soon
I bow my knees in love's fair plea
To say my love,would you marry me?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Its a Rime Royal Sonnet.
There are darksome days
Those storms we all must ride
But the greatest storm of all
Is the monster tucked inside.
It brings out the worst in you
When sullen days would creep
Its like a raging storm reposing
In a gladsome heart so deep.
Only in moments to come alive
When emotions tough are grind
But its hard to tame the fires
Of a proud and monstrous mind.
The wind kept whispering low
The moon kept brushing the leaves
The rose blushed in its radiant glow
Blowing sweet perfume upon the breeze.
My eyes were greeted with living dew
As it rose upon the gladsome skies
That waxed and waned its heavy blue
Dancing in the stream's bright eyes.
In that very hour she'd come to me
With her coy charms and tender grace
She was waiting there by the glistening sea
With a gentle smile on her loving face.
She sang me a lullaby in her arms
That warmed up my heart with bliss
Love,gladness and death alarms
Within this hour,with just one kiss.
Who flames the lilies of the field?
And the silver gladsome stars
Or puts a blanket,towering shield
From heaven's meteor darts.
Who grace the air in alluring sweetness?
And rivers above the expanse
Who clothes them all in retreatness?
To shout,to praise,to dance!
Who gives the rose the purest love
And the dews its silver -white
Or the blushing trees with arms above
That shakes within the light.
From regions far,to oceans near
Our God he smiles his beauty
From perfumed larks,to the leaping deer
Creation wields his duty!
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