In the hairdresser's chair,
Seeing stunning blond hair,
Just caught my eye right there.
Imagining her face.
Did it have poise and grace?
Its a bloke, thoughts erase!
It's the imagination her inspiration inspires,
As you feel the luminance of the sun's healing power ,
Her neurology attracts a frequency match ,
She shares a lifetime of beauty meant to attach ,
Tears , soulful joy & everything rare ,
She taught me to love with kindness & care ,
A lifetime I treasure beyond one can measure ,
Through laughter and tears, she's my living treasure,
In her embrace, I've found inner peace,
I pray that her love will never cease ,
To hold onto her, with all my might,
Cherishing each moment as day turns to night,
For she is the muse that shares healing light ,
My sonnet of love a gift from above.
©2024AlanShapiro- all rights reserved
After The Rain
Waiting For The Rainbow
After the rain there are gray clouds,
Floating around in the blue sky,
Alone in the country and thinking of you,
Wishing you were here in my world,
Mend my heartache and ease the pain,
After the rain there are those clouds,
Hovering around in the gray sky,
Casting shadows and sending me doubts
Will you ever really search me out,
Will you erase these emotional bouts,
Of missing you, longing, feeling cold linger.
Until you are on your way into my arms,
I will hold your heart and soul in my dream,
Beaming for the rain to stop so slow,
Waiting for the rainbow, after the rain,
I can see a rainbow above the horizon...
November 2009
Jieranai Maier
PS:
No, I won't hold your heart and soul,
It's just happens to flow lol.............
in the cosmos, communication is constantly zipping and zinging
on fiber optic wavelengths only evolved aliens can decipher and see
imagine them as firefly rhinestones in lavender, coral and turquoise.
the storm is not letting up
it might be getting worse
I walk toward the lighthouse
bringing daddy’s lunch
have sailors been missing?
what kind of night did he have?
I look out into the sea
imagining the worst
It’s in the head
The voices no one heard
The screams and yelling of millions nerd
Dragging bodies soak in blood on the ground
The disgust only my heart could feel in dread
Illusionary images on wall like pictures in frame
Voices echoing from inside and outside
It is absorbing yet intense
Broken veins loosing blood to parasite
Dead humans lying in stack
Like chopstick
As heart begin to race and breath is lost
I begin to doubt
If it’s the day of reckoning
When all dead
With or without soul come to life
And bodies’ line in pack
But how do I make my head and heart be in agreement
To the creation of my false thinking
hanging tenuously from tree branch the ripe object of temptation
sunlight peeks through the hill trees signaling arrival of a new day
more a curse than a blessing, less a decision than affirmation
worn leather valise undergoes the rigors of final journey
faded granite marker put in position two hundred years ago
no matter how tight we cling to existence, it shall leave us behind
dark silence of ornate gilded nave constrained angst for generations
always shall be the prospect of something beyond our imagining
hiking along the high trail yields broad vistas of surrounding islands
suffering through the high-pitched howling of a bitter northerly wind
desiring to ensure that the lies which I tell myself are harmless
better a fond memory than just another imperfect being
within life's confines, relevance has ever been a moving target
Yellow, orange and pink were the modern colors of the late sixties.
Stripes were being worn with flowers, and paisleys were big.
Artists were daring new things never dared before in recorded history.
Helping to lead our flexible mindset into the roaring seventies.
Fashion shook the nation almost as much as the Viet Nam war.
Laugh-in rivaled Heehaw’s monopoly on the TV's silliness market.
Many of us felt lucky, being the wrong sex or too young to be drafted.
We were still watching black and white TVs, imagining the colors.
For fun we played a mind-game,
deciding to imagine a perfect dragon.
She put together a plump pink dragon
that blew rainbow bubbles
and smelled of minty chewing gum.
Mine was an iridescent cockatrice,
a spiny feathered serpent that vomited hydrogen Sulfide
coating all with the stench of rotting eggs.
“Ugh!” She cried!
Then I added
that already her dragon had been eaten by killer fairies.
“Pig, you crapped on my cute dragon!”
I may be sleeping on the couch tonight.
Only in Dreams
The star of one's heart seen in dreams,
is the star of sleeps silver screen.Quote - Poets own
Imaginary love Daphne awaits
Smiling even though her lonesome heart aches
She lives in an unreal dreamlike world
In dreams her hopes start to become unfurled.
Peering through hazy mist someone appears
Daphne is reduced to shed joyous tears
Her dreamboat is a shadowy figure
Ethereal, an emotive trigger.
Trancelike he's sauntering towards Daphne
This moment she's waited for patiently
He is a Prince Charming to say the least
As tenderly he sweeps her off her feet.
Embraced in his arms, it feels surreal
At long last Daphne knows how true love feels.
25th May 2021
Writing Prompt - Dreamlike - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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(Words in bold print are a contest requirement.)
Reality leaves a lot to the imagination John Lennon
IMAGINING ONLY WHAT I REMEMBER
abrupt
the falling
cord’s tight and coiled serpent hiss
reality reverberates into space
imagination
makes haste
fetal position
tethered to a voice uttering no relief
potentiality death
a bright room
the cheerfulness of white walls and too white gown
and death
cheerfulness you say
It keeps our feet from walking
verified
distance has its pride
reality’s long standing in shadow’s neverland
his form’s always there
stretched ‘cross
the bed i’m scared to approach
her purse
in suspended animation while they dance
i long to go back
and see him
but my imagination won’t bring me there
1/13/2021
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Contest: Suzette Prime
HMS verifies prime numbers
Some say that when we die,
our souls soar up and touch the sky,
And even those with songs unsung
across the universe will be flung.
Perhaps to far-off galaxies
or places that no earthling sees.
Can you imagine places that
no one has even heard of yet?
The energy or spark we call the soul
will not end up – I’m sure – in some black hole.
I hope it’s true that we’ll end up in Paradise.
Most would agree that would be so very nice!
But maybe when we die, our spirits fly
and change to brightness in the endless sky,
Imagine if into the great unknown we go
becoming stars whose destiny is but to glow!
Think of other beings – maybe in another galaxy -
in the future looking upward in their skies to see
stars which have been named, and for even me– a misfit,
there is a star with my name on it!
Nov. 9, 2020
For Brian Strand's the 'ALL YOURS (Mar 4)' Poetry ContestContest
On a lucky break day
My soul grew stray
I dreamed of a fortune
A blessing event chosen
Much I wondered, fluke luck
A mindful stumbling upon, awestruck
In a kingdom full of imagining
Once upon a midnight awakening
Far-fetched said I, only a dream
Taken to the extreme
I hold back
hiding the gifts I've been given
the curtain opens
but the stage is empty
a hushed audience awaits
but this play has no act
just lots of rehearsing
now actor-less
no applause
no flowers
no bows
I've always held out
not letting go
watching others perform
imagining me
I imagine the path to heaven is lined with dewy sun-grown flowers and blooming shrubs,
Exotic colors,
Unparalelled Fragrances
Wafting around the returning soul,
Encompassing, loving it, in a gentle, healing way.
I imagine those who pass can sense the angels, before they see them, and can communicate
Without knowing how or why.
Well wishes, welcoming thoughts,
Familiar feelings of being cherished will surround the spirit.
I imagine a celebration that features feelings of joy and love so intense, they
cannot be visualized,
Replicated, or imagined on any other plane.
Feelings reserved for this holiest of places.
Hearts joined in holiness, merging into spiritual oneness with the Holy
Father/Mother as the soul, is reunited with our magical source,
and gloriously welcomed home.
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