We
were bright
small fireflies
gleaming at nights
with soft silver wings,
alas bombs rained on us
with poisoned plains our harsh grave,
our magic gone, our show complete
for ever lost to darkness of night
with no prayers, no funeral for us.
Sun
Shining brightly in the simmering sky,
Upon the world, its gleaming light does lie,
Nourishing all, as day goes by and by.
His gleaming eyes are blue, like oceans vast;
They study me with love and tender care;
They tell a tale of trials long since passed,
And dream of going where most wouldn’t dare.
His heart makes music, like the beating drum;
It gently beckons me to his embrace;
It reassures me that we’ll overcome,
And makes me feel at home in any place.
His gentle hands still wield compelling strength;
They labor for our livelihood and life;
They hold my heart through the night’s dreaded length,
And guide my way through sorrow, storm, and strife.
I see that I’m his most treasured prize
When I look into his gleaming eyes.
T Tassels of stardust flicker across
clouds ' awninG
W Where beams radiant flaunt their
heavenly appeaL
I Igniting nightfall to weave more hues ,
ornatE :
L Livening twilight's show ,on sky's
panoramA:
I Into kliegs of this pageant...ray of glory
enhances our dreaM
G Guiding our fervor, our trail like a
quest from holy MagI;
H Hope abides now, a lasting balm
against fears unbiddeN
T Then to rest, to wish upon twilight's
tasseled winG !
The sky canvas seems glittery.
Hiding a divine mystery
The red moon’s rays glow like ruby,
Sapphire stars shine so silvery.
Swift's shadows sing the sun's send-off.
Each shade shows nature's mastery.
Midst black-sheep clouds are a taut trough.
Sapphire stars shine so silvery.
Nighthawks and Nightjars perform plays.
Sky sails on stream periphery.
Hills and vales are in a grey haze
Sapphire stars shine so silvery.
The sky canvas seems glittery.
Sapphire stars shine so silvery.
Its Gleaming Light-Beams Washing My Old Soul
So sad about some far-off hidden things
That are not my business, no not me
Washing these feet in such soothing hot springs
No not I, nosey as a damn ole busy bee!
Along the mountains, its jutting ridges
I walk admiring that fabulous star
Cross I the famous great seven bridges
This heart yet blinded wondering where we are!
Its gleaming light-beams washing my old soul
Saw evening as it slowly crept in
My worries stabbed me taking their deep toll
I a warrior but heavy are my sins!
There walked with majesty, the black-maned boar.
Snout rutting the ground, to find its next score!
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Jan. 5th, 1979
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; Today at 08:33 AM.
You are like a gleaming gold with light that attracts the flies
June 23, 2023
Midnight queen with your gleaming eyes
Obvious star person with wings that rise
We see you do what you do, you are our prize.
Mystics watching your antics in the evening skies
Midnight queen you are pure and true.
Giving us dreams when dreams are due.
Fancy in ways that wiggle, waggle, giggle and woo.
I wonder about you, midnight queen, I truly do.
Cloud watching,
cold beer froth
bursts gently on wet lips.
Sunlight in a golden brew
reflecting odd formations
that float as clouds
newly arrived from Iceland.
A blue sky movie
one seen before,
but this is a good sequel.
If I were its director
I would add
a squeeze of lemon,
a dry beer mat
but this will definitely do.
ROBE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS
To be clothed in a garment
Of the whitest white
Glowing in the darkness
Gleaming in the light
With this splendid dressing
My soul should ever be
Happy and content
For all eternity
For I know of its origin
And the Maker's love
I will always cherish it
As arriving from above
This gift I cannot equal
Nor return the same
For my Giver died a death
To cover all my shame
The only thing I can do
And this is just a start
Is bow in love before Him
And give Him all my heart
Copyright, Kathryn Search
First glorious happy soft morning rays,
To the 'dismal dreary darkness', they bid adieu;
The 'golden gleaming glint', to all living beings, a boon;
The still lake sparkles in 'bright light' beams;
Oh how the pebbles 'reflect' the sun, making a picture 'perfect'! Such
is the beauty of the radiant sunshine that eagerly I
await for, every morn, to bask in its warmth. Can
there ever be a 'greater gift' here in earth from Above?
Date: 09/03/2022
The A's Have It Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Barry Dell
In the Twlight Gleaming
Is the end only a beginning? A dawn to dust transformation forever bending?
Always learning changing new thoughts evolving, devour blood thirty ideas
Stopping not arising. Humanity forward time rushes forth, slowing advancing
DNA shifting. Changing the path ever gleaming. Ideas go on as man ascending,
Stuck in his tracks by pride not clearing. In the space of movement not caring
But ending, waves of compassion ever upending. Up from the ground, the dawns
Early light. Changes us slowly to heaven pure delight. Thank God for dust, we are
All made, we return to ashes before times break of day. Amen
MAGICAL EXPERIENCE (EL)
Gleaming rain drops from the sky
Glides over blooms with a sigh
Blushes , twirls and whirls in joy
Smitten with love, nature's ploy
Bliss resonates on the earth
Wafts over rivers in mirth
Gleaming rain drops from the sky.
SECOND PLACE
Dated: 07.07.2021
CONTEST: ELEMENTAL POETRY
SPONSOR : CHARLES MESSINA
In the fragrant noonday heat,
Sunshine poured on meadowsweet,
And rivers and lakes sparkled,
All while rose finches warbled,
From azure sky and green trees,
And sunshine burnished cities,
In the fragrant noonday heat.
Written on July 5, 2021
For: Elemental Poetry Contest
Sponsor: charles messina
Dreading is pointless once a glorious light slithers our sight.
Vanishing years of yearning, a pure heart laden with optimism.
Gleaming soul with a bright angel at the crown of his right.
Fading vivid hearts, As we clean tears in mysticism.
Mumble concerns in the head as going off to slumber.
The time for effort is passed; we'll not live in eternity.
We will meet up with the truth of our ultimate cumber.
Predicting a possible outcome of the eulogy.
Faint tones of sorrow inspire the shapes on display.
Uttered to hush once we are given an abode transition.
Gold domes and flushes of magical bliss are to mollify.
The cold rise of the soul is apace, natural, and not an illusion.
Written: June 18, 2021
A Brian Strand July 10 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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