As I memorize these perfect sunsets,
the sky goes from bright red to tangerine.
The world is mine and I have no regrets.
I’ll drag the ocean home in my pockets
a reminder of this bewitching scene,
as I memorize these perfect sunsets.
Enjoying unwinding with tea and sweats,
it’s back to my normal evening routine.
The world is mine and I have no regrets.
I ran carefree throughout all the inlets
a vision brought back by aquamarine,
as I memorize these perfect sunsets.
My hair hangs damp in waterfall ringlets,
I hold a peace I could not have foreseen.
The world is mine and I have no regrets.
Souvenirs mean more than any assets,
flashbacks are a portal to what I’ve seen.
As I memorize these perfect sunsets,
the world is mine and I have no regrets.
In the folds of night, as a wave, you came
Charioted in a filmy dream
All night you were with me
In love’s uncharted land, we roamed
You sang to me sweet rhymes of love
Echoing the lore of romantic lovers
Your voice choked and moist with passion
Overwhelming me with an ecstasy so rare
You fondled me with infinite tenderness
Opening in me all inlets of pleasure
Our hearts with divine furore filled
And we knew love’s sweet benediction
In the seclusion of that silvery night
Looking into the corners of your love lit eyes
I saw an ocean of rising and receding tides
And took a dip in the whirlpool of love
All night I inhaled your scent
Knew the warmth of your breath
Siphoned the sweetness of your lips
Alas! With dawn, you faded away like dew
In the hush, hush silence of a twilight eve
Heard the gentle crooning of a dove.
She was nestling close to her love.
What thrill its lingering echo did give!
It opened in me the inlets of delight,
When my heart was longing for love.
My blues, it did instantly shove,
Illumining my heart with blazing light!
The sight and sound of those birds in love,
Roused in me a throng of lovely sensation,
Making my heart and spirit rise in elation-
A presage of love’s fruition from Heaven above.
With their merry crooning that resounded from far,
In my heart, hope’s flame began burning bright.
I felt like swimming in the sea of delight,
At the thought, I would soon have my love near.
He makes me feel safe even in the storms of life.
In the thoughts of his presence, my heart takes flight.
When he holds my strings, I am like a well navigated kite.
As far as he is with me, I come through life’s every strife.
In every adversity, it is the hope of his love,
That pulls me and gives my heart a buoyant lift.
With the warmth of his love, from life, all dark clouds drift.
How I wish to be nestled close to him as this happy pair of doves!
“Love can change a person’s life, leave him breathless, either building him or breaking him”~ By Poet
* * * *
Cupid the great archer,
Shoots his arrow heedless!
On some, it cuts through the heart.
On some others, it only scrapes through.
On a few, it misses the target.
Once shot down, it leaves one breathless.
Heart trumpeting, shifting from one beat to another,
Rhythmically, making it pound quicker.
Opens in one the inlets of pleasure.
It makes one ecstatic and foolish,
With thoughts disjointed, emotions running amok.
Spirit confounded and compounded.
It is madness, a pleasant kind of madness!
It comes and goes, leaving one breathless.
Guts highjacked by anxiety or ecstasy,
Always in throes of a pleasant ache,
Making the heart run a race, keeping one on his toes!
Love starts differently in varying intensity,
But it ends in a familiar way, in the same manner.
The sweetness ends,
infatuation dies,
sour taste lingers,
boredom persists!
some words wound and some heal
some words seeping down, hearts steal.
some words hit hard, some deeply cut
some meant to praise, but some to insult.
some stay inert, dead on the lips.
some cement cracks, but some widen gaps.
some serve as balm to those who are broken.
some, to beautiful relationships, new doors open.
some words comfort, some are aimed to assault.
some, hit hard and pierce like a thunderbolt
God, help me utter words that uplift
use right words at the right time, a gift.
I know words have the power to heal n' hurt
to bring joy and tears alike in other’s heart.
Lord anoint my lips with grace to utter words sweet,
so that, in others, they would open inlets of delight.
inspired by The Platters song, ‘Ebb Tide’
Rise And Fall
Salty tears ebbing away on moon’s tide
as whispered love echoes on ocean waves
across caramel sands where hearts reside.
Coves of sheltered inlets harbour veiled caves
that glistens with laced, seaborne aqua foam
as whispered love echoes on ocean waves.
I caress the shoreline where oft I roam
under wistful, silver of shallow sky
that glistens with laced, seaborne aqua foam.
Footprints merge upon sands of time as my
lover waits with arms of open embrace
under wistful, silver of shallow sky.
Bodies cling, like sea to shore, face to face
with the rise and fall on ocean’s tipped crest,
lover waits with arms of open embrace
and I wander no more at peace to rest —
salty tears ebbing away on moon’s tide
with the rise and fall on ocean’s tipped crest
across caramel sands where hearts reside.
Along the waterfront where the piano keys play,
A harbor of echoes, where notes gently sway.
Keys like ripples in a tranquil bay,
A melody of inlets, where echoes stay.
Frequencies murmur with the ebb and flow,
In the salty air, where whispers go.
The seagull's cry adds to the maritime song,
A haven where sailors have journeyed along.
Under the sun's spectrum, a haven's grace,
Notes of sails and seashells interlace.
Colors of azure and golden sand,
A poetic sonnet of the sailor's land.
Harbor pathways chart sailors' course,
Echoes of anchors and the sea's discourse.
In the inlets, where the notes align,
A visual journey beneath the sun's design.
Through hidden coves and open seas,
On the inlet where the winds tease.
Colors in intensity, a maritime map,
A poetic sonnet of the seafarer's lap.
So, let the breezy keys guide your way,
By the piano harbor where dreams may sway.
In the melody of the sea, where the notes unveil,
A poetic voyage, a musical inlet tale.
i knew what was coming next
as I set the sandwich down
there is a proper way
to remove the crust I heard
and that familiar jolt
ran up the length of my spine
as it settled into my logic
of course, she is right
you slice it with a knife
deftly removing the baked border
scissors is another exacto move
hunger forced me to use the hands
and resulting in the baked border
ripping into the soft sheet of white
resembling more of some land mass
where the shore had cleaved into it
creating inlets
where delineation should have prevailed
there is a proper way to remove crust
is all I heard as I grasped the knife
Oregon 6/23
O hollowing gales,take me to the breathtaking sights
Where dreams abide and love resides
in the ensemble of butterflies
and beautiful summer skies
where morining sparrows narrate the lore of romantic lovers
and sunny spells were followed by scattered showers
you are my queen in both realms
In reality and in my dreams
Where the days are inlets of pleasure
and nights have all the hidden treasure
if love is in the heart
someday it will burst into art
Where the oceans are rising with passion
and the lovers are treated with compassion
As you knocked on my heart
every ounce of my being fell apart
Where hearts are dancing with glee
under the lovely shades of chinar tree
Let me taste different flavours on the tongue
In the folds of green and young
07-02-2022
block at start bitter thoughts, open inlets of love and joy ~ peace will flood
July.3. 2022
The Art of Peace Poetry Contest
Sponsor- John Lawless
Syllable count. 17 (HMS)
He fell off topside and floated in the ocean for a while.
He traveled downstream hanging onto a whale with a smile.
Ending up in a river with some beautiful inlets and a song.
The lure of a melodic siren showed him nature was not wrong.
She had a lilt that lifted him out of his doldrums that day.
Her music caused him to think of gorgeous beaches far away.
He was intrigued and entranced, and mesmerized by her.
He would have stayed with her forever, and been happy pure.
But alas, she was not real, a kind of mirage, a spirit sprite.
He held on to her with a sweet cuddle that felt incredibly right.
In the morning she was gone, and he was back on deck on his ship.
The only proof he had of his adventure was a mermaid tattoo on his hip.
humidified life
nourishes a thirsty mind
like poetry it settles
on a leaf of emotion
transpires ideas
while insects feed
on nectar
and manna
from somewhere appears
on reason and feelings
inlets and outlets
cascades of poetry
set free and
captured in the moment
another droplet
lowers the guards
hangs on to a twiglet
for weaver birds
to build a nest
to rest and nurse
the young ones
a web of inspiration
such ambrosia
I would not trade it
for a pot of gold
a quiver for arrows
ink for the pen
a fountain of inspiration
a well in motion
nature’s tear of joy
just a drop of water
Shell like and thin,without and within,whose surface naturally co-incide.Straight rays from the eyes,horizontal,perpendicular,grace with beauty personified.
Simplicity,intricacy uniformity .Quanitified.inlets of beautyevident,entertaining the eye glutted with variety.A plainspace,pleasant to see,scroll and volute in symmetry,surprised by mimicry to avoid regularity.Simple,distinct enjoying with ease, in cone form or pyramid will ever please.Allegory,riddlewhere angles amuse,magnitude ill-shaped,adds greatness to grace,a broken line to enhance each face.Lines entwine,twistingthen un-wind.Serpentine,well composed adds variety to art,waving,dotted or straight,elegantgrace in our eye will impart.
A hush came upon
The noon time sun
The season has gone
with this ground undone.
In snow as feathers
fall landing soundless
I see its letters
In perfection's guess.
The sky the paragraph
The tomb of gone time
In an icing of a draft
Giving a totemic rhyme.
My stores are poor
The land to yield
This season no more
As buried in this field.
In Spring to find the means
To be drawn to rivulets
And meandering streams
To sea by tidal inlets.
"Behold, I come quickly." Book of Revelation
I'm a fugitive within
eluding essence
easily beheld by
intangible tangent --- contagion terrorized.
The body that is so dignified, if not deified,
how can it house so violent a guest that
dwells in hell's exactitude?
In transient body fragile flesh
serves god's amplitude.
Silver inlets of faith revoke
solitude -- in god's company one is never alone -- for
another day's vast vicissitude, lingering currents of faith
slip into night's safe haven past
the tumultuous velocity acquiring fluency with
god's fiat of investiture -- in hope.
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