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on smooth hot rock I sat in REVERIE
after a HALLUCINATION drink of
mushroom, poppies and truffle
IMAGINATION soared like bald eagle
on high, throwing twin twigs with sigh
up I flew landing on a rainbow in
lucid DREAM ~
saw tinker bell fairies in pastel lace
with mauve daisy hats to face
sucking honeyed cream in wild glee
cherubs singing WHIMSY chorals
skipped to amethyst abode awaiting
dragonflies lighted a willow way
as swans mated on water lily ponds
of petals, elves smiling at bay
secretly inside a Crystal Palace
of chanting High Priestesses pure
sat Lord of VISUALISATION and awe
with blue-green eyes and beard of
silver hay, not all could hither this way
he fed me manna and mango ambrosia
gifted a garland of lotus snow white
a sapphire pen dripping indigo ink
to serpentine scribe enchanting song
on a rainbow in rubied blink !
From generation to generations, thy redeemer lives
From age to ages, He never fails
In all dealings, thy conquer
He always come through, breaking chains and shackles
The undisputed CHAMPION, without dispute
Who is like thee, Our Champion... MOST HIGH in fairyland!!!
Always fair and consistent, Above
Elevator of, the Low at buttom
Finds the lost, makes a way
Beautiful and worthy in all ways, maker of heaven and earth
Breeder of light and dark, maker of night and dawn
Giver of all, relentlessly
Dynamic leader, catalysts of growth, catapulting the down cast
Sitted, above and below, rewarder of, the good and bad.
SENSE PLEASURE
Red honeyed apples
autumn leaves dewed
****** merge with sun streams
whilst children sleep dear dreams
Bobbing bubble baths
yogurt on hot chilli pie laughs
smell the sour dough
nourishment oh oh oh !
Blue moon paints front stoep
knobbly hand whispers stories
of heritages and future glories
skin ripples aptly rapt
Prancing clean laundry dance
mother’s milk in melting mouth
puppy grovels dirt digging south
sound frequencies simmer smoothly
Von Gogh sunflowers float in
mental notes skipping
Mozart phantom pianos airwaves
come dine alive then to jive
Pleasure finding the lost gazed
glance glimmer with God at no cost
Earth to Heaven find
THE JOYOUS JOURNEYED CONNECTION !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2000
Sweet honey of harmattan
What a season you are
To see thee at the eleventh hour
At the end of the tunnel
And flown come upon the bank
Of spring morning water
Alas! You came in a twinkle of an eye
I have gone here and there
And made myself motley to the view
For your absent
Do stay for my sake to my grief
To cure what public manner
Breed on my diary
For me to receive a new brand
For my nature to subdue on my paw
Come and proclaim new memory
I am yearning for your presence
Like a woman for the monthly period
Do stay even you are seasonal
You are Wood who gather moss
The star in the sky
The sweet and perfect season
The temperate all want
Love, endurance, strength and skill
To warm, comfort and please
With the touch of an angelic feeling
We searched for your slanting eyes
as you plucked a dombra
on hills of Kazakhstan
your circles of light
dancing, leaping, gyrating
making heath grow
in bundles
It sang your mission
Heaven on Earth
Heaven on Earth
ropes loosened, dangled
Where to ?
Into One Source
where we created you
so that love can
jump again in
black lashes
If only for once
Dusk and dawn came together
Us beasts, those animals
If only twilight would last forever…
Dancing in the daylight
Dreaming of the moonlight
Howling at the night sky
The horizon’s skylight
Overwhelms the dark night
The moon sinks on the skyline
And the sun begins to rise
Then, when the moment’s just right
Suddenly it’s twilight
All creatures of the night
Wonder for the last time
Seeking a place to hide
“I want to touch the light…”
“This light is so unnatural,
I prefer the moonlight.”
“Beasts live in the sunlight.
We’re safe from them at night.:
Once at day, once at night
We run together beneath the sky
Once at day, once at night
Our worlds collide, day and night
Dusk and dawn alike.
Us beasts, those animals
Once a day, twice a light
Once every twilight.
I wake up and turn on my light
It was just a dream,
A dream of living in the night
Such a beautiful dream
So as the sun begins to rise
Once again, I close my eyes
And dream again of twilight.
You’re Beautiful
You are truly beautiful, and your skin shows no flaws;
when you walk into a room it's filled with smiles and awws.....
showing you love would be my best quality yet;
and loving you forever would be no problem I can bet....
your truly beautiful, believe me you shouldn't ever have doubt;
I can see the GOD in you & you're beautiful inside and out....
Just believe your beautiful and that there will be better day's;
always know your beautiful, no matter what this cruel world say's.....
The first few, fall into the deepest well and make the biggest splash
The next ones fill the well prominently providing a bountiful of water to quench the thirst
These ones are not needed, the well is overflowing, yet more of them to come
There is less and less, there seems to be a sort of void
The well is emptying by the day, only enough to fill a bucket
The words dropped like coins for luck, yet have the opposite effect
No more to be said, the well contains no more than a puddle
But there is one hope left which originates from the clouds
Let's wait for them, to create the beautiful sounds.
I pray for a palace of dreams and memories
With stones and pillars of mementos
And high crystal ceilings that glow with my dreams.
Halls filled with melancholy melodies—
Each bittersweet note echoing the hopes, fears
And tears of all my past years and epochs.
I wish to wear regalia woven with nostalgia,
So I may dance with familiar shadows, dining with them
On pleasing delicacies of olden days while waited upon by
Mere thoughts.
I yearn for stately windows viewing wondrous groves
That rustle with all that which could have been, but did not—
And colossal galleries of art that mirrors my memories,
So I may live them again, but only as a perfect dream.
The day when my heart was broken
The day when a tear was released
my heart like mirror, was broken
It had my face in each.
I wasn't able to believe my ears and eyes
Thought that this must be one of the ugliest lies.
I had lost someone who was the most dearest
The most precious diamond in the world
Who left his traces.
I wish I could meet him,one last time
to understand his pain,
I don't wanna let go of him in vain,
So happy we were
Such a beautiful day it was
Gigling and laughing,glinting eyes of my dolls,
Until we got a news
That pierced our hearts like a dagger,
He was our hero and will always be
though he had no magical powers
But everyone praises him as a hero
So do we,
He was tough,he was brave
He lost many times,but not as a renegade
My kids are now eger to grow older
And be like their father
Because HE WAS A SOLDIER.
Brecon Beacons for pony-treks,
Cumbrian fells and bubbling becks;
Lake District views beloved of bards
Stone-bridged hamlets in the
Dales with enclosed leas along its vales.
Snowdonia ,one thousand yards high
reached by slow trains up to the sky.
Pembroke with its distant trail so
long,
heritages for us to protect and prolong.
National treasures to preserve and
enjoy by rich,...the famous ...and hoi poloi.
The moon makes its way to the earth
In the darkness of the night
Shines and shines in pale golden light
Shines and shines the night to bright
The moon stays high above the sky
In a measureless distance high
That no man can ever touch
Its pale golden light does touch
It caresses for the soul
And embraces the soul
Beautiful beautiful does the moon
Beautiful beautiful does the moon
In the deep veins of her corridors
Flow thick blood of academic Excellency
Dwelling in the hearts of her blocks
Is the dream to serve the nation
Patiently we had to wait
for the lovely and beautiful expectant UNIMA.
To give birth to her, the giant of the land.
The fourth labor of mother UNIMA
Yielded this bouncing baby of the warm heart of Africa
Standing still with her pillars in the armpit
The armpit of great Masauko Chipembere highway
She is the real reason. The reason,
Why Malawi swims in the deep rivers of Africa.
Across the borders raising its flag in the white man’s land
We have never imagined that there can be this day.
A day that joy and celebrations will find their way.
Out of our minds and into every corridor of hers.
Tears of happiness flowing down the cheeks of Blantyre
The day when every institution trembles with fear
Bowing down to this great conqueror of the land
Crowning her as the great Queen
With her kingdom celebrating 25 years of victory
The silver jubilee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If only I was the baby
on your laps
On those sharp pricky nipples
I would all day suck.
If only I was the angel
Hidden in your heart,
I would cherish to dabble
On the crest of your love.
If only I was the zealous swan
Flying on your vast sky,
I would let out to you all
The beauty of this hidden feeling.
If only I could be the sun
That hangs whole day on your sky
I would softly revere and sweetly caress
Brown skin on your back as you bathe.
If I could be the cold rain water
I would still hug and caress you
Under the cover of your tight dress
As down the curves of your body I glide.
If only I could be all that to you
It would all be sweetly so true
This,but only if.........
I heard the echo through the window
I swear I heard the echo myself through the window
Last night when our moon appeared
She fully showed with gleaming smile
Leaves were singing and swaying with glee:
Beautiful, beautiful our moon is
No sleep now nor rest
Once a month she comes out:
She lights the dark and shines like a diamond
Stupendous gleam and
Smiles like the day.
Animals Sung howl and louder:
Beautiful, beautiful our moon is;
No sleep now nor rest
Once a month she comes out
She lights the dark and shines like a diamond,
Stupendous gleam and
Smiles like the day;
She counts the month and
Also counts the year for us to know.
Beautiful, beautiful our moon is
We rejoice, and rejoice whenever she shows
Beautiful, beautiful our moon is
Beautiful, beautiful our moon is
Beautiful, beautiful our moon is...
10/6/2015.