It's been a lifetime of endless wandering,
Seldom seeking guidance from that above.
Yet after 3 score and 7 years crawled by,
Grace was delivered, and it was true love.
This was surely God's plan, as all others fell short,
But this one had endurance, both intense and strong.
Just as repeated efforts from Cupid's empty quill,
Never hit their target, falling short or long.
So as I have matured gracefully on this journey,
I failed to grow on this solitary walk.
Only now can I realize a life worth sharing,
Holding the hand of my loved one while we talk.
Most of all this has transformed my life...
Where my thoughts dwell on another's happiness.
And while our love banters back & forth repeatedly,
There's no limit as we begin a new genesis.
You're an Angel, Heaven sent from above:
what did I ever do to deserve you?
You offered me unconditional love:
something I doubted anyone could do.
You are my world, my hope, my everything:
conjoined soulmates; together, we are one.
You taught me to listen to songbirds sing:
and find the beauty in a setting sun.
You are my conscience, my match in the dark:
my muse, my tether to reality.
Without you, life would feel empty and stark:
you're the only one who believes in me.
Providing me with a reason to live:
you've given me what no one else could give.
everyone watched her walk toward the piano
wondering if she was the maestro
surely not; she was ethereal and lovely,
a goddess, an angel, a heavenly vision
as the notes wafted around the room we knew
she was the maestro, and had been heaven sent
Heaven-sent on dove’s whitest wings,
unique beauty of nature sings
with cottony clouds and harp strings
gushing out crystal sparkling springs.
Its magic an enchanting tease
as music floats down with the breeze.
Subtle nostalgic melodies
whisper God’s clear cathartic pleas.
Life bursts forth with a childlike glee
in earth, in sky, and on the sea.
My heart and soul cavorting free,
playful caresses cover me.
Divine musings flow from my soul,
when in the woods, I take a stroll
to purge me, cleanse me and console,
heaven-sent blessings make me whole.
7th April 2023
Heaven-sent on dove’s whitest wings,
unique beauty of nature sings
with cottony clouds and harp strings
gushing out crystal sparkling springs.
Its magic an enchanting tease
as music floats down with the breeze.
Subtle nostalgic melodies
whisper God’s clear cathartic pleas.
Life bursts forth with a childlike glee
in earth, in sky, and on the sea.
My heart and soul cavorting free,
playful caresses cover me.
Divine musings flow from my soul,
when in the woods, I take a stroll
to purge me, cleanse me and console,
heaven-sent blessings make me whole.
timeless tomorrows-
space to wander
in divine perfection
when we will repent
by God to heaven are sent
which is His intent
we always do dread
many tears we will have shed
when fine friend is dead
heaven for us will wait
with God do have a date
we did celebrate
for those over there
are always in our each prayer
love and for do care
had day of healing
will always be appealing
sitting or kneeling
by God have been willed
hopes and dreams that He fulfilled
waves on water stilled
love being with Lord
on His ship we are aboard
saved on it are stored
Would welcome your criticism
and comments. Think that the
Brunswick Beacon should have
a poetry page. This would make
them more literary and appealing.
They do have a new editor there
who just happens to be a Carolinian
who graduated from a Carolina
University.
Heaven Sent
Slowly, dawn emerges with crimson rays,
Portrays its sovereign self amidst the hues
As warmth endows its worth on seas of trees.
Waves of verdant growth glows in divine design
Where sylvan showers cap canopies with a
Transparent radiant rainbow arc’s blessing.
6-17-22
~Honorable Mention~
Bite Size Poem no.47 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Jacob's ladder
filled with angels
ascending upward
descending down again
like drops of water
in the ocean
evaporating up, up, up --
returned as clouds burst
deep into the ground
The cycle starts down here on Earth
Our every action sent to Heaven
On the wings of Angels, messengers divine
~ So behave yourself, and you'll be fine
Ruining the moral murals
With its rhymes of times
Fulminous falls fell
Soaking my soul
With arts of heart-wall
The passing wayfarer
The life-laden layman
Seeing the callow curves
In a suppressed pipe dream
Giving a heart
of no fine art
A ditty with witty lines
Attuned with a fitting tune
Scented with a decent
Barely bloomed bud
In a thorn-throned thicket
To whir like a chirping cricket
I’m greatly grateful to thee
With a matchless sublime fee
For coaching in a cosy couch
Yonder, a song’s nature
And her phrasing of signature
Breathlessly speechless though
To requite the love I owe
You, to me, in words less
The Sinhagiri, the fortress
(The poetic English portrayal of the Sinhala verse ‘Wasanavan numba mata’ by Mr. Mahendra Siriwardane)
Our current president was not heaven sent. He lost the election and is still hell bent. He's causing more divisiveness, more confusion, building a case on pure delusion. Trump's always been un-presidential, unfit to lead but now he won't transfer power and graciously concede. He could careless for the suffering, the sick, smack in the middle of this pandemic. Trump lacks dignity and shows no compassion. It's too late for his mother to give him a thrashing. I'm looking forward to the day when this demagogue is behind us and this country can heal with honesty and kindness.
April showers fall,
but who cares when spellbound hearts,
gripped by love’s first flush
revel in heaven sent peaks,
an endless rainbow blossom
Chanel produces fragrance that some may call sublime,
But nature's sweet aromas will stand the test of time.
Cascading lilac petals in soft effusive bloom
Exhilarate my spirits with heavenly perfume.
A gentle buzzing echoes, as humming bees alight;
Wisteria in blossom is such a wondrous sight.
28.04.20
Couplet- Any Theme, Any Length Poetry Contest - sponsored by Dear Heart
I did not create the Poetry…
the Poetry created me
Each word I wrote from heaven sent
—on wings to set me free
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
mom was a humble
soul guided by the word and
will reap tears and laughs
2020 January 01
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