Wild birds without names
I see them in the sky
If only I could name them all
I’m not like the one who knows all of their names
Wild Birds, we are when we understand the code
Freedom of thought reprimands our golden mode
So, only the lonely roamers bemoan losing their hopefulness
To fly high on their own in the blue zones
Because they're imaginative bemoaners with
Freedom of thought reprimanding the golden mode
Those birds love to be loners
Perched on a limb that grows
Because they're bemoaners
Very few know the ownership of Oaks
That trees are free to house their own birds
Perched on a limb that grows
Old trees hide animals in them
Of all shapes and sizes sent
By Cosmos to sing gentle songs
That provide long rest in honor of nature.
If I could be a bird, I would be free enough
To ask you to travel with me.
Chiaroscuro ballerina,
Rond de jambe in chaînés
Jeté, jeté
Grand jeté
Mariana Anesidora,
Viperine eyes speaking in
Adamantine lies
Forbidden apple gates
Amina Afrikana,
Runes enjambed in chains
Adamantly denying
Grand sobriquets
Bloomeria sabbara,
Your six-petaled cries sing
"Beaujolais, beaujolais!"
Forbidden pomegranates
Only Love can guide us home - by poet
~~~
At the heart of her smile,
There was a beautiful so wild
Beautiful so alive, like the light
Reflecting grace, inspiring faith
Reminding the good of all it could
Do, all of the hope, the music, the
Wonderful that comes to those
Who believe in this miracle of love,
This mystery of grace and peace,
This amazing destiny that is alive
Inside everyone who remembers
To play the strings of the heart slowly –
Intently, deliberately – with the
Ingenious rhythm that comes to the hand
Who shadows a sensation of gentleness,
Murmuring through the silence, in tears
So beautiful – like dew sliding carefully
On the soft petal, new each morning – risking
The moment to promise a tenderness so rare,
A gentle feeling exposed by the light
Who stirs hearts to breath in the nectar
Of God’s early morning delight, the insight of a heart, the
Inspiration of a soul, the most ingenious thought…
It is love that will guide us home – only love can guide us home
Oh! I gasp
shocked
so lovely
words sprinkle from the page
like gentle rain drops
falling on my ready imagination
No! I scream
startled but glad
this insightful poet has
given me something
funny to laugh about all day
Yes! I say
recognizing romanticism
when I see it, loving the imagery,
reveling in the metaphors
recognizing genius
What? I yell
staring at another beautiful
shape poem that only the best
of the best can do as they take
patience and I have none of that myself.
Written 12-11-2019
Contest: Fave Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Imaginative
And fantastical
Ideas from my muse
A mysterious
Missive in my mind
Leaping dancing
An opening
Of possible
Dream paths
Delightful
Insightful
Cleverly
Quickly
Jotted
Poem
Q-uote
U-ses
E-ach
N-ice
N-ame
I-n
E-xecuting
G-ood
A-crostic
G-reatly
A-dvancing
R-ighteous
I-nsightful
N-ote
Topic: Birthday of Queenie E. Gagarin (July 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-very
V-erse
A-bout
N-ice
G-reetings
E-mploys
L-oveliness
I-n
N-obility
E-xpressing
V-ery
I-nsightful
L-iterary
L-ine
O-f
N-otable
E-xcellent
S-cribe
Topic: Birthday of Evangeline O. Villones (June 30)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
earn light
lit sight
self light
guide bright
-Saturday, July 20, 2019 Chattogram
H-appiness
O-f
N-ote
E-rases
Y-our
G-rief
A-s
I-nsightful
L-ovely
P-oem
A-nd
M-essage
A-re
O-bliterating
S-orrow
Topic: Birthday of Honey Gail Pamaos (April 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Throughout our life's and experiences,
situations come across our pathway
to our eyes, it seems impossible
even our mind seems to be astray
There is a negative gene within us
that points our minds can't be done
when all the time its door was open
with a little faith to stay, we have won
Life throws many challenges our way
to test our resolve in the dark
lessons learned to find that key
open that door to find our mark
So often our eyes are closed
when all the time we need no key
the key is our insightful grey matter
keep it open remember for it's free
Injures peace
Jails justice
Fattens culprits
two souls we once were
separate in every way
just wandering the bright blue sea
you were as sweet as beauty
i was rough as granite
till chance lead us to a strange shore
and a chance meeting under a romantic moon
till your beauty spoke to me
till my handsome grain spoke to you
in a charming way
so we spoke just passing the time
neither thinking would lead to much
what dose in these strange times
yes what amounts to much in these troubled times
but the further we got to to the conversation
you began to see me
and i began to see you
began to see the handsome man beautiful girl
as more than just something more
our talking became dancing as we fell into the lovin
began to see what it could amount to in these strange times
you took me by my hand and without a word
lead me where you wanted me to take you
and take you i did all night
in sweet ways
in these troubled days
we were two souls
separate as can be
wandering the deep blue sea
till the magic of loves ways set on on the trail
of finding each other
now we are one soul
for real and evermore
come on my lover sweet lets run
catch the moonlight before the sun
lets run run run
In the city of concrete
Morbid soul and brazen mind
Silence is kind loud
Voice seem stifle
In the city of glass
Heart is shatter
Love so brittle
Lust all that matter
In the city of great men’s statue
Triumph insanity and fails pity
Chase of void hope
Vain pride to cope
In the city of high education
Pupil prides in knowledge
Success is the notion
Humility barely mention
In the city close to skies
For youth to conquer
Alas! Smoking they flatter
Bargain life with mind clutter
In the city of bright night
Amid dark misery and plight
In quest of limelight
People lost life insight
In the city of democracy
Those provoke liberty
Subtle unwind equality
Minority decry atrocity
Always there grows a city
With false etiquette
Claim same old story
To establish peace and morality
...raHUL
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