Virtuous she is, the strength she holds,
Erratic she be, but beautiful is thee,
Ravishing art thee, she is a dream,
Opportune you shall scin, you’ll be;
Neat till death do us part, mi amor
Idyllic she be, like no other,
Contagious her smile be, beautiful is thee,
Angelic her beauty, like no other.
- Idull is a free pass to peace of mind - quote from poet
When peach colors swell in the evening sky
an moment in a spiral of color
Sharing my adventures in the silence
In my smallness between heaven and earth
a silent song becomes a symphony
I admitting my inadequacy
behind the curtain of humility
It falls as jewels on my path tonight
Idyllically near eternity
wish to hold on to this flawless moment
Appears a mysterious land from far,
Dream of vermilion sky at mystic dawn
Prayers heard from boats on holy river,
Mythical chants floating in consciousness.
My birthplace - ancient city reminding
Of vedas and epics, saints and hermits,
A land of literature, poetry,
Music, art, picturesque architecture...
For thousands of years verses flow in air
land of Kalidasa and Valmiki.
"Midnight rendezvous is fraught with sublime magic" - quote by poet.
You're here, and so am I; close to midnight.
Baby, nothing could be more idyllic.
Slowly, we foxtrot under the moonlight.
In your arms, there's no place I'd rather be.
Blissfully lost in this wondrous twilight;
With a kiss, you take me to paradise.
Oh, how unforgettable is this night?
Let's write "We were here" in the charcoal sky.
Babe, let's not think of tomorrow tonight
And savor special moments while they last.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart." Hellen Keller
Snow-tipped mountains ranged around the prairie,
Small rivulets wavered down the steep sides,
Spreading nutriments, flourishing flowers.
Bright red poppies, and yellow celandines
Swayed all around, as a balmy breeze blew.
Aiding agile grey geese gracefully glide.
Above the shade of a cluster of oaks.
A few old men tended a flock of sheep,
Most chewed unleavened bread, nibbling on cheese.
Till to a tavern they'd go, to drink beer.
Placed 1
Written: July 26, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others' faults." by Rumi
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The oak tree is lit up with spots of light,
Leaves bend and spin in a zephyr cloak sprite.
My head is full of hope-related views,
A hushed cobalt lake has stone toes in hues.
Sun shines brightly through rods of flaxen flame,
A buzz surrounds—no day's inklings will maim.
I grasp long-buried schemes from this staid trunk,
And draw the seams of broken dreams in bunk.
A bird's wings are knotted as it flies low,
Swans soar on a green world lit by pearl glow.
Idyllic
Hudson Valley, New York …Lord of Rings’ shire.
A vineyard, filled with rich and famous names.
I’m pleased to be impressed by the artists,
as they surrender idyllic charm with paint.
Emerald green; delicious apple bites,
wind chimes through the pines, mountains of Catskill.
The headless horseman of Sleepy Hollow -
to drink, deep, the forests of Van Winkle.
Freedom fostered in cobblestone and -kills.
Small town parades, fireworks at Vanderbilt’s.
"Having grown up in an idyllic village, I consider myself as blessed. I was rid of all rigid formalities of urban living. Enjoyed the artless innocence of countryfolks, breathed fresh air, occasionally pranced through wilderness, talking to wildflowers and butterflies" - By Poet
There’s nothing like the lovely rustic charm,
Sent out by far flung lush green country farm.
Where trees in glee sweep heaven with their crown,
And songbirds, the surrounding valley drown.
There the air, fresh and sweet like forest glade,
And Heaven blesses rich, the country wide.
Where the rural folk in their toil and pride,
With their artless and modest life reside.
To such idyllic bliss, I long to go,
Where life like a silent river shall flow.
The majestic sense of a hidden place lies in its elusiveness
where secrets and dreams are allowed to intertwine.
~ by poet
On morning stroll, I sought a bit of shade
and wandered into an evergreen glade.
A hidden place and the perfect setting
where nothing would ever set me fretting.
I felt sheltered, content and unafraid.
A sanctuary off the well-worn trail
where my calm repose had quickly set sail.
My senses unfurled on a gentle breeze~
tendrils of my hair, it began to tease.
Idyllic the realm in this forest vale.
"God did not create darkness. Darkness is the absence of light. He did not create hate. Hate is the absence of love. Darkness and hate therefore, are the absence of God." ~ by poet
Kept apart by time, miles, and circumstance,
their sweet reunion quivers with passion.
Seen distantly across the bridge, they ran.
Teeth, lips, and bodies collide, devouring.
Laughter between kisses, that look of love...
hands caress faces, hair, thumb brushing lips.
Skies break, thunder applauds, and storm clouds weep.
The clean scent of cool rain upon hot skin...
Steam hisses from this idyllic love scene.
Their embrace declares true love without words.
Rural scenes and views from the countryside
warm my heart as I watch the hills and tide.
Green pastures, bubbling brooks, blooming meadows
blend with elegant sunflower and rose.
Quaint cottages underneath the clear blue skies
delight my mind and charm my sparkling eyes.
The shepherds with their flocks echo their voice
far from the complex urban, modern noise.
This place features lush landscapes, soft lighting,
as I sense it as a pristine painting.
Idyllic nightmare
I know they are good people who want us to leave
they don't know it is their time, what's up because
our time is fine, but they fail to grasp that they
are past the clock, it has belled twice
We have admired their garden with flowers
deep green lawn and made of plastic as are
the red roses, nothing is alive, but we pretend
like them, that they are not dead
We failed to ask the obvious question. Why are
we are here? Did they invite us? Or did we show up
in a world that has died, what we see is us who
exists in a world that is no longer real?
In this charming retreat,
the silence of nature and hills talk to me,
whispers of forgotten tales in the breeze,
of hidden secrets of times bygone,
an era of luxury and grandeur,
where every stone holds a story untold.
In the marble statues and king-size portraits,
etched in elegance, they gaze through time,
their faces frozen in an eternal grace,
gripping the pulse of a golden age.
Laid in every nook and corner of the mansion,
they speak of grandeur
of feasts and whispers in the halls,
of laughter echoing beneath crystal chandeliers.
The velvet curtains, the blinds drawn in quiet reverence,
softly filter the light, casting shadows of tranquility and peace,
the swimming pool in the front yard
girdled by palm trees standing tall and erect like silent sentry
the mango tree laden with fruits drooping over the pool
a visual treat for hungry eyes sore with city life.
and outside, the hills stand,
ancient and proud, keeping their vigil.
on the idyllic retreat
where wealth and wisdom reign in peace.
and time slows, and memories breathe.
TRAIN TRAVEL
I am on a superfast train
Listening to the soothing refrain,
Of the wheels on the railway track
Clickety clack, clickety clack.
Verdant vistas on either side,
Soothing visions during the ride.
Hamlets and villages flash by,
Little children waving "Hi"!
Fields of wheat and sugarcane,
Glistening from recent rains.
No pollution, no blaring horns,
No impatience or faces forlorn.
The catering staff wend their way,
Distributing food on trays.
We tuck into a hearty meal,
Get a satiated feel.
Chat with fellow travelers,
Some sober, some revelers.
Each with different tales to tell,
Caught up in a magical spell.
Halting at railway stations,
Quaint outposts of the nation.
The aroma of frying food,
You simply cannot elude.
Idyllic this train travel,
Just unwind and unravel.
Far away from stress and strain,
Modern life's eternal bane.
Stretching on my berth, relaxed,
Languidly just laying back,
Till I reach my destination
I'll admire Nature's creations.
TRAIN TRAVEL
I am on a superfast train
Listening to the soothing refrain,
Of the wheels on the railway track
Clickety clack, clickety clack.
Verdant vistas on either side,
Soothing visions during the ride.
Hamlets and villages flash by,
Little children waving "Hi"!
Fields of wheat and sugarcane,
Glistening from recent rains.
No pollution, no blaring horns,
No impatience or faces forlorn.
The catering staff wend their way,
Distributing food on trays.
We tuck into a hearty meal,
Get a satiated feel.
Chat with fellow travelers,
Some sober, some revelers.
Each with different tales to tell,
Caught up in a magical spell.
Halting at railway stations,
Quaint outposts of the nation.
The aroma of frying food,
You simply cannot elude.
Idyllic this train travel,
Just unwind and unravel.
Far away from stress and strain,
Modern life's eternal bane.
Stretching on my berth, relaxed,
Languidly just laying back,
Till I reach my destination
I'll admire Nature's creations.
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