A string of pearls gleams in her aster eyes
she tries to veil grief away
but truth will ever stay.
The world is a scary place
When you fall down to your face
And when nobody helps you out,
You rethink what humanity's about.
I was never originally created with this Earth,
Spiritually I am from a far-off cosmic hearth.
I keep missing a world in which I belong,
But I have a curse of amnesia so strong.
I finally fully remember though:
The one loving me, helping me grow,
He is so alike to the Supreme, and so,
It was to him I made my promise only I know.
I'll show him how this world is a lovely place.
He'll always keep me in his warm embrace.
He and I were always meant to be it seems,
As I see a vision of him in armor that gleams.
Stars
twinkle
from afar
heavenly gleams
with galactic glow
constellations
of Greek gods
glowing
orbs
No man can ever understand,
There's Spring Cleaning across this land,
Miss Mop and Clean waves her hand,
Snoring is his male band,
Not to worry, no time to sup,
Gals want to sparkle up,
One shelf at a time,
Spray and Wipe sublime,
Fresh is the cupboard smell,
Charity bags cast their spell,
All tidy now, so it seems,
Polished the dog, he gleams,
Must detox this brain,
Wasting thoughts quite inane,
Declutter world still revolving,
Spring Cleaning is evolving!
The sky wears a peachy shawl
Gentle ushering in the dawn
There is a promised gleam of light
Into this new day both joy and sadness will come
Chirping birds entertain with their melody
Leaving a song in the heart
Bring in new ideas to rearrange the status quo
Infinite possibilities lie ahead
Favoring those who will seize the day
a fleeting moments
winter's crystal clear ballet -
in drowsy slumber
a stalactite gleams
black water drips
the only sound
pavement of gold leaves
blends with orange canopy~
verdant landscape gleams...
...color blends exposed
Autumn shows God's wondrous* art~
nature does agree!**
*Job 37:14 ... Consider the wondrous works of God.
September 12, 2022
**Second stanza added on September 19, 2022
2nd place, "Autumn in Nature - Haiku" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 9/17/2022.
heron eyes
over the green shallows
catching fire in a thimble of time
steely kamikaze plunge
a divine wind catching
gleaming stiletto
bright day spray
silver tail hoisted into gantry neck
look
two emerald dragonfly
form a heart
watch the heart hover
the heat hover more
over a broad green leave
as thick as a seagulls shadow
iridescence
humming along a watery face
a wobble of sunlight
green
the scum drone of a terraced alae
tidal eggs
planted
fragments of being
look
minute golf course emerging
where eyes film over
watching
I believe moon is a heart in the sky
The vision of tranquility, hung high
A dream-catcher that sends silver moonbeams
Beams that confirm we have enchanted dreams.
Midway to paradise, a guiding light
A friend to celestial stars of the night
Wax and waning, Luna’s fascination
A visual moon gazing sensation.
All see the moon, the moon sees you and me
There are no secrets that moon doesn't see
Moon has heart, is a soul of discretion
One can tell by the facial expression.
The moon has a force that controls the sea
I'm sure that he decides life's destiny
That we're the cast of Luna’s masterplan
Perhaps that's being the dreamer I am.
Selene shines a light o'er lovers with glee
Moon goddess above loves love, does she.
* * *
Fastidious gildings must dot your mien:
Sizzling lips that ooze unbridled charm,
And a neck sleekest with angelic luster
To daze the eye and sun a smitten arm.
Still deeper graces beyond corporeal eye
Shall your gold’s stoutest bulwarks prove:
A mind pliable into another’s loftier ideal,
A heart malleable to wit’s forging groove.
A full stock of sly eccentricities to baulk
Pert overstepping darts round the clock;
And a placating vocular chime that tells
Time’s tick better than poor-piping bells.
A hope that dares azure's illest signs;
Turning gaffes into leaps onto higher
Insights purer than filtered science,
Dwarfing Fate and her fiendish fire.
And shall all these bejeweled traits
Sure lie within one maiden’s tastes,
And finally match the magic gleams
Of that fairy gal I see in my dreams?
With silver gleams
and golden beams
God gives us hope
with each new dawn
while birds flute
their nesting songs,
leaves bowing
to greening lawns
bees, buzzing and strumming blades,
attracted by blossoms sweetening
wilder glades...
Spring, a season of new life;
lifting dim hearts out of darkness
and strife--
Father, forgive us,
your children,
who foolishly stray--
hear us, our choir
of repenting voices,
humbly we pray.
Always feeling such inner hurt,
My heart just feels so insecure in the night.
But there is always a light
Guiding me through my lonely days.
Sometimes I find life so unfair,
Yet some days I don't really care...
Seems like I always try
Different ways to express my feelings
Then I start retrieving truths
I possibly never wanted to hear
And then I break down spiritually.
I hide my negativity and believe
I can make it through on my own.
Thoughts from the dark
Leave me with a lonely soul.
Ready to take the toll
Of thoughts that merged into my mind.
On optimistic days I believe
I have the potential to be successful
And that all my lonely and stressful years
Will be worth going through.
"Everyone who wants to disappear,
Look inside and search for the light that resides...
There you will find that you must stay true to yourself,
And try your hardest to harness your dreams...
Because the sadness and darkness in your mind
Are only gleams of what you'll really find (hope is the key)..."
Distant gleams twinkle
Beckon sailors, landlubbers
Thousand points of light
golden pollen's bed
bee takes a sip of honey
sun gleams on flower
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