when all is quiet with the world
in my head chimes an enchanted choir
angelic mermaids as cellists and harpists
in a distant dreamy background
of surreal peaceful harmony
and I wonder how difficult
it would be to cross over
to that realm where there’s
no hungry vicious predators
no sadistic callous cruelty
no senseless injustice
unlike anywhere we know
is it so terribly ludicrous
to believe in a heaven
where there is only
unsullied edenic love
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on September 30, 2019
Categories:
harpists, angel, heaven, peace, silence,
Form: Free verse
You are the harpists song
You are the whistling wind
I love you even more
Than others there have been.
The love song you sing
Has snuck into my soul
And filled me with a tenderness
I have never felt before.
Don't love me just a little
Don't ever leave my side
For it would tear apart
This loving heart of mine.
I feel a deep commitment
To you who are my life
So in answer to your question
I will gladly become your wife.
Categories:
harpists, love,
Form: Blank verse
With the Lord’s grand orchestra, there the joyous harpists play…
...Triumph's music, while showers of blessings' tune in sweet blend
Rendering their utmost best; upon God’s grace they depend
Midst glorious angelic hosts' glow of faith and hope display!
Among the heaven’s choir, redemption-triumph hymn prevails…
...Exalting eternal life’s Source with joyous grateful praise.
Beside the psalmist, David, who leads well in worship days
I'll sing* with my harp of the Savior's love that never fails!
*Psalm 57:7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.
June 15, 2018
1st place, "ALL YOURS (Jun 17)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/17/2021.
Categories:
harpists, christian, encouraging, faith, god,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
A myth and a fable can be found on a table. When an old man does look in an ancient book. Dragons and periodic charts do not mix. But historical inaccuracies a horse with wings can fix. Flee flee flee little mice. For that watering hole will attract bison. Heavy bodies and lots of hooves. Oh dear. It is never to be said that the honest truth of a pillar in a dome is slated with a burning bushel. But when a bushel of faith is carried by either a sea maiden or a voyaging spring queen the time for flutists,piccolo players and harpists is rife. And turbans link to dance and jump, headdresses and bangles leap in feathered and clawed unison (circling), moon painted bodies of the tribal ones wave spears, and all is a united effort. All is a unison. Globally positioned. But no monetary aim. So take a mixing bowl and create two hundred and eighty-nine deserts on ten minutes. Great. Kiss then. Good. *** horticultural horse hoeing horizontally and a big sneeze from a teacup. Fantastic so clap clap clap. Monetization Z
Categories:
harpists, anxiety, appreciation, assonance,
Form: I do not know?
It started with a smile,
Running after this beautiful butterfly
And ended with a group of pile,
Burning its ashes in the sky.
The gravitational force of the forest,
Was like the utter submission of the soul
Giving your whole days racing after the harpist,
And forgetting all about the black hole.
The stroll was full of glee:
Harpists, butterflies and no plea.
Unexpectedly, being blinded caused disorientation
Finding yourself lost among the trees,
And your heart just full of hesitation
You came to a dead end where you flee.
Days passed like lingering years,
And you didn't have a single weapon not even spears.
It is time when you implored the Sun;
To show its light even if beneath the glum
It is time when you pleaded the moon;
To never let the dark cause any doom.
A flaw realized after the agony..
But it was said that it wasn't a tragedy.
They were just some injuries;
To teach you that life is full of miseries.
Never reproach yourself
Some trees appeared in your way
To show you that you are more than an elf.
Categories:
harpists, confusion, grief, lost, moon,
Form: Narrative
Harps play of their own accord.
The harpists sit serenly bored.
Guitars gently weep.
The guitarists have all fallen asleep.
Drums boom out in the silence.
Snare and bass burst in violence.
Sing out loud with all your might.
And incite all you meet to fight.
Categories:
harpists, music
Form: Rhyme
The thought that hardens thoughts
perhaps a feeling from inward wrought
men losing heart to think
when she pass no desire to blink
is it that she is fair
the entraping darkness of her hair
describes my soul in ways
the emptiness and infinate haze
could she ease this feeling
if only by her heart revealing
or by her fair smile
that can draw out my pain a while
Can I hold your body
tightly held will make a melody
as harpists play I weap
hoping love into your essence seeps
and from liquor stained tears
your heart will know well my deepest fear
being here without you
love or lust to you I shall be true
and with my eyes teary
my whole body poisoned and dreary
but when your in my arms
I love you loving my heart, my charm
Categories:
harpists, confusion, love, uplifting, heart,
Form: Couplet